St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-24
thought we'll of this. and an ADVERTISE
ment was publisned to that effect.

thought we'll of this, and an ADVERTISE
ment was published to that effect.
a lady sent up a card with mrs.
Oziah Miller" upon it. ana, being In
viteu in, began to cross-eXamine my
protectors as to my morals and manners,
as though she fancied that they were
about to Impose some desperate charac-
ter upon her. Friend Smith rand Friend
Brown were flushed with confusion and
somewhat out of temper. when at last
she protested herself satisfied and said
that on their Recommendation she would
engage me. She then told them that
she lived in the country. and asked If
she could take me that evening, as it
would save me the expense Of journey.
The Friends said: Eyes, if Anna
agrees" ami though the woman's prim
and chilly manner was disagreeable to
me. did agree.
could leave her when l pleased. l
remembered. and perhaps the children
would be more agreeable than their
mother, After this my trunk was car
ried downstairs. and put on my bonnet
and cape, and bidding adieu to Erie nd
Smith and Friend Brown, followed my
employer to her coach. which stool be-
fore the door.
The driver evidently had had his d.
rectionS, for be drove on at once.
For long time there was no conver-
sation. l was afraid to turn my he ad
lest my companion should fancy me
bold or forward; but at last she herself
broke the silence in these words:
Il say. child, prim as you pretend to
be, l reckon you haven't any real
Quaker bones in your body"
She uttered these words In way that
astonished me. Voice and manner were
completely altered. l stared at her in
order to prove to myself that it was
really Mrs. Miller who spoke, but there
could be no doubt about that.
"What blessed time you must have
had with those old poke bonnets," she
went on. "Yea, verify Anna-ha! na! ]"
To say that | was astonished scarcely
expresses the depths of my feelings,
but felt that l must answer, aud l
replied that elderly Friends were apt to
be formal, but that they were good
W omen.
"All those horrid things are good"
said Mrs. Miller. well. you are out of
it now. anyway, and your face is your
fortune, as rather reckon you know"
She had touched my sensitive point.
Before | could control my tongue it
uttered my thought.
"Does thee mean thee thinks me
comely?" l queried.
"OhF' she cried. ooh. you are too
funny-comeiy-we it's clever aper,
it's fetching. The Idea of a girl with all
that DEVILS beauty in her face lisping
that out. Yes, friend, l think thee
comely, and thee knows thee is myself,
none better. LaW-hoW easily men are
taken in"
sat aghast. Devils beauty" that
was what old Flora had promised me-
aud | had it. How terrible, but how
sweet Beautiful! The unprepossess-
in wardly to be as good as L could. 1t
should not be devils beauty, but heav-
ems own beauty. But. oh, was so GLAD
to be fair that l was pleased with any
one who told me that was so.
"Great heavens! you really are a n
Innocent child"
Suddenly she sprang to her feet and
called through the little opening beside
the drivers box, ''Stop!" The man
| obeyad. For few minutes Mrs. Miller
seemed to enjoy season OF contempla-
tion-after the fashion of the Friends
then she gave one of her bitter laughs.
go ahead!" she cried. II WAS chick
en-haarted for minute-more fool I.
Go ahead, l say, and drive fast"