THE GUARDIAN ANGEL
By Xavier B. Saintine
A white figure appeared before the young girl as she awoke. “I am your Guardian Angel!”
“Then you will grant me the wishes which I shall mention?”
“I shall carry them to God’s throne. You may count upon my assistance. What are your wishes?”
“O White Angel, I am tired of continually turning the spindle and my fingers are getting to be so hard by constant work that yesterday, at the dance, my partner might have imagined he was holding a wooden hand.”
“Your partner was that fine-looking gentleman from Hesse? Did he not tell you that he adored blue eyes and fair hair, and that he would make you a baroness, if you would go home with him, if you would wickedly run away?”
“White Angel, make me a baroness!”
The evening of that day a young peasant came and asked Louisa’s mother for her daughter’s hand. The mother said, Yes.
“White Angel, deliver me from this poor man. I want to be a baroness!”