Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1862-03-14

ternal might avail me little IN tha
quarter, And BOW it strikes me what
heard latcly-that they'd had a fallin,
ont with each other. Nothing serious
I'll wager but thatll help me triRc
he goes to the wars: and I'll play swee
in her good graces, if the things possible
But where's Wendell"
Coming nearer. and mixing with tn
crowd pressing around the soldiers, who
breaking lines, had flung themselves or
the soft green sward underneath the mag
niicent old elms. to take rest and partas
of the substantial collation. served then
by the generous hospitality of the city
Deland espied his legal acquaintance
busted in an earnest conversation with ;
stalwart, intelligent young volunteer, wht
stood leaning on his musket.
A deep, earnest expression, born Of tn,
freedom Of his own breezy Maine vood
and hills, spoke from the young soldier
eye; and the rich blood of his healthy
manhood, warmed his bronzcd cheek, a;
he replied to some words the Bostoniar
had spoken to him.
" Yes, it's glorious cause, sir and
should despisc myself if | did not give
the strength of my manhood to my eoun.
try. Ny grandfather fought at Bunker
Hill; my father was in the Eighteen-hun,
dred-and-twelve and, when the procla.
nation came, | left the old saw-mill Oh
the kennebec and listed
=" DO you expect to return, sir ~
"God knows. sir | leave it in His
hands. | can die in no better cause.'
The frame of the Maine lumberman
was brawny; his hands were large and
unshapely with labor; his face was dark
cncd with weather exposure but Nor
man Wendell felt, at that moment. at
this subducd, reyerential reply met his
question. how noble soul was wrapped
in an untouth husk of extcrnals The
two stood side by side.-the hardy volun-
tccr and the city foppling; for Deand
had come near-and the rich mans son
dwindIcd into insignitieanee beside ma
turc's noblcman.
God bless you | hope YOU may re-
turn to your friends again ~ exclaimed
Wendell, grasping the horny hand and
shaking it warmly ere he moved away.
VIII You taae some cake, sir? Or
cold meat? Perhaps you would prefer
that ~
Thank You, Miss answered the vol
untecr, helping himself from tray OF
cdbIes at this moment passed him by a
young and beautiful lady, whose deiicaty
white hands-if We are to credit the
theory some one has alvanced-proelaim.
ell her to be of patrician birth. " \ on
are very kind to US soldiers, he added, a
touch of native embarrassment bringing
the blood warmer to his check, as he was
helped boantiluIly by the lady. The
long ride from Bangor has somewhat
sharpencd our apPctites.'
With smile and kind reply, the pa
trician girl, who had left her fathers eIe-
caut mansion to swell the band of gener-
ous-hearted ladies congrcgated By the
collation. tables upon the Common tomin-
ister to the wants Of the soldiers, passed
on but not till her eye had momcutarily
encountered Norman Wendell in glance
that called a deep color to her check
But. recovering herself. she onl ly gave a
slight nod Of acknowledgement and in
another moment the crowd had parted
them.
"Shc cannot care for me :" sighed the
Young the lawyer, as he turned his step
from the Common, All ! well; there Is
one tie the less, then, to bind me here =
know now that her smiles have been
stronger than my patriotism to keep me
back from my duty. That noble youn2
lumbcrman's words shamed me. Hi,
saw-mill was as near to him as briefs
and clients to me- and, certainly, he left
home and friends behind, while not q
soul on earth would be the sadaer for my
going. It Rose eves loved me, it is all
past now know my duty aud il
Shall be performed -
Wendell what the deuce are yor
driving on at that rate for2' asked Au
sustus Deland, over-takeins him at th'
corner of School and fremont streets -
Its enough to put a fellow out Of breatl
entirely to keep up with you. Let's 6,
into Parker's for smoke, ! say
"f,xcuse me; but must hasten dowi
to the office" was the somewhat curt re
/ ply given.
".4u reroir, then ~ said Dcland, paus
ine at the entrance of tho marbIe-tron
palace hotel while Wendall kept on dowI
the pavement into Washington street, e'
route for Court street.
That night found Norman Wendell il
Beacon street, and at the door Of one o
its most aristocratic mansions. In a mo
mont he was in the presence of the fai
patrician.
Ny leaving town tomorrow Is m,
excuse for calling, Miss Quincy" he said
turning 10 his hostess, after Augustus De
land, whom he found there had bowc'
himself from the drawing-room. Il cam
to say goodbye"
All" And with this little intcrjcctio
the cold hauteur of Miss Quincy's eoun
tonauec resolved into geater expression
and something of an air of surprise
perhaps stronger emotion Of agitation
struggled up; for her small white hand
neryously trihol with the tasseIs Of tn
superb lounge cushions. A keen obsery
er might have seen that she was maxim
an effort for composure.
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