Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1870-10-20

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didn't notice that Herbert Seeley hand
cd note to Minnie Yesterday even.
ingT
No, indeed Did her And watch
ed them all the evening! You have
eyes like lynx, Helen /!
Il owe this discovery quite as mnch
70 NV ears ~ to my eyes. When little
Seeley took my sisters hand 1t part
ing, l noticed that he gave her very
significant look, and as her hand fell
among the folds or her dress, heard
something rustic family. like . pa,ser,
arose softly, and having listened at
her door. TO make sure that she wac
soundly sleeping, stole in and looked
about for the note, which, by piec.
Of good luck hardly expected,
found on her bureau, and read without
any trouble. the gas not being out.
but only turned down. 1t seemed q
dishonorable thing TO do; but better
that thae TO lose my Minnie. Dear
little thing sleeping SO soundly, her
rosy lips parted, and her long golden
ringlets falling about her shoulders
But the note: the note*
1t contained only these words, as
nearly as l can remember; Meet me,
my beAuteous one. tomorrow night, at
half-past. in the little summer-house
A carriage will await us ut short dis
tancc. Fail the not, thou precious an
gel, nor fear TO trust thy self to one who
would die for thee. Forever thiae,
Herbert.
oh, the little imbeciles So it is as
! predicted and now what are you
going To do!'
Exactly what ! told you-elope
with the youth, myself.
How can you jest so: a few days
ago you told me it was no laughing
matter. Is it any less now: Yet there
you sit, looking as if il were a capital
joke
4 AIN not jesting, Annie, aud you
needn't proceed to turn up the whites
Of your eyes, and look sanctilnonious,
for the cause Of my high spirits is
simply the thought that I've found 4
way out Of this diiiiculty-at least for
the presen. perhaps forever, who
knows: thought it all over last night,
when you were fast asleep, you lazy
thing. | shall elope in Minnies place
Helen Chapman
Annie Graham
You'll never astonish me again, as
long IS you live, by anything you may
say or do. Well, let US hear how thi.
pretty little rnAn9uvrc is TO be accom-
plished.'
sRut fi-st ."ey ~~~.~ -r>.. ,~ui
little assistance
Did ever in my life refuse it when
you asked it, adventurous g,rl.'
Very good here, then, is the pro-
grsmme.'
A long and mysterious conversation
followed, and the climbing roses that
enwrcathed the little summer-h0use.
peeped in at the young conspirators,
aud, stirred by the June breezes. seem
ed to whisper to each other and nod
their bright faces in approval. As the
clock struck nine that evening, warm.
soft rain was falling, and the night air
was heavy and odorous. The two
friends sat in the parlor gaily chatting
together, while Minnie, silent and i'll
At ease. restlesslv watched the hands
Of the clock in their slow march, and
started At every sound. After q short
time, Helen turned, affecting q yawn,
and asked her sister to step into the
diniag-roOm, and bring some ice-water.
The instant she disappeared, Helen ran
" the clock and set it back ten min
utes.
so far SO good said Annie, but
don't you begin to be afraid, as the
time approaches!'
Afraid Of that little bit Of pink and
white candy
But if we fail y said Annie, uncon.
sciously quoting Macbeth.
we fail ! exclaimed Helen, striking
an attitude Still, Pm free to con.
fess' that begin 10 experience . rather
fuitery sensation in the region Of my
heart. Hush here she comes. Thank
you, Minnie dear /: this is quite refresh
ing. Heigh. ho! What does make me
50 sleepy tonight! It's only q little
after nine. Well, nevertheless, il you'll
excuse me. Annie, believe I'll say
goodnight. Minnie shall entertain
you BY playing that pretty overture to
lie Premier Jour de BoDheur.' And
Helen tripped up stairs. humming gai-
ly, while her sister glancing once more
at the clock, shrugged her plump
shoulders impatinetly, aud seated her
self At the piano.
Helen's song died away as she reach
ed her room, and hastily letting her
long hair fall down her shoulder, in
imitation of her sister, she threw .
veil over her face, wrapped herself in
q waterproof cloak, and softly stole
down tho back stairs and out in the
rain and darkness.
1t may be safely affirmed that Min.
ME Chapman had never before played
the overture to lie Premier Jour Bon
heur' 20 wretchedly as upon this par
ticular occasion. As she rose from
the piano the clock pointed to twenty.
five minutes past nine. Hurriedly
murmuring something about leaving
her crochet in the library, she was
about to leave tie room. when . sud'
den cry Of pain, from Annie, arrested
her. What is the matterT she In
Quired. looking back.
oh, my eye 7 moaned Annie, will
An expreasioa VI extrene anguish. 'Oi
dear, what shall doY
Have you got something in youI
eye! asked Minnie. iEreeolate whether
tn 60 on or linger 10 momant 70 helE