The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1871-12-09

Them was heydeys for Lucy Ellen, and they
might hev Tapped over ter this time if she'd
he'd proper respect for the truth, and not
"a tried to deceive and hoodwink him as was
honest as daylight with her, and would hev
thought all the better of her for being capa-
BILE 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 ma
tur for her ter make believe, and don't know
as she could help it, no more'n she conld
help looking like an apple blossom. Dear.
dear! how everybody was attacking about
what handsome couple they'd be, aud what
a match it was for Lucy Ellen, aud a look.
ing forward to the wedding cake and a-njsn-
ing it all out for her, as folks dol He usad for
bring her books of verses, and read ,em sit
ting on the doorstep at Lucy Ellen's feet. and
she thinking of-goodness knows what, for
DOUBT II she understood a word of 'em,
thonSh sne made believe mighty natural and
pretty; she knew how.
one day when he drove her over to Shop
Vllle, he asked what number of glove she
wore.
The last pair bought" said she, was
SKIES" And so they were. They'd got by
mistake, you see, in among the sevens, and
she'd he'd to sell 'em ter Kitty Haven for half
price. So Mr.. Barrister goes and buys the
handsomest pair of sides, the color of lilock
bushes, and all perfumed up; aud Lucy Ellen
she thanks him in her pretty, innocent way,
aud puts EN- out of sight; and soon as ever
his backs turned, over she skips ter Shop
vile, by herself. and gets a pair of sevens,
and when he comes ter walk ter meeting
with her next Sunday says she, smiling up to
him as sweet as musk:
81 shall never put on my beautiful gloves,
Mr.. Barrister, without thinking of you.''
Il wish they might last forever, then," said
he.
And I'll be bound that Lucy Ellen's heart
gave a thrill of pain and delight, jest as mine
did when her father but there; that's moth
ing to do with Lucy Ellen, only I'll be bound
she thought he was going for ter say some
worth hearing. But he never did say any,
thing higher to it. She's got them lilock six
es hid away among her finery ter this day,
dreadful witnesses of her folly. Perhaps she
keeps 'em as kind of penance, you know
though, goodness knows, she's suffered for
'em. Wa'al, | sometimes think troubles is
sent for advantage, ter learn us things we
wouldn't hev no idee of without 'em. Now
if Lucy Ellen he'd married Mr.. Barrister, and
things he'd gone on smooth. and she'd lived
in grandeur all her days. like as not she'd gone
on deceiving to the end of the chapter, with
out ever seeing the harm or qnite knowing
what she was ADDING of; but one days comes
slong this here disappointment, and sort of
what it's all for, and she goes ter thinking and
rejecting about herself, and the upshOrt is
that Lucy Ellen Marigold isn't the same girl
today as she was the last time she set ewes on
Mr.. Barrister. You see the term OF court
was drawing ter a close, and Mr. Barrister
he was as deep in love as ever when, that last
day, he went over ter Margolds place, round
by Farmer Knowles cider-mil, and up the
lane where the wild roses grew, that led by
Miss Marino1d'c Eitobap 40,
by, natural enough, he looked in, without a
thought of doing anything unhandsome or
unmanly, or peeking where he wasn't want
| ed ter, and there, with her sleeves rolled up
over her white, round arms, with her cheeks
| like twin roses eyes like jewels, stood Lncy
Ellen, ironing away the weeks washing for
| dear life, and humming a love song. Of
course she didn't see him though he stood
stock still for full minute drinking in the
loveliness and the dizziness of her. Then he
walked round to the foredoor and pulled the
bell. There was some delay in answering of
the door, and then Miss Marigold herself op-
ened it, smiling like summer
wouldn't Mr.. Barrister walk in? so clad
to see him.
Mr.. Barrister went in, heart as light as
feather, and his mind made up, don't doubt,
ter ask Miss Lucy ter be hisn.
''Can see Miss Lucy ?" said he.
"AhemV' said she, a coloring and clearing
her throat; Lucy Ellen will be in presently,
guess; she stepped out awhile ago to make
call up to Square Tendom's Pm expecting
her back any moment
Can't you see the poor young mans face
at such wonderful news, the eyes big with as
constituent and pain? wonder which he be-
heved at that fust moment, his own ears or
his own eyes?
Miss Lucy has .gone out has she ?'' he
said, taking up his hat and looking queer.
Yes. Oh, don't be thinking of going, Mr..
barrlster; she left word that she'd be back in
a ]lffy (pushing open the blind), and was ter
Keep who called. There, do believe she's
coming now; but she'll be back afore long.
depend on t." And then she fell ter telling
MN big stories about the marshes and the
swamps, and pot of gold that was said ter
De oa y s: on the place, nobody knew where,
and 1t didn't matter; and Mr.. Barrister lust
answered No and Yes and 'Ah' without
hearing word of it all, till Miss Marigold be-
gan for ter think him the miserablest compa-
ny In the world, when, by-and-by the fore
door opened, and in came my lady, Lucy FL
len, flushed and beaming, dressed in her good
clothes, with her sunshade and violet gloves.
oh, Mr.. Barrister," she cried, have YOU
been here long? How glad L am ter see
yer!' And then she stopped and changed col
or at the strange, strange look in her lovers
eyes-or the eyes that he'd been her lovers
an hour ago-which he'd took on a terrible
Sadness. e
81 am going away" said he then. IT wish
ter bid you good-by and ter thank you for
for much pleasure and many-many hospi-
talities''
But you will come this way ag'in and
come ter see us?'' said Lucy Ellen, lighting
up, thinking he only wanted a little encour-
agement, I'VE hev not lost you altogether?"
mo, Miss Lucy, 1 shall never come this
way ag'in. You heo lost me altogether. if
that is anything; and II hev lost more than
any one; hev lost my faith in womanhood.''
And then he took his hat ag'in and let him
self out, and they never set eyes on him
again: And them's jest the reasons why Lu-
cy Ellen Marigold never got married.