Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1886-12-02
CYRILLA's ROMANCE.
"Cyrilla Ann"
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ashamed of 'em; they're SO dirty / kin
scarcely see through 'em. They had
Orter been done last week.n
Cyrilla Ann sighed when she thought
of all that had been done "last week"
and the greater, much the greater. part
by her own poor little hands, which
still bore the marks of many cuts, burns,
scratches and bruises in testimony
thereof. Poor girl! | can't imagine
how she got through all the work of
the Feeze hOusehold-which was one
of those exacting ones which demand
more labor than many twice their size
for she was small body and did not
look very strong. But it was easy TO
tell by the expression of her mouth
when she closed it firmly, as she often
did, that what Cyrilla Ann lacked in
strength she made up in grit, and when
she had determined to do thing she'd
do it or die in the attempt. Besides
this firm mouth Cyrilla Ann had pair
of soft gray eyes, with long, dark eye
lashes and heavy, dark, arched eye
brows, a nOse--well, somewhat puggy,
hut not at all unattractively so
and a dimple in her round chin for
which many millionairess would have
parted with untold gold.
| Cyrilla Ann was an orphan. Mrs.
FeeZe had taken her from the asylum
when she was only 10 years old. Her
own daughter having married and left
her, and they do say she was very glad
to go, she took Cyrilla Ann ito fill the
place left vacant in her heart and
home" That is what she said. But
heaven save the mark! If all orphan
girls taken to fill hearts and homes
have to work as hard and get as little
for it as Cyrilla Ann they'd much pre-
fer, am certain, to be hired as servants
at regular wages.
Well to 90 back to the parlor win
dows. Have them done by the time
git home from the markit. You've
nothing else to do but to scour the
knives, and bring up coal, and sift the
ashes, and scrub the kitchen, and bake
a pan of biscuit" said Mrs Feese. And,
having already donned cloak and bon
net, she drew on her woolen mittens
and departed.
"Tll 90 at them right away, and then
they'll be off my mind" declared Cyr-
lila Ann, as she heard the street door
close. And in moment more up
stairs she went, carrying pail of water
and some soft, white clothes, and an
old newspaper, and, going into the
gloomy parIor, began briskly at the
window nearest the stoop.
| Now, it happened that the young
man who had set up for himself il the
shoe business across the way about a
month before was at this very moment
polishing the outside of his shop win
| nd ohoV M tn InOly iy,f I,o
ton of the opposite corner, he immedi-
ately spied CyrilIa Ann. 1t seems he
could see through Mrs. Feese's parlor
windows if Mrs. Feese couldn't. And
) what does that young man do but turn
the key in the shop door, pull it out of
the lock, drop it into his pocket, rush
across the street and up on the balcony
carrying with him a big wet sponge
and big dry chamos. "It's to cold
for you to come out here" he called
through the glass, putting his face SC
close to it that if there had been nc
pane there you would have sworn he
was kissing the gray-eyed maid. "I'l
do the outside. I won't be minute"
Cyrilla Ann bIushed. She blushed
beautifully. ooh, no." she began, pa.
tiently-she had never spoken to him
before-they had only looked at each
other.
ooh, yes" he interrupted, rubbing
away vigorously with the sponge, "I'm
going to be your neighhor for year,
perhaps mOre--that is, if Pm successful
and you stay here; and neighbors ought
, to be neighborly, You know,n polishing
with all his might and main with the
chamois.
"You are very kind, very kind indeed
but if Mrs. Feese," again began Cyril;
Ann, to be again interrupted by the
impetuous young man.
"Well, if she should,n he replied
. looking down upon her--he was at leas
six feet tall--"you just rely upon me
for making it all right. can poke
the sponge and chamois in an instan
and forget whether she wanted he
, shoes half soled or not in the same
space of time. But, as l said before
she won't, and Pm not going to have
any young woman freezing herself tt
death if l can help it. There, that win
dow's done, and we'll fly to the next
They flew to the next, and bott
worked in silence for few moments
then said the extremely neighborl,
| HClSilUoi. SuppoSS yOu hilOW III.
name? If you don't, that's it on th'
sign over the store"
Cyrilla paused, newspaper in hand
and putting her head on one side
glanced at the sign and read out slow
ly, "Saul J. Benson" though she cOul(
have read it just as well, sly little thing
without looking over the way at all.
ayes, Saul J. Benson" he repeated
"and yours is Cyrilla Ann-something
"How did you know that?" asked Cy
rilla Ann, arching her arched eyebrow
still more.
"Oh! I've heard your gentle lad,
scream it at you time and again. But,
standing off to study the effect of hi
labor, 'she didn't scream your las
name."
well-it's queer, awful queer
that it should be, but it's almost th
same as yours. If yours had 't' in
stead of an s. or mine had an s. in
stead of IT, they'd be exactly alike,
said Cyrilla Ann, with her dimple a
its loveliest.
"That is odd, now, isn't it?" sale
Saul ]. Benson; land so if we shoulC
fall in love with each other and &c
married, you'd scarcely change you
name, would you? There. that win
dow's done, too. Don't they shine
though? And they ought to, for l tel
you what, 1 served long apprentice
ship to window-cleaning Goodbye
and, say, may come over to see yOl
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