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

II is very. very bad to be poor
Alas Hugh Moray. thou art not the
only one who has murmured the same
words in bitterness of spirit
When. his days work was done. and
his milk-rounds all completed. the boy
returned 10 the third-story floor in a
poor street. where his mother tried TO
make home out of most unhomelike
material. he was detected and wcaried
beyond his usual wont. As he open
ed the door. a prodigal glow of red
hot Goals met his eve in the little CRATE
where the fire was usually boarded
with such Jealous care; the fragrant
odor Of strongly brcwed Bohea-
salutcd his senses; and his mother
was sitting with Joyous face just OPP
posite a bronzed, sailor-like man.
What cheer. my hearty 4 roarcd this
latter parsonage. with a voice as stri-
dent As if II had proceeded forth from
old Boreas's speaking trumpet. Come
here and shake hands with your OIL
uncle Bless hi- heart he, Moray
I all over"
This is Your uncle, Hugh. explained
hls smiling mother-.your uncle that
we thought was shipwrecked OF the
I coast of Madagascar ten good years
ago and he's come home rich. and
were 10 live with him, Hugh; and
you're to be brought up gent'amaH.
and there's no hard work Ia grind us
into the dust. my boy. and
But Mrs. Moray was compelled to
pause here for very lack Of breath.
DO you want TO be rich. iIugh:'
demanded his ncwly-found relation.
holding both III, boys hands in his.
ard looking intently into his eyes.
i want to be n man. uncle-an edu- /.
Gated man : returned the boy, speak 4
lng ont the thought which hal been .
upcrmost in his brain all day
Il like thai " was the weaihcr-bronz-
ed mans only reply. Your son will
do Anne
Hugh Moray sat down and gazcd
into the fire, with his chin supported
upon his hands thinking earnestly:
while his uncle and his mother talked
eagerly over past. present. and future.
How like an Arabian Nights tale il
seemed TO his excited fancy a sudden
influx of wealth 10 lin him out Of the
narrow boundaries Of sor,lid toll. to re-
fine and cultivate his nobler instincts.
TO make n gentleman out Of the poor
hard worked milk-boy, Ard then
came the half vindictive recollection
Of pretty Ida Cornell. with her golden
hair and the scornful glitter Of her
q. .tuo,,e-biur v,v,.
4 wonder what M -ynTu say va =
being my Valentine now Z he thought.
triumphantly.
Like bright. vanishing bubbles on
the surface OF Times ever lowing riy-
! r, the years passed away, ten Of them
and Hugh Moray smiled sometimes
think Of the red-handed little milk-bov,
whose sensitive feelings were 80 sore
" wounded by certain little fairy's
ill-disguised scorn. He had changed
with the changing years into tall
dignitied man, with rayen-black hair,
slightly inclined 10 wave. ewes deep
and black AS midnight pools, aud fca-
lures straight and correctly outlined.
4 years travel had tended TO give
graceful ease To hi, manner; and not
one Of the attributes Of wealth were
wanting to lend polish 10 his life.
This was the Hugh Moray of today
What fun : cried Ida Cornell. dane
ing up down as she tossed an open en-
velope upon the table Mrs. Clifton
-. 81 n. /
Eve party all discngaged and unmar-
ried people and nobody is to know
who else is invited and we're 10 draw
our cavaliers by lot, and be faithful to
them one whole evening. Won't it be
splendid
Jane Cornell, who was still Jane
Cornell, in spite of the false and fair /
Mr. ST. Evers, took up the note rath-
er sourly.
1t will be sure TO be failure. Who |
ever heard of such thing before!
That's because YOU are not invited !
said Ida saucily. Il think it will be glo- !
rious Mrs. Clifton told me last week |
s4&e was TO have quite an importation
Of eiigibles from New York
Eligibles How can You talk such
nonsense
Ida pursed up her ripe cherry of
mouth. roguishly.
tell you what, Jenny she said,
it's high time was on the lookout for
a real. genuine Valentine. Only think
twenty-One last week. and not an cen
gagement ring to my finger
She shot a sideways glance, as she
| spoke, at the mirror beyond, which re-
| turned by no means unflattering tale.
Hair light and FURNISHED as fiossv gold,
eyes full of blue limDid light, velvet
skin, softly tinged with rose, and fig
ure slender and rounded as that Of
I Hebe's self. Yes, Lila Cornell was
beauty, and she knew it.
a Valentine " retorted Jane, rather
acidly. Il think you have forgotten
that YOU are to be'a milk,boys Valen-
tine FL
Ida burst ont laughing snerrily.
Haven't you forgotten that luckless
adventure of my childhodd's days yet /,
But seriously, Jane. ! do believe that
St. Valentines day has always exer-
: cised sort Of fate over me, for l never
have succeeded in winning nice Val.
: entine since. Now, don't be cross, Jane,
that's a dear; but help me with the
: white lace pufiings to my blue silk dress
. or / never shall get them done in time.
Miss Cornell looked quite pretty
!. enough to be appointed lieutenant-gen-
, eral to Cupid that night as she entered
3 Mrs. Clifton's mansion, where the gilt.
ter oflights, and the perfume Of flowers
I and the confused hum of innumerable
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