Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1867-12-27
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And 20 you want 70 marry my daughter.
young man. said fsrmer Allen. removing
bic pipe from his mouth. and looking at the
young fellow sharply from head TO toe.
Despite h's rather ind"'ent, eheminate
cir. which was mainly the result Of his ed
ucation, Luke Johnssn was q fine looking
fs'lsw, and not easily moved from his self.
possces'on; mt nc colored and grew con-
fused beneath that ehsrp. ecrntinizing look
Yes. SIR. spokc TO Miss Mary last
evening. aud she referred me to you.
The Ola mass ncs so1eeBcd.
Molly ma good girl, very good girl.
nc said, str0king hrs chin with thought.
iui AR. 'and she Deserves gOod husband
What eau yon dot! H
| The y"nng man looked rather blank at
thi: abrupt inquiry.
III 70" refer to my ability to support q
vile, can assure yoa-
Know that you ese rich man, Luke
jordan bit tske ~ isr granted that you
ask my g'ri to marFy yon' not your proper
ty. What guarantee can you give me in
case 1t should ce swept away, as it ia in
Thousands ci mstances-that you could
PROVIDE ior her comfortable home! You
have hands and 0raaus-do you know how
to use ti'ein Again ask, what can you
do!,
This wasa style Of cafcchism for which
Luke was quite unPrepared, and he stared
blankly st the Questions. without speak.
ing.
i believe that you managed to get
through co'iegc-have you any profession!'
NO. SIR thought
Have you any trader!
NO. or, my father thought with the wealth
| shosld inherit. ! should not need any
Your father thought like fool. then
He'd much better have given you som,
shilling-it might have been the making Of
you. Here yon are strong. able-bodied
young man. twenty four yeats old aud new.
er earned dollar your life. You ought
to be ashamed Of yoarscH.' 3d. -
And yOu want to marry my daughter y
resumed the old man. after few vigorous
puffs at his pipo Now I've given Molly
rs good advantages for learning as any
girl in town, and she hasn't thrown 'ea
away but it she didn't know her work.
.he'd be no daughter Of nine. If l chose.
! could Keep more Aan one servant but
l don't, no more than choose that my
daughter should be pale. spiritless crea-
ture, full Of dyspepsia, aud all manner Of
fine lady ailments, instead OF the smiling,
bright eyed rosy checked lass she is.
did say she should marry no lad that had
been cursed with rich father; but she q
taken foolish liking to ye, and Ill tell ye
what Ill do; 50 to work and prove your
sell TO DC man Periect yourself I'D some
Ioccupation-l, don't care what. so II be-
hrnest' ana then come 10 me. and II the
girl is willing she ls yours
AS the Old man sail this, he deliberately
knocked the Ashes out VI his pipe against
ono OF the pillars OF the porch where he
was sitting, tucklng 1t into his vest pocket
and went INTO the house.
Pretty Mary Allen was waiting down al
the garden gate. their usual trysting "lace
The sniillng light. faded from her eyes III
she noticed his sober, discomfitted look.
Father means well. she said, as Luke
told her the result OF his application.
And ! am not sure but that he Is abont
right he resumed. after a thoughtful
pausc. for it seems to me that every man
be he rich or poor, ought to have some Oc
cupa,ion.
Then as enc noticed her lovers grave
look. she added softly:
Never mind, will wait for yOu Luke.
Luke Jordan suddenly disappeared from
his accustomed haunts much to the sur
prise Of his gay associates. But wherever
he went. he carried with him in his exile
these words, and which were like towel
Of strength to his soul, Ill wait for yor
Luke.
One pleasant, sunshiny morning. late in
October, as farmer Allen was ,propping VI
the grapevine in his front yard, thar threat
ened to break down with the weight Of it.
luxurious burden. neat looking cart drov,
up. from which Luke jordan alighted witt
quick, elastic spring, quite in contrast t.
his former leisureIy movements.
Good morning. Mr.. Allen. under
stand that you want to buy some butte
tubs. and cider barrels. l think hav,
some here that will just suit you.
| Whose make are they! inquired th'
old man. ~ opening the gate. he paused By
the wagon.
Mime, he replied, with an air OF par
donable pride, ANA chaiienge any cOOPe
in this State to beat them.
Mr.. Allen examined them critically, on
by one.