Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1869-11-04

NJ NC cApicsscu ~, wing out the
poetic figure in which he spoke of him
so.f, in his bachelor life, AS bird on
..e "iug.
But unfortunately, ladies were not
fascinated by Daniel 'IIe wa. we'll
enough they said; but they all waited
TO let wei! enough alone and besides.
he really couldn't afford TO light the
hymcneal torch now. with fuel so dear.
and such a tax on matches 1t is a
melancholy fact that Daniels very
susceptibility had been the cause ofhis
poverty. 1t must be confessed that
his irascibie old father had never be-
iieved IN loyc-or, II he ever had, Dan
icls mother had shaken his faith-and
he had no patience with his sons in
durable heartburn. But his raillerv.
'colding. downright anger were alike
IN vain. Daniel wrote love sonnets
Under his very fathers eyes, and drain
al his own purse in paying the travel
ling expenses of his marriage propos
ais, with perslstcncv which is beyond
all praise, when we consider the dis
lcartening rcfusals which never failed
10 come by return mail
This state of affairs conld not last
always. As Daniel grew softer. his
.itucf grew harder. till one fatal night.
eNasperated beyond measure al the
then object of his sons affection "a
country millincr who couldn't make
brcad-hc willcd his snug little farm to
a widowed sister. yowinr that not a
cent of his property should bc used f,r
the support of THAT doll with bows III
hcr bonnet Ii WAS harrh and cruel
act; bat the old man was rendered
spiteful 10y week of slccple-s nights.
IN which Daniel had given vent 10 his
tumultuous emotions in practising
Ossian's >crena,lc," and The Lone,
Starry Hours" on a cracked flute
Soon after Daniel was disinheritei
the mIlliner discovered that "shc had
not known her own mind" and. the
month { lowing Mr.. kllgore paid his
last remaining obIiga,ion-ihc debt oi
Misunderstanding his only son bruised in
heart and bereft of fortune For 4 few
DAYS Daniels flute wallet forth the
most doleful tunes, among which could
bc distinguished, "I'll hang my harp
on the willow tree, and. "As on some
lonely buildings top but gradually
II glIded into weller airs, till finally.
taking up the ecstatic culogy of squire
Jones's Daughter" il thus proclaimed
its owners restoration To his usual
health and spirits.
Then. hearing that work was plenty
here, Daniel came 10 Quigsby. aud thus
Mrs. Mosely secured gardener, and
the village clocks = regulator for,
being gifted with ingenuity. Daniel. on
rainy days, picked up nn occasional
sixpence in putting broken jeweIry 10
order, or in rcpalrin. old umbrellas.
SO II fell out that evening that he
Was seated on the porch step At Mis-,
Patience's feet. mending her large
square breast-pin (Which .ooked like All
old-fashsoned tombstoncl, while size
solemnlv knitted away at a black stock
ing.
You broke this kind of curious, re-
marked Daniel, polishing the Inonu-
mental slab on the cuff of his lefl sleeve.
Il didn't break it." sighed Mss
Patience, a, If il were regret 10 her
Nv hen was stopping At Widow
Gctchclls > her grandchiid was possess
Ell 10 play with that pm, and when |
having one Of my sinking spells he got
1t and pounded it With n tiatlron.
~ ldow Gctchell. at Shy Corner
Why, she's my auLt, and she's living
on my fathers farm. Do YOU know
herr.
jus, AS well as do Mrs Mosely,'
said Miss raticne. I've just been
making her q little visit. She hadn't
fairly got settled after moving, 50 |
took right hold and helped her, and
remember | brought on that spell by
looking over her wool ami sorting her
paper rags. She felt awiully about my
PIN. and brought along this yarn IN
knitting, and would make me take it
II want 10 know Y said Daniel. who
always adopted either the nterrogative
or explanatory style in conversation.
Yes, your aunt is al awful kind
woman pursued Miss Patience, paus
ing at the seam-needlc. Il know when
felt little better, and begun 10 wind
the yarn on an old letter got out of
the rags, she took the ball, and ,could
finish it for me. because | looked just
gone. she said"
Daniel was SO touched by his aunt's
kindness that he pressed the melancholy
brooch into Miss Hitchus's hand, beg
ging her mot 10 mention the trouble"
This was the first of many happy
evenings spent by him on the old porch
at Miss Patience's feet. Never before
we're Mrs Mosely's tools in so fine
a condition for in the twilight Of Miss
Patience's smile the jovial Daniel fit
ted rake-teeth and whitfield hoe hand
les with astonishing ardor AS the dews
grew heavy. and the bats were fitting.
he would possess himself of the gradu-
ally diminishing black ball. and slowly
unwiad it. while Miss Patience, guard
ed from tine dampness by heavy
shawl, as slowly knit.
For Daniel was in love again, and
he knew it. He had often had the
sensation before, and was used to it.
and vet each time it thrilled him with
fresh rapture. There seemed to be an
Artesian well of hope in his breast,
which protected his spirit from
drought; and in spite Of his numerous
reflections. he was firm in the faith that
his gushing affection would soon find
a return. And why not in Miss Pa
tience? Was she not ''lone woman"
timid and feeble, needing masculine
support; But. alas 3! this very reason
ing made him pause for how could he
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