Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1869-09-23
Miscellaneous
Loves Patron Saint

Loves falron Salnt
i wonder who nv Valentine will be
to-day 2
Little Ida Cornell sat near the par
Tor fire. her golicn-hrown curls hang
ing like a mist Of sunshine round her
girlish face-as pretty young fairy
of eleven summers as one need Ia see
on hracing February morning.
y our Valentine. Ida: What non
sense = echoed her tall sister. who was
arranging her own lct-black trcsses be-
fore a mirror. Little girls shouldn't
talk about such things.
Well retorted Ida. with n toss of
her small shapely head. Il don't see
why its any worse for little girls TO
talk nonsense than il is for big rirls
and I'm sure ! heard YOU and Cousin
Clara whispering together full half
hour this morning. when YOU thought !
was asleep. about your Valentines
Jane Cornell laughed.
Well, what did ~e SAY, Miss Eyes
and cars ::
WHY. YOU said that the first unmar-
ried gentleman YOU saw would be your
Valentine: and Clara told YOU that
Mr.. =, Eyers would bc waiting out
side the window for your first glances.
say. I've ] great mind TO run out and
see Mr.. ~ Evcrs myself. would
like him for a Valentine, besides the
pleasure of cutting my elder sister out !"
Ida started up with ewes briInful of
dancing mischief. ss the idea took
possession or her mind. and ran into
the hall. denly eluding James out
stretched hand Of detention. Sudden
lv She checked herself with little sur
prised scream. and ran back into the
parlor. hiding her flushed checks and
ewes of merry mischief in the folds of
her sisters dress.
What is it now. YOU gypsy de
ma anded Jane was Mr.. ST. Ever.
there
.lir. st. Evers indeed Ii was 4
milk hoy Jane only think of ii. COM
mod milk boy, with great thick shoes
and fur cap down to his eyebrows,
and red hands like cooks. Oh Jenny,
! is he To be nv Valentine I
!.Yhere can't he doubt of it,, grave
lv asserted the elder sister the frs,
unmarried gentleman,
Bat he isn't gentleman. Jane the
idea Of i, g and the little aristocrat eae-
waited her exquisitely chiseled. ,p9se
'Heisuoihing but a milk-boy, Oa
jenny. I can't have HIM for a Nalen
/ tine
Jane laughed at her little sister,
evident CONSERVATION.
That makes no difference she said
mischieviously you must submit t.
your fate. What was he doing there
oh. he muttered something about
waiting for mamma 70 send money fol-
the milk-bill. when I asked him wha
his business was. But | say. Jenny
do you think
There, there. don't disturb me now
Clara is here with the new slipper pat
terms, and I've forty thousand thing
to think of, besides
Little Ida Cornell was left alone. Z
climb into the window-seat and anus
herself with the book Of fairy tales
still pouting little at the idea of fat
having adjudged her a milk-boy for
Valentine.
But what did Hugh Moray think. q
he sat uneasily ON the very edge of til
big Gothic hall-chair, every word
the carelessly uttered conversation b'
tween the sisters distinctly audible
! him. His brown cheek flushed at frs
;. and then grew pale he bit his lips u
til the blood came, and the sting
!. helpless poverty and sensitive prit
ranked sharply in his heart. r
, Hugh Moray was manly little fello
for his fourteen brief years, and hithe
" to he had known no disgrace in to
ing to help his widowed mother.
Nothing but milk-boy!' he repe'
ed to himself. And are my hands
very red and nv clothes so very coar
that am beneath her notice! l US
re to think her the prettiest creature
v ever saw but 1 will never think
!. again. She is proud and naughty y
d q. disagreeable, and l am foolish
= waste thought upon her idle words
r. r Nevertheless, Hugh's heart swell
high with wounded pride a. be DIR