Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1886-01-21
IAN ANGEL UNAWARES."
BY CLYDE RAYMOND.

Its just too bad, mamma, that
you consented to receive her here at
all! AS if you hadn't enough girls of
your own to"
ITO marry off we'll, puts in Jack
Revels, laughlngly, completing the
sentence which his pretty sister had
broken eff so abruptly, biting her red
lips coloring with confusion at her
inadvertence.
May darts him a scornful glance
from her eyes and goes on, as if she
had not heard his interruption:
TO chaperon, without undertaking
the charge of another one for the
whole winter"
''You forget, my dear, that your
uncles will must be law and gospel
to us IN this matter. At present this
troublesome young lady is merely his
protegee, whom ne wishes to treat
kindly and intends to settle comfort
ably in life. But, If we should refuse
to receive her or to carry out any of
his wishes in regard to her. 1t would
be just like hin tie fly into a passion
and will every penny of his wealth to
her, cutting Us off altogether. So it
is wiser to be polite and make the
best of what we cannot help. One
season isn't lifetime, you should re-
member, May"
''But it is extremely provoking to
have to put ourselves to so much
trouble for mere nobody" chimes
IN Emily, discontentediy, while May
still pouts, unconvlnced by her moth
er's logic. ''And, after all what else
is sheG She was nothing but a wait,
a founding, street-beggar, for aught
| know, when Uncle Reveis picked
her up and took the Quixotic notion
In his head to educate and make
lady of her"
''And lady she is" retorts Jack,
once more, this time with some
warmth IL his tone and an indignant
flush on his bright, manly counter
ance. And mark my words, girls,
she's bound to make sensation
and throw you both in the shade if
she's allowed to come out in society
as uncle Intended"
Mays fair, pretty face darkens un-
pleasantly.
GA sensation indeed!" she echoes
spitefully. with that sallo w face,
and those, big owlish black eyesl
Jack Revels, Tn ashamed of your
taste; she has no beauty whatever"
''Then what are you so mad about2'
ne exclaims teasingly. "Itlooks very
much as if you are jealous of Olive
Sayles already, and dreadiHg the con-
quests she is sure to make in advance
| don't say she is a beauty, my dear,
but she has face and a style OF her
own that will take. And there are
plenty of people who admire that par
tlcular style of looks-Miles Stedman
among them, as [ happen to know,
although he has been so attentive late
~ to certain little blonde of my &C
qua intance."
May fushes violently, but holds
her tongue, for there is nothing to be
gained by arguing with Jack when he
is in teasing mood. It is ali well
enough for him to sing the praises of
their dark-eyed guest, since he is only
brother; but she is particularly SEN
sitive on the subject of Miles Stedman
and TO be told that he admires style
of lovlineSs directly opposite to her
own (the Revels are all noted for their
blonde beauty is really to much.
The possibility of such danger is,
indeed, the secret of her uncharita BILE
ness towards her uncle's protegee, but
she would rather bite ner tongue off
before she would let Jack know that.
Having worsted his sister in their
little war of words, Jack strolls away
to the library, where he finds the sug-
ject of it curled up on the wide, COM
Portable lounge, reading. She is half
buried in the folds of rich, crimson
shawl, and as, at his entrance, she