Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1869-11-25

the urn. and be thought he had never
tasted anything so delicious "a the tea
she had brcwcd with her own hands
He took three cups of it. Mr.. Chat
field, finding him pleasant guest.
asked him to call again. which he prom
ised TO do with every intention Of keep
ing his word. On his way home, h..
indulged in delirious hornpipe by the
sadisea-waves.t to the mute stuperfaction
Of a local policeman.
Love never does things by halves
with such gentlemen as Mr.. Jack Hav-
iland. By the end Of a week. Jack
found he could think and dream of
nothing else but Lucy Cnalfeld. He
was like man who has stared too
har! at the sun. and sees luminous
spot continually dancing before his
eyes. He passed his days in alterna-
ton OF giddy bliss aud pitiable wretch
edness, according as his suit seemed TO
prosper or fail. He was "gone. gone
all over" as he himself expressed it;
and as flame, when it rages so hotly
a. this, is contagious, Miss Lacy Ter
self began sovn To wander how it was
that her heart fluttered so fast when
ever she met Mr.. Jack. AT first the
meetings were confined To chance en-
counters ON parade. once or so every
other day. Gradually these meetings
grew more frequent and prolonged, un-
| I'll nj last. "chancc became 50 COM
| PLEASANT" that the lovers met twice
day.
| And then il was that the habit of
/ long walks set in-long walks on the
/ cliH. in county roads. on desert parts
| of the bcach-auywherc they could be
alone. Lncy. no longer timd, as at
| first, leaned lnnoccntly on Jacks strong
arm. accepting the plea that 1t was pru-
| dent To do So least another big wave
T should come aud sweep her dosn. An
ME Haywood. vino was the constant
! companion OF these walks. had true
feminine tact for straying few yards
before or q few yards behind. that those
adorable nothing-, 80 sweet 10 eX-
change when there are olly two TO
hear them, might not remain un~pokeu
in the presence of a third. Jack wa,
happy and Lucy was happ, u. No
thought ofto-mprrov cam. tp mar the
aatue illusions of their dream thcy
lived only in the present. loving EACH
other more every day. And once,
when Jack had allowed his lips 10
whisper the first trembling confession
or his heart. he drew his arm round
Lucy's waist and kissed her aud she
happy al what he had said, and not
afraid 10 show her happiness, did as he
babe her, and returned his kiss.
T~o months had passed since the lay
when they had first met. and Jack Ilay-
Hands protracted absence from all the
festivities Of Shnglc had begun 10 SOW
bitterness and waling III the female
camp.
Til" most terrible suppo,itions hal
already been set adoat by the Joint in
genuity Of Mrs. NJ lIotscone anil Miss
Bohea. The local journals had solemn
lv announced the arrival at the Shlngle
Of Maiemoiselle Gren linette Of the
corps Dc ballet of the Paris Opera. and
putting this fact together with the 9th
er fact OF Jacks desertion, Ms, Bohea
inquired whether it were not possible
to deduct thcre-from n most scandalous
conclusion. But 1t is fair To say that
Miss Bohea remained alone of her opin-
ion. The other ladies' could not bring
upon themselves 10 subject Jack Ha,i-
land Of So much hlackness. Besides,
Mademoisele Gredinette had not re-
mained in Shingle for more than two
DAYS, and she had been escorted both
on arrival and departure by tue Right
Honorable the Earl of WheezylunL, a
peer Of the realm. While queries and
wonders. suggestions and exclamations
were still running riot, Mrs. Maydcw
appeared one sunday morning at st.
Marriifold's Church with look of tri-
umph on her countenance. Daring
the whole time OF service she east looks
of intelligence at Mrs. Mliot>cone,
Mrs. Curry-combe and Miss Bohea;
and as soon as the service was ended
she hastened out, SO as TO meet her
friends, and tell them all about ii
On would YOU believe it. my dear
Mrs. Wholesome, after all our kind
ness to him, 10 abandon Us all for
girl like that Z
Who can it be- inquired Mrs.
Wholesome.
Who is itF inquired Mrs. Curry
combe.
Who" gasped Miss Bohea.
Why, none other than Mss Chat
field. the child with auburn hair, who
lives at Beauchampe Lodge, and has
father too proud TO call upon any one.
Mr.. Chatfiell, the banker!
No; he's a timber merchant, or
dry-salter, or something of the kind.
He's immensely rich, and can't make
out how he can accept such man as
Jack Haviland for his son-n-law Mr..
Haviland hasn't a single siXpence.
Not a penney muttered Miss Bohea.
But is it all settled them asked
Mrs. M'Hotscone.
i don't know. I'm sure but suspect
it must be. Mr.. Haviland no longer
comes 70 st. Marigolds on Sunday. He
doesn't like to lose sight of his little
xy-haxy Miss for single minute. |
met him on parade this morning, going
with smiling face to Mr.. Jumpers
tabernacle
"A dissenting chapel" exclaimed
Mrs. Curry-combe in horror.
That young man has no regari for
his soul cried Miss Bohea.
| Il shouldn't have believed it of him.
said Mrs. M'Hotscone and the 70 ur la
dies mortality shocked at what they had
heard, wended their way all chattering
l together.
/ ave must a0ree to cut him, heoan