The Angel Child.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 145, 24 December 1901, Page 3

The Angel Child.

•HOW SHE CAUSED MISS OHPUDGE'S LOVER TO LEAVE.

"When young SellsLoes calle. the other evening Miss Ohf uiige in a flannelette wrapper, wi; reading an intensely abdorbiu novel in her room upßtairs, au, 60 she sent her"angel sister Pansy, aged 6, downstairs to inform Mr

Sellahoes that she'd be down in a few moments. The angel sinter carried the information to Mr Sellshoed in the parlour and then hovered around, waiting for an opportunity to deliver herself ol a few bright little sayings of childhood.

"Mr iSellshoas," she remarked, ufter a while, in a shy twisting htiV hands coyly, u have you goc many bureau drawers where you live, aud do you hunt in them much ?"

■u Weil—er—l duuuo," replied Mr iSelUhoes with hesitation. "Why ~i" "On, nuthin-," replied theangel child, " 'cept th.*C sis she' began t* hunt, 'a soou'syon eaine, through the bureau drawers f'r a piece o' stickin' .plaster t' cover up a bij? pimple she'd got on her chin, au' she said ahe jea' wisht you had t'rubber an' hunt thto'igh all niy bureau drawers an' then you wouldn't be so willin' t' put folks out so. Do you often have t' hunt through your bureau drawers ?"

Young SellshoeßUUshedalightly, then paled slightly aud made an inaudible reply. The angel child pretended to fix the rug in front of the grute lire for a moment, aud then she opened up again. ''•Oh, Mr Sellshoes," she exclaimed, '• what a funny hat you must wear. Do let me see it, won't you ?" " Why, it's -just like all other hats," replied young Bellshoes, in a muffled, choked eort of tone. '" Why do you wish to see it?" "Oh, nuthiu'," replied the child, turning around, and drumming th<i piano, kt 'cept that sis si:e says tUcu you talk through your liat, and I thought it must be a lunuy looking hat." Young iJHii.saoea twisted some more m his aeut and half rose to go, but, thinking batter of it, again stared out of th<* window. The angel child drummed oh for a couple of minutes, and then she once more wheeled about on th« stool.

"And oh, Mr Sellshaes," fche prattled, in her swoet, innocent little voto«, " please, sir, tell me what you won't do ■?" '" Won't do ?" repeated young Sellshoes, hoarsely. ''Why, -I don't think I understand what you—" ' '■'• Weil," cut in the lovely little [mailing lamb, " I heard Bis say yijbitsrday, wutu she was talking 'bout you— " lie won't do," jea' like tiiiit, an' Ituought that—" The rerft of it was drowned in tile 'tuwtmiiuiiiig of the angel child's niue paws on the ■piano. Then young Sellshoes went out into the clammy niyht without waiting for Mud Ohfudge, and three wiuutes atc*r he left the. singal child of the Ohfudge household was learning things about the back of a corrugated sterling silver hairbrush that ; she had never dreamed of in her young and joyous life before,—Washington Star.