Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1865-10-06
Mistellaneous.
Martinstower,

IL is almost uaFk, sara LlZZle EiliOt
perched on the bars that led into the sol
cmn quictudc Of the Martinstowcr woods
with her brown hood hanging from one
arm, and scarlet shawl drawn ever her
tangled black curls. Il wonder why
papa don't GOMEZ"
| Lizzie was selfish sort of damsel
with great black eyes and peach-red
checks, and lilac calico dress fearfuly
torn by some jagged bramble. She Wa:
not particularly graceful, nor were the
hands that held the shawl together under
her chin, "sender and snowy" On the
contrary, the March wind had reddened
them, and blown her short curls about
until you cou.d scarcely have told from
any outward indication, whether she we're
boy or girl.
"Lizzie. child come down this in
stant. When will you learn to be lit
tie more lady-like p
Aud Lizzie slipped gniltily down from
her seat on the topnost bar, as stout
old gentleman, with iron gray hair and /;
suit to match, came trottng down The
roads0n stout little pony.
"oh, papa! l thought you were never
coming"
"l tell you what I'm going to do
said the old gentleman irascibly, as liz
zie sauutered along by the pony's side
with one arm thrown over its shaggy
name, and her rcddeucd fingers playing
with the loose locks.
I'm going to bay pair of blue trow.
sers and coat, aud set you to work cut
ting trees with the rest Of the men folks.
It's all mistake trying to make Il young
lady Of you -
a wish you would, papa" CALCULATED
Lizzie, gleclully, ait would be such fIn !"
Fun echoed the old gen,leman.-
Now give you fair warning, Miss L,z.
ze, you have rot to behave yourself IA
little more circumspectly in future. Mr..
Martin is coming home"
Mr. Martin Of Martinstower ?"
The same"
Lizzie looked back where the sunset
was turning the vast gothic windows OF
the gray stone mansion among the Mar.
tins,ower woods to gold, and opened her
black eyes very wide.
81 wish he would stay at Para--Parn
what's its name. can't steal any
more roses from the lawn, nor play at
hide and seek with Nero in the great
stone portico any more. What does he
want to come back for ,"
Probably because he is tired of liv.
ing in foreign countries" dryly responded
her father.
And when will he be here p
I" In the course Of month or two -
His confidential clerk comes Immediately,
to see about c-furnishing and decorating
Martinstower for his reception, and"
lie must be a very Ale young gen.
tleman il the old furniture isn't good
enough said Lizzie, eevating her little
nose.
"Will you held your saucy tongue,
Miss How dare you speak in that way
Of man who must be worth, at the
least computation, qua,ter of Il million?
| was going to say that l hope Mr.. Mar
tin will make 1t his home at our house
for day or two, before he takes possess.
ion of his new residence. Viola is a
very pretty girl and it mayn't be bad
idea to establish some little intimacy be-
tween our place and Martinstower be.
fore-"
II understand said Lizzie, nodding
her head knowingly. Viola would make
a splendid fine lady, and so would Blanche.
Mrs. Martin of Martinstower wouldn't
it be glorious!"
"Lizzie," said her father sharply, "you
will obligo me by moderatng your tone
somewhat. There is somebody coming
down the road-hush !"
The words were yet on his lips as a
tall, well Duilt young man. in coarse
gray oycrcoat and soft felt hat, came
up.
"Can YOU tell me the way to Martins
tower. sir ?"
Martinstower," repeated Mr.. Elliot,
staring at the stranger. "Up0n my word.
it is strange coincidence, young sir -
You are undoubtedly Mr.. Har,well, re-
ferred to in the letter this morning re-
ccived from Maurice Aartin---and beg
leave to introduce myself as Job Elliot,
agent for the Martinstower estate"
While Lizzie's black eyes dilated wider
than ever.
Letter." repeated the young man
"has the letter but just arrived ?"
This morning." returned Mr.. Elliott,
courteously. "Perhaps you will return
with me tonight, Mr.. Hartweli.and we
can go over the property tomorrow. l
have the less hesitation in extending an