Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-09-29

for stretching of the stocking out of all
kind of shape, so you'd hardly hev knowd
what it was in the first place, and, of
course, Lucy Ellen got ter be a chip of the
old block. When she and her mother'd
got up their bonnets all by themselves,
they'd make folks think they brought 'em
over to Shopville, and all that sort of de-
celt. They used ter make as though they
he'd plum cake for tea regular, and dam
son preserves was as common as dirt, end
green tea was drug, and loaf sugar no
great shakes. But, gracious, you couldn't
hev got the young fellows ter believe a
a word of it ag'in Lucy Ellen; she'd just
bewitch 'em out of ther senses with her
crown eyes and her bushes, and her airs
| and graces; they'd "a kissed the ground
she walked on. but she Jest amused her
self, and then flung 'em over, as her
mother'd did afore her. And she was
pretty piece, for all her silly notions; for,
you see, she looked sight higher than any
OF the neighbors' sons. Bless you, I
doubt ii there was match to please her
in all the country round, she he'd sech
mind ter be Il fine lady, and not bring the
water to wash her hands; she thought it
was downright vulgar ter work for your
living, or ter be seen doing it; and you
might know when the Marigolds was
house-cleaning, for there wasn't blind
left open; and washing days you might
have pulled at the bell till you was blue
afore you'd raised anybody, and they hung
their clothes in the attic.
But one day she got her come-up-ance.
You see, every spring the court comes
down here, and heap of lawyers along
with it-fine looking gentlemen with kid
gloves on their hands and a lot of notions
in their heads, and bags full of papers and
things. Wa'al, one morning there comes
a young Mr.. Barrister along with them,
as handsome as n pictur, and with man.
ners like silk, and any number of cases ter
look ter. The moment he clapped his eyes
on Lucy Ellen he was lost man. Law
sakes, the pains he took to get introduced
to her. heered tell as how he lost several
cases that term, and his clients We're
mighty cut up. But Lucy Ellen, she al
ways seemed to 60 on the principal that
the more bother she put a fellow ter the
better he'd like her for it; and guess she
had the right of it. So she hung back like
sixty, and jest tirted with him all across
the courtroom, and on the street with her
eyes, till hy-and-bye he cornered her one
day and got downright acquainted. Itwas
along of her being run away with by
young Reubin Fleets pony. You see he
was taking her out to drive, and Jest got
out to the post office for half minute,
when, whisk! off went the pony like mad.
Mr.. Barrister, he was Jest a coming out of
the court house with witness, and he
seed his chance, and event for that heath
en- Chineeh OF pony, and stopped him
jest as Lucy Ellen was on the pint of los
ing her senses and being throwed out of
the carriage. Wa'al, of course after that
they couldn't stand on ceremony no more;
he'd saved her life and sprained his own
arm, and nothing ter do but he must come
up ter Pa Marigold's, and be made much
Of, and Lucy Ellen bound up his arm in
cold baths as tender as sweetheart; and
every day he had to go and report himself
till the arm got all right. And then, after
they'd got him into training, he went OF
his own will, jest like a piece of machine
ry that had once got impetuous. He used
to slip out of court between the calling of
his cases, and slide over ter Marigold's
place, and have a chat along with Lucy
Ellen in the best parlOr that always made
you sneeze ter go into it. or out in the
porch, where she was mostly sitting, sew
ing like a lady in her muslin gowns and
curls and necklaces and what nots that the
other young fellows had given her. Oh,
l tell you, he was that much in love with
her that the Marigolds thought it was sure
thing-though he'd never said nothing in
particular; and heered tell as how Miss
Marigold had begun to stone the raisens
for the wedding cake, and looked at Swiss
muslins and delusion lace over to Shopville.
But there's many hole in the skinner,
and one of them was big enough for Lucy
Ellen's beau to slip through. 1t was
enough ter make your heart big with envy
I'D -t, .~fs,. al.
blush in your cheek and fortune in your
eyes, to see her and Mr.. Barrister togeth-
er, "a walking to meeting, and lettering
along the way, and hanging over the gate
in the twilights, and sailing of sunset
on the river. Wa'al we can't be young
but onst. How he used to look at her with
his soul in them great eyes of his n, and
every word she said was law and gospel
to his ears. Them was haydays for Lucy
Ellen, and they might have Tapped over
to this time if she I'd proper respect
for the truth, and not tried to de-
ceive and hoodwink him as was honest as
daylight with her, and would have thought
all the better of her for being capable and
doing her duty. But there, it was the
way she was brought up; "as the twig
is bent the trees inclined" 1t was second
natur for her ter make believe, and don't
know as she could help 1t, no MORN she
could help looking like an apple blossom.
Dear. dear! how everybody was talking
about what a handsome couple they'd be,
and what match it was for Lucy Ellen,
and a looking forward to the wedding fix
ings, and ter dream on the wedding cake,
and planning it all out fer her as folks do
He used to bring her books of verses, and
read 'em sitting on the doorstep at Lucy
Ellen's feet, and she thinking of-goodness
knows what, for doubt if She understood
a word of 'em, though she made believe
mighty natural and pretty; she knew how.
One day when he drove her over to
Shopville, he asked her what number OF
+ glove she wore.
1.-The last pair bought, said she, '.was
sixes.n And so they were. They'd got
= by mistake. you see, in among the sevens,
and She had TO sell 'em to Hitty Haven for
!, helf price. So Mr.. Barrister goes and
i huys tbe bandsomest pair of sixes the