Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1867-09-13
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Could you call again in about an hour ,
said the blueevcd one. My husband is
out, and we've been 50 troubled with thieves
/. and respectable, looking ag uts who carried
r keys with 'enl, that
= %. beg your pare Oh under the circum
/. stances will not intrude. said Cot Tenn
:. plar with comic elevation ofhs eyebrows.
Perhaps. however yOu will be good enough
10 observe tllit leave the door mat behind
me. quite safe.
Tcmplar. as he strobe away with puzz zlcd
look in her face.
It's as well l didn't let him come in. was
her internal comment. lie looks as If he
might be II little crazcd.
While Col. Tcmplar strokcj his nous
tahoe aud pondered obviously within him.
self.
'Iwonlcr if do look ike rogue7
Herbert. BERTHE. dent you hear the door
bell Berthe, I say
The gentleman apostrophized rs Bcrtir
was sitting at an old fashioned mahogany
desk. absorbed in IL pill. of blo,tnd MANI
script, with dislievrlcd hair. and middle
lingcr deeply stained with ink evidently Il
profession. Directly before him stood the
speaker. young lady Of twenty three or
thrrrabouts.
She was exceedingly pretty. with the in
nocrnt dmpled beauty off, white kitten or
a pet rabbits hlurcyed. with n complexion
where fllnt roses seemed to glow through
the Transparent skin. and mouth ike n
dash of scarlet velvet. While her lovely
p,, Ia, t.,i, f,e 4 ,rbt
a great lustrous twist. en- 1ishabiile. cvi-
IDENTIFY. but quite pretty enough toexcusc all
dtrcts of -four sprinkled hands, and hair
half loose.
rbell repeated the young man star
ing vacantlv.
Yes. some one to see the house, sup
pose. and such figure. Do. please. go
to the door Bertie. there's jewel. Mary
has gone tn the grocers and See what II
stat. I'm ill.,
ded archly on the glass at huge fourry
pa,ch on the peach bloom check.
There it goes again. Do make haste,
BERTHE aud on Your life. don tshow any one
into the Kitchen Tell 'e,n its gem of u
littlc kitchen. but don't lc, 'em in. for tho
" cake is half madeand the bread half baked
1
aud spice boxes. aud egg braters all lying
around loose, and-there.
And the Young lady expedited matters
t with Il push that left FIVE white dots froai
her five finger ends on the back of Mr.. Her
= bert's cashmere dressing gown.
u The dear, absent-minded goose. she pom
: ,lercd, as she tlu,tered dawn stairs into the
Kitchen. lftherc's any mistake to be mad,
L..fI
t minded he grows lido believe.
) WHY. Yes, this hoVse is to he let said
Mr.. BERTHE in answer to the courteous in
want to look mt it,
: Co. Templar smiled.
i should like to inspect the rooms; that
;, l.. if it's quite convenient.
: aa'Oh. qute-walli in This is the hall.
ID believe thos. are the stairs, and oh !
y h. re- are the parlors.
:, S,dacy rcmpIar guzcd earclrssly around
=, the lofty rco rs thinking they would suit
hi. ambitions tile cousin very well. when
4 sud luly portrait hanging over the cary
II ed .nantIcpcc cansht his eye.
'Nlarion Caryl.
He di MT speak the syllahles, hu, they
,r sounded through his brain as if Il thousand
= silver tongurd bells had peaed them forth.
A Yes, il was Marion CHryl, with the bright
n gnldcn ringlets floating away from her
blu" veinrd temples, and the rose mouth
:. ready To break into smiles that were an
!, swercd by the dewey sparkle of her eyes.
:, Marion Caryl'' he repeated vaguely To
- himself And this is Marion's house. and
Marion's husband is leading me through
n the rooms. How dreamlikc it seems.
r I'm afraid you are tired. said honest
=. Berthe. looking compassionatclv Mt Sid
! nry 8 aShen pale lace. and wondering that
4 he had nat noticed how cooress it was.
"A little tired. stamm"rtd Col Templar
I, feeling the hot blood rush to his brows
=, once more.
- But no mat.cr-don't let me drtain You,
| believe you said the rent was-'
= .Rcnt! haven't the least idea. | e,
icvr it ia QUE hundred or eighty, or per
;. haps sixty know We paid fifty. hut the
anllnrd is going to raise it, and Marion
, aud are thinking of a furnished cottage
; in the country somewhere.
= .Narions husband is not man of bus-
i ness, thought Sidney.
= 'Mlrions husband. How the words
cut his heart.
e We'll, I'll ask Marion she knows.
a said Herbert, Now then, I'll take you
down into the lower department.
Oh BERTHE. Berthe, had you brcome OH
D livious of the words Of caution heaped up
, nu your luoklcss ears!
/. Pretty Marion. screwing the top on to
one of her spice boxes, heard the advancing
of footsteps with sudden thrill OF apprc-
| hension.
n at cant he possihle that that goose
p Bcrtie has forgotten what told him. she
4 thouyht. HE has though. as sure as the
: sun is shining aud I'm caught.
! Marion dropped her box of fragrant al =
p spice. and lonkcd with wde-open eyes Of
lismay at her BIB apron.
= They are coming she stamme"cd.
tnriing alternately red and white -
There's no help for it; shall have to hide
) in the preserve closet.
/ And our little heroine, ignomniously
| taking refuge in fight, ran lightly across
the kitchen floor aud hid hers III among
e preserved strawberries, East India ginger,
t aud gliinmcfng JAYS of cherries
III don't lecture Berte. said Marion,
setting her lttlc teeth together like beIlis-
: erpnt pearls as the two gentlemen came
| into the kitchen, aud she heard their voc
cs discussing the relative merits OF stoves
+ aud ranges.
BY the way. said Herbert suddenly.
I II hrievu thrrn nrp some uicn al lSpts down