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

why, cant see anything at ALL
cried she, after moments careful ex-
animation. How very strange
1t ,cds exceedingly strange,
Cant you!" groaned Annie.
''Oh h!-I'll turn the gas q little
higher. There I've turned it out !"
'Pshaw' where are the matches 2
asked Annie, cropping impatiently
about in the darkness.
They Ters on the table, replied her
companion. deity removing the safe
to the mantlepiece.'
But there not here now. Oh dear.
and haven't time to- mean where
can they be? There. I've tripped
over that vase Of flowers, and the wa !.
ter'll be all over everything. How
provoking I'll wipe it up with my
handkerchief. Mop, mop, mop. Do
hunt for those matches, Annie
4 am. What's the great hurry, Id
like TO know Never mind; Ill
run into the library and get some !;
the gas is lit there
No. here they are now. I've found
them at last-on the corner Of the
mantel. Take one
SO saying Annie handed the unsus
pected little maiden match of which
she had previously moistened the light
ing end in her mouth.
Scratch, scratch, scratch! why,
it won't light (Sc-atch. scratch,
scratch y 1t must be bad one
Here's another. said Annie, repeat
ing her performance. Oh nv poor
eye. and she shook convulsivelv-
with pain. perhaps.
Renewed scratching, as inefectu.
al as before. Minnie's patience was
entirely exhausted.
III tell you what, Annie YOU just
run up stairs and get Helen to exam
inc Your eye, for remember having
left book out in the summer-house
this morning. and this pouring rain
will completely ruin it,
With these words poor Minnie fair
ly bolted from the room, overturning
chair or two in her progress. and An
instant after was heard rushing down
the garden steps.
Annie lighted the gas. aud dernurely
set tile clock forward again. Twenty
minutes Of ten. That will do very
WELL said she.
Although Helen had
anticipated the appointed time. By
few minutes, she was received with
warm embrace on entering the summer
house and a thin piping voice exclaim-
ed. r2pturously. Sweet angel.
know thou wist not with what i'm
patience my heart was beating. All,
J cannot believe INV happiness! Speak
10 me, ucarcs,-tcfl me once more -
Haste, oh haste away, dear Herbert.
lest we may be discovered interrupt
ed the supposed Minnie, in an agi,ated
whisper. We must not lose a moment
or all will be lost
Thou art right, beloved! This way
the carriage waits
And they hurried down the garden
path. and out the gate, on very undig-
niiied and unromantic trot. Another
moment and they were seated in Il
close carriage. rapidly driven through
the rain and darkness.
Delightful situation said Helen to
herself resignedly.
Ny queen! my fairy art thou my
own at las" " inquired Mr.. Seeley. with
what the French cali etasion.
on, Herbert. I'm SO frightened =
whispered the Fairy, burying her face
in a disagreeably wet overcoat, in or
der to escape more disagreeable
shower Of kisses.
Fear not, l will protect thee! feel
that ! have the strength Of a lion = re.
spon1ed the small voice of the infatu.
atei youth.
Splash, splash went the horses feet
through the mud, and the rain pattered
steadily on the carriage top.
Il wonder where on earth We are 90
ing| said Helen to herself, and after a
moments silence, dear Herbert, when
shall We get there? she whispered
for she dared not speak aloud lest her
voice should betray her.
In about an hour, my own sweet
love. Pearville is nearly five miles
from town, is it not! 1t will be as we
arranged, when first gained thy con-
sent; the minister is TO await us at the
village hotel, At half past ten, and then
u few moments we shall be man and
wife! All, canst thou realize, my
precious oue:'
The precious one" thought she
couldn't, but contented herself by re-
marking, 'oh, what will my sister
say!'
Thy sister is q prude. She has a
cold and stony heart, that knowest not
the soft power Of love. Herself un-
yielding to its rosy touch, she would
have others SO as we'll. The sweet
blossom Of the spring, and the chilling
snow wreath of winter, are not more
unlike than are in heart thy sister and
thyself. Thou art
=. A shadow Of some golden dream; y Splendor
Leaving the third sphere piiOtiess; . tender
ReoecsiOa On the eternal Noon Of Love
Under wh0se motions Lifes dull bilows move;
Metaphor OF Spring and Youth and Aornins !"
Here poor Helen was obliged to take
refuge again in the overcoat.
'Ah, do not shun my kisses, timid
bird" demonstrated the unsuspecting
youth. Hide not thy lovely face upon
my breast but raise those beauteous
orbs to mine. True, the darkness wells
them from my sight, yet l feel their
giances burning in my very soul =
4 wish they'd dry his clothes on the
way; the oder Of . wet coat is un-