Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1870-10-06
Misecllan
Wounded

Down To the banks of the Thames
slopes tie lawn at Woodlands Of the
residence Of Mrs. Christopher Lane.
widow; ami beneath the shady lines.
on what is termed the ..croauet
ground. far enough away from ger
aneum and verbena beds not TO do
misc chief TO them, stood a party Of four,
mallet IN hand. and on a certain sum-
ner evening not long ago.
We'll. said Carry Lane, we had bet
ter make haste and choose sides. or we
shall not have time for another game
before We are benighted. Remember
the evenings are shorter than they
were month ago.
W ith clever stroke OF her mal,et,
Garry sent her croquet ball bounding
To the spot where Mr.. Hale, the curate.
stood talking with Major Warder. Of
1.-THE Blues. and Miss Holroyd. who
Ike himself. were guests at Woodlands
for the evening.
lie gave brisk jump Is the ball
came with full force against his ankle,
looking around hastily at the pretty
culprit, who laughed quietly beneath
the shade OF her dainty little hat and
plume, her bright young face radiant
with bloom and happiness.
You're hard enemy, Miss Carry"
he said, coming toward her. so X we
are TO choose sides, shall have you
on mine
Very WELL said Garry, no way dis
pleased. Let Us BEGIN at once. Come
Clare and Major Warder."
SO the battle began in real earnest
Glare Holroyd and the Major on one
side, Garry Lane and the curate on the
other. Report said this young curate
of Thamestown who was courting pret-
ty Carry Lane. Perhaps he was /; at all
events Garry knew best, and no one
had amy right to set reports going until
they were confirmed. But if it was
true, then we can only say the curate
was man Of good taste, and he might
have gone very far before he would
have found prettier wife or warmer
heart than this little Garry Lanes.
The other girl formed quite con-
trast to her. Garry was all brilliance
and color, with richly tinted cheeks,
sparkling roguish eyes, and Jet black
locks; but Clare Holroyd was fair
wonderfully pale and fair it was only
now and then that a faint, soft tintage
OF color would come into her cheeks.
and tighten up her deep gray ewes.
Her hair was very beautiful-it formed
quite glory around her pale face
such real, bright, waving, gold-colored
hair. A little. rare smile would some
times part the delicately-curve lips,
and linger there awhile, and then Won
would call Clare Holroyd very lovely.
She was tall and slender, and on this
evening her dress was all white. Carry
Lane had placed bit of bright scarlet
! geraneum in the hair which formed
quite fitting contrast.
Carry had been telling the curate all
about Clare Holroyd, for that young
lady had only recently arrived on .
visit to some friends at Thamestowu.
and was not known in the neighbor-
hood. She had just passed through a
season at London where Garry said
she was 'raved about People called
her flIrt, but Carry couldn't see it,
unless that careless, half-absent way
in which she allowed the assiduous
Major to arrange her croquet ball,
watching him with look OF calm in
difference in her beautiful eyes, and
sometimes that rare, sweet smile on
her lips might be called flirting.
The Major was . sincere admirer OF
Miss Holroyd's, but Garry denied there
being anything in it,
The clrate shook his bead. and
wasn't sure but what there might be.
The game pDceeded very slowly.
owing to the repeated 'bad-strokes,' on
the part of tie Major, and . slight