Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-09-25

..1s waINng along one OF
those pulling, alphabetical side streets Of
Washington, which in the early post bellum
days were usually either bathed in mud or
| choked with dust A lodging and boarding
house atmosphere permeated the dingy brick
houses on either side. A tawdry WEAKNESS
OF aspect brooded over them, as though the
| requirements of existence were burdensome.
| Andrew Johnsons efforts to conciliate the
old aristocratic element of the south were at
| their climax, and the national capital was
much frequented by the social and political
| leaders OF Dixie in consequence. Many Of
them were sadly impoverished and aired, per-
force, their deoayed yet unruffled gentilitv
about the boarding houses rather than tho
| great hotels.
The gentleman finally pulled certain door
bell and was ushered into much used par
| Tor by white aproned mulatto. who took
his card and FASTENED up stairs The visitor
sank back into chair and looked out at the
window. He was tall, slender and well
| dressed, with a penslve air, long brown
! Ilustache and close clipped hair slightly
| tinted with gray. Five minutes passed, and
his attitude remained unchanged Then
there was a soft rustic Of drapery down the
hall, a faint scent of yiolets in the air, and a
low clear voice entering her ear as its owner
| glided into his presence. He had arisen, hat
In hand, as these words were uttered:
''Dr. Iyzarde will pardon this intrusion,
hope, for instead of Mr.. Seabrook, it is only
his niece Uncle Horace is out Good
heayensin
My little recruit again!"
These EXPLANATIONS were the result of q
mutual survey OF each other The lady
flushed violently, then her face slowly paled,
as her large eyes rested in wondering embar-
rassnent on the stranger. He drew q deep
breath, then said, hesitatingly:
'Are you indeed Mr. Seabrook's niece
his favorite niece, as he has told me''
HE is foolish enough to call lie so: vet
what must you think of me-you, his old
friend, whom / thought I had never seen be-
fore?'
her color again rose and her eyes fell be-
fore his gaze, but he smiled roguishly, say
ing:
1t might take hours to tell all I have
thought about you. And SO you were the
romantic young lady who ran away from the
convent school in Charleston after Gettys-
burg, bent on doing heroic and impracticable
wonders for your country. Horace wrote
me something of it at the time, yet L never
dreamed until now that my little recruit and
she were onen
81 fear it has not added to your good opin-
ion of me- and had | thought the stern young
doctor before whom l trembled, and Uncle
Horaces old friend George Iyzarde were also
one and the same, should never have dared
TO face youn
yet have often wished to see YOU said
he earnestly. at must have been that the
wish was father to the thought in enabling
me to recognize you today, having only seen
you once before"
care you SO sure of thatg' she asked
archly
He looked at her inquiringly, then re-
piled:
II was wounded, you know, or rather you
didn't know. 1t was shortly before the sur
render. was delirious, think, but fancied
that L caught gimpses of your face, fairer
than had seen it before, Yet still yours. 1t
was doubtless only fancy, though its feeting,
recurring vividness made it seem realn
Then you never heard of Sister Maria
Jonesg"
Her face was grave, yet merry light
danced in her eyes.
well, no." he returned unsuspeetingly
'fThere were many nurses about US, YETI. I
believe you are quizzing me-"
What wonderful penetration So, sir,
you never heard of her. l fear you viii next
deny having coldly advised timid soldier
boy to go as nurse, after telling himn-
why, of course remember that, andn-
''Silence! After plainly intimating that
his budding patriotism deserved no higher
avenue to fame"
II humbly plead guilty to that charge
yet what has that to do with Sister Maria
Smithg"
Zones, sir. There were already too many
Smiths in the order. Now, don't it occur to
you that your soldier boy might have re-
changed his sex in appearing as a nursea
Men have many privileges but sisterhood is
as yet denied them Sister Tom Jones
wouldn't have sounded well, SO it had to be
Maria instead, and''-
'''Then you were Sister Marian
"Who nursed you in the field hospital"
"Then did see you there after all shall
never dispute my fancy again. How regret
that did not have sense to express my graft
tude"
They looked at each other in silence for
moment. Then her gaze wandered through
the window; on her cheek was tender play
of color, and she sighed softly. His own look
was one of unrepressed admiration. Finally
he took her unresisting hand, saying:
Miss Seabrook, forgive my abruptness. I
have often thought of you, slight and pecu-
liar as has been our intercourse, and
now
The front door suddenly opened and
heavy step was heard in the hall With a
glance and a smile TRANSPORTING her face
that no lover could mistake, she gently with
drew her hand just as an affable looking,
middle aged man appeared in the doorway,
and said with Protean assumption of rail-
lery:
Uncle Horace, here is stranger who as
serts so strongly his desire TO be friend that
/ shall leave him with you to settle the ques-
ton"
And she did. The nature of the settlement
may be determined from the following notice
that appeared in The Charleston Courier
some time during the following November:
Sat the residence OF Horace Seabrook,
Esq, Oak Cottage, st. Andrews parish, by
the Rev. Charles Cotesworth, Miss Alice
Seabrook TO DR.. G. ". Iyzlrie of this city.
No cards. Will liam Perry Brown in Atlanta
Constitution.
In Cambridge, England, butter is sold by
the yard, pound of butter being rolled out
into a stick yard long and sold in sectionA
NO raise Teeth for Him.
an, n, honey! Dis niggah dun hab
no fetal teef tucked away in his mouf,