Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1857-02-06

to the passers by. Struck by her won
Iderful beauty aud the bcsecching glanc C,
OF her large, passionate eyes, he stop
ped and bought bunch of roses
With a brilliant smile the little one re
ceived his money and then turned te
another purchaser. But Henry gazed af
ter Eer with suddenly awakened inter
est. Though clothed in scanty rags, i,
was the face and form that bad haunted
all his dreams of beauty; she and none
other was his long sought ideal Tn.
sliistied he had looked upon the proud
est beauties Of foreign lands-thc face OF
this poor and evidently neglected child
surpassed them all. Los. in this new
and strange revcric, he wandered on.
needless OF his path, until he found him
self again By the little Italians flower
stand. Several times during the day.
he passed her. and each time an arch and
winning glance from her beautiful eyes.
showed that she recognized him. At
last he stopped and asked her name, at
the same time purchasing fresh bo-
quet.
lola, was the reply, with a look of
wonder at the strangers interest in hcr
Well, lola, | wish to see YOU again,
Will you bring some flowers to my rooms
tomorrow morning?'
Where do you live ?" asked lola.
lie told her. and promised To bay all
the flowers she would bring him.
Then will com, early, before il is
time for me to 90 To the m1rket place,
she answered, smiling; and muslns on
the days adventure, Henry Strickland
walked away.
The next morning, with her basket
well filled, lola stood promptly at the
strangers door. He gave her a gold
piece for her flowers, and then, by skill
ful questions, elected her history from
aCr.
She was an rl.han. anl lived with her
oil grandmother, whom she supported
by selling flowers. In touching accents
shc told the story of her old home in the
south OF Italy, where the sun always
shonc on her; Of first her fathers. then
her mothers death, and Of her coming
to her aged grandmother, her only
friend on earth of their poverty before
she WAS able to do any thing and then
she proudly enumerated the comforts
which her I;ttle trade now obtained for
her grandmother
Henry listened with the deepest in
tarest, and then, in glowing eolors. paint
ed to her vivid taGcy. his own home ia
the far, free land Of America.
"Oh, l should love to 90 there :" she
exclaimed when he had cntled.
BE my little girl and 20 there with
me- he said pursu2uvely. " You have
neither father nor mother, and soon your
grandmother viii die, and leave you a.
lone in the world. 1t is a cruel world
to the helpless and innocent | will
take care of YOU. and in my home you
shall be happy as bird.
Iola's eyes sparklcd bat instantly
they drooped again, and she answered
slowly
You are kind to care so much for me,
stranger, and know should be hap
pier to go with you; but will never
leave my grandmother. She would die
of broken heart, if should go from
her. for she has only me. -
Henry was about to reply; but, as if
fearing the power of his PERSUASION, she
sprans lightly away. and before he could
call her back she had disappeared.
But the next morn,us she came again
and offered her flowers, and talked gaily
and innocently of the flr-oF lind which
Henry had described to Ter. Day after
day, she came for a few moments at least.
until he watch cd for her with an absorb
ing interest which grew upon him aImos.
unconsiously. To take this beautiful
ehild to his own country--to educate
her, and bring her up in his own home
and, when she should have reached the
full bloom Of womanhood, to make her
his wife was the plan which had cap
tivated his Imagination.
Three months passed, ana still he
fingered, though each day he 4s!t that he
ought to cast aside this vision and leave
this land of enchantmcnt.
One morning, pale, weeping, lola ran
to his door, and sank on the threshold
in an agony OF tears. Full Of sympathy,
be raised her 20 his arms. and asked the
cause of this wild and sudden sorrow.-
In broken accents she told him that on
waking that morning, she had gone as
usual to her gran lmotker's bed to help
her dress, but could not not wake her.
Terrified at last she called for help, when
it was discovered that she WAS dead
She had died noisclesSly in her sleep.
Alas | have no friend on earth ="
cried the poor orphan, and she again be-
gan to sob.
NO; do not say so, said Henry
Strickland, wiping away her tears.
will be your friend and guardian now.
dear lola, Cheer up! my beautiful
child. You shall go with me, and | will
take care of you always"
"And will YOU always love me ask
ed lola innoeensly, fixing her fearful eyes
on him.
Always" said Henry, earnestly
"you shall never know care or suffe ring
which my love can ward from you. Come
x,i m me- and ynu shall ha hAnDv :,