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

tossing on the deep and dangerous sea.
Lucy Hale sat by her little window
sewing. The breath of June came in
tanning her fair, white forcHead and sh,
thought with deep longing. of the
fields wet with dew end blue siolets, OF
the calm green woods fall of wild flow
ers, where it would be such heavenly re-
treshment for her to wander all day long
But she must work early and late for.
strive and save as she might, they were
growing poorer.
81 declare the windows of Henry
Striekland's house are all wide open,
and the carriage is at the door.
shouldn't wonder if he got home last
night. His house keeper told me She
expected him tits work
SO said old Mrs Hale. as she pccrcd
out of the wincow. shading her eyes
with her hand. Lucy quietly laid down
her work and walked to the window
where her mothe: stood As she look
ed, the hall-door, which hal been so long
closed, opened. and out bounded little
Slrl, with raven ringlets tossing under
her gypsy hat, followed by Henry Strick-
land who lifted her into the carriage
then taken a seat beside her drove gaily
away 1t was so near that she could
even hear his voice and his familiar
laugh.
" 1t is he" said Lucy softly. and then
sne went back to he seat and threaded
her needle, and scwed as fast as ever
= But who is she ," said Old Mrs.
Hale " I'm going right up to ask Mrs.
Grey =; she'll tell me tlc whole story"
And before Lucy could interpose. Mrs.
ialc's bonnet was on, and she was on
her way to make He,.rys houskcepcr
morning call.
Henry had been two years absent
and now as Lucy sat alone, she contrast
Cd il her mini. these two wears with the
two which had preceded his departure
How dcsolate she had been, There was
no enc to read to her in the long, silent
evenings-to bring her tlowcrs-to take
twilight walk with her. Day after
day she had looked over to the dreary.
shut-up house, and longed in vain to see
the Henry of old ,imes-her Henry
come out with his spade on his shoulder.
end smile for her in his face. Sabbath
after sabbath She had looked across the
church to the empty pew. AMI mt no
gltnce from the bold, bright eyes of her
old playmate. She had been very lone
y, and often very sad
But now he had come back. anl
would h not hasten to see her. would
he not come that very cYening, and tell
her Of his travels and adventures, AMI
say, Have you ever thought OF me.
Lucy -
Poor Lucy, Long anl YEARLY shall
thou watch and wait, and thy tender
heart wltl scarce endure till the breaking
OF the day but be patient
During the summer, Henry employed
himself in teaching lola he English
language, and 50 rapidly was her pro-
gress, that in autumn she was ready to
begin the study OF common branches of
education. At considerable expense,
teachers were engaged to come from the
nei5hboring city and give her weekly
lessons. A splendid piano forte and
harp were purch iscd for her, and, with
motherly Mrs. Grey and her warm hear
ted guardian, why should she not be hap.
py:
One day ,he came dancing into the
library, her dark hair wreathed with ros-
es, and looked beautiful as a fairy in her
youthful bloom. She sat down on a
velvet ottoman a. her guardian side
and asked,
Nv no is that pale. sweet-looking Ia
dy who lives in the little white cottage.,
She always smiles on me when pass by
and to-day she bcckoned to me and
asked my name, and gave me all these
roses, and she pointed to her wreath
WHO is that beautiful lady =
"Do you thiak she is beautiful -
asked Henry abstractedly.
"Yes,' said lola ''shc makes me
think, Of my dear mother. only she
had large. black eyes, while this lady's
are blue as the sky over Florence.
But she looks like my mother when she
smiles
"She is Miss Hale" said Henry in
reply to her eager look; Lucy Hlle.
my old playmate and friend
"she always sits by the window and
scws,' said lola. .'Is she not very
poor :"
"Sha is not rich as you are" SAID
Henry, stroking Iola's curls. "But
do not know that she is suffering
"She is sad too, continued lola, "as
il 10 one loved her. Does any one love
Lucy Hale p
Il suppose so; everybody has some
friend. And she is very good and love-
ly"
"Are YOU her friend? Do you love
Lucy"
Henry colored, and turned away
He was thinking trow he once ha loved
her, and how the world had come be-
tween him and that love.
"Ah you do not love her. said lola,
who had been watching his countenance.
Bat love her, and will tell her so.-
Perhaps it will make her little hap