Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1867-09-13
mi seclla neo II s
The Preserve Closat.

Upon mv word this is about the coolest
proceeding ever knew =
Colonel Iempar sal in his bachelor sane
tna. where the RAYS + an April Sunshine
sAnnc iii lines Of .Iiiterins gold among the
Neapoltan violcts in The window, and drove
the little eauary Wild With silver voiced lie
lirht-a sanctuni crowded with aIiscella-
urnus confusion of mcershauns in different
STAGES ut eulnr. dressing gowns, cigar box
es newspapers. and gorgeous velvet SIP
prrs-he contracted his hroNs ihoodIr ov-
er a letter whn-e pink paper and delicate
scrnt of foreign perfume betokcnrda II troub-
le frun retne lady correspondent.
DEAR SIDNEY Yes. I'm always dear
when Bertha wants II disagrrcahle commits
son executed What hyPocritrs wonrn
are 10 ~ slre-nn thginic house 50 ne
where. IA some nice iuc any. 1t sIteli can
he 10 tlouh, to engage one ior u No
trouble quoila that's just il wo na4.S
itlet 80 trouble tn rush t.oa Pll.arND
un>t lose hunting Where, the ii,dciHilliy
orb4car!pinuJ /. I'd IKE 10 kn,N1 nigh,
as wrli h.. Il married nan il gori earn, +
il Iu TO be- sad ted with ali tue rcSPon,i
tility If the tang. XaA,t be nPnse Il
npoIl. III write To B'rtA.at oaee and tell
hrr--
Col. Tcmpiargave his jrt Hack nous,
tachr savage jerk and paiird his writing
d, SIX + souietv ioylrd Fhen Il softer
mood seemed tn Lava rthwart his mud and
he hcSiIatri, hitting the handle ol his pen
medilatiyclv
Poor !ttlr Br~tLa--shc always was my
pet cu4sin. aud suppose 1t is rather incon
vctirnr for her to cn.nr all tl' WAY here {"
la,,l, iur IA house. an lhpr husband will be- in
India I'll the middle of May: and-wcll.
thr up.hnt of the whole matter is that am
doomcd Ia v.clnize .ayseti. anu the sooner
it is over the otter II ighn! where's til,
newspaper Il insi look over the To let $
Il ST. aud thea I'll 20 10 the estate agencies!
The snh was pcepln5 iron behind hIass
rs of hring cluuill. like "a shy heautr who
alternately s.niirs and hides her lace; the
air WIS fu oi funt sprung uiorS. even III
this hrcll and mortar WILDERNESS. when Col.
Sidney rcmplar saIlicd b'aNrly forth, ar'n-
ed and equipped with vafioas reiefrhers.
dirrct,oas and addresses. To engage III the
mo ,rli,nus business nj house hunting.
H.. was not !, hind,o ne man. Yet you
wonld have turned inNoluntarllv to look af'
tc, him AS he siuutcrrd by. attracted by
th, deep sninthcrrd hire oi his dark eyes and
,h, fra, outline of his lIps. No, Col. lem
pl,r WAS not handso ne, hut he was what
the ladies tcrn interesting Moreover he
carried an empty sleeve where the lett ar'n
.ho,l.d have h,,en-an everlasting me'ho
iia p the red battle clouds.
II seems cutnical enough Tor me to go
huus Il utlng. mnsed fcnplar' ns he Stroir
an throu IA the Iu.ty streets. For me, the
solitary, homeless rciusc Oi oae-ind- thirty
Y ars old Four years aga things appear
ed differently 10 tie 4; four years ago
s,i-hi have dreamed OF hume oi my own
with Marion Call~ lTish eyes tn light up
it's hcauhst, NJ All ne this Is a world
or change. a careless word a little mis-
understanding. aGd here ! an II crlppird
old soldier while Mdron is probably alak-
ing th. sunshine o, same other lnan life
Hold on-I am getting lnandln and roman.
Itch. Sidney remplar! This wall nev
TT do old fellow.
The Colonel gave his heavy black locks
a toss as If impatient at his own fully. aud
vigorously directed his attention to the list
OF eligihl, residences in his pocket bonk.
No. street heres thevcry place
Wants painting badly On the outsidc, but
may prestnta mnre promising aspect with
in AT NIL events We'll try.
He rang the bell, and brief sbirnshing
of servants in the hall II faded lady i'll dyed
silk. and hair in criHping pins. ap' cared.
Is this house to let, madam said our
Colonel deferenlially.
Well, yes lis to let. but you can't see it
now.
Can't see it now!
No snarled the lady. vindctivcly,
Hours are between two and four
.p.n quite sure.ihs female in crimpng
r;ns is an cid laai1.. decided the coloncl
mentally. and think she must have break
tasted off broken gl~sand eauhric needles.
| wonder if the peoi sNat No. Iii
street Will br any mof'xNfale.
A pretty, hlae-eyed Wonan,fn torn
wrapper. and slippers down ut the heel,
answered the door bell,