Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-07-04
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HN'fLEA>oK kIEk-
What are YOU up To Liz: and Die
Saunders, the tin pcddler, stalked int
the large. well-ordered country kitchen,
and with only this salutation, drew on
his gtey yarn mittcn,, and proceeded to
warm his almost benumbed finger, by
the roaring fire that sputtcred aud crack
led under LIS large boiler of clothes.
.Im up TO nv eyes in the wash-tub,'
replied the individual thus addressed,
not over politely.
That's what was thinking, saidhc
The boiler holds out goo don't il now: !:
The last time il sot 10 leaking, thought
il was all day with the patriarch-but-
tered III didn't. Ao wonder that folks
blow on my ware
Il was telling Miss Avery the other
day interrupted Liz, that when shc
wanted any more tin things | hoped
she'd send to town after EN-. Your
staff has listened to your CAB and brag
80 long, thIt somehow it, got IA bad ed
dication. Now them pans never bchav
ed like the pans Tim Buck used to bring
round. They're ALWAYS a bendin. and
springiug leak. TO speak little
palmer, am always ateared to trust
'em especially when its unusually i'm
portant that they should holu in
What III nature are Won driving at +,
Liz" inquired poor Dick, genuine
look of wonder oyerspreading his face.
But before his companion could have
time to reply, the door Of the sitting
room softly opened, and Young lady
apparently very deep in thought, aud
very much troubled in spirit for her
ewes were red, and heavy with weeping
appeared on the lhres hold
what j. it, Flory!' said Liz, scoop
ing the white suds from her strong, red
arms, and with such a little thrill OF ten.
derness in her voice that the peddlcr in
voluntarily turned to see what il could
mean, and then remembering his man
ners, said. hastily,
Good morning, Miss Avery! Hope
| you're WELL
The young lady gave little start oi
surprise, and then recovering herself,
| said, with considerable ANNOYANCE i'm
her tone,
I'm quite well, thank you, Dick.
thought YOU were alone, Liz and i'm.
mediately left the kitchen.
Now, what's the matter with her?
inquired the tin merchant. .Golly
amt she been bawling though. tell yt
what Ills Liz, if feller wants to know
the secrets of families, all he's got to dc
is to turn lin peddler'
And lie added Liz, punching In,
clothes in the boiler with such force as
to send the scalding suds in Dicks i'm
mediate neighborhood, causing said gen
tleman to change his quarters withou
loss OF time.
Say, now, wha is il that ails the gall
Liz? / won't say word about it to no
body. Ii do, shoot mel
How long did you say you'd beef
travelling round this country?' asked
Liz, with a comical twinkle of her com
ical eyes.
Nigh about twelve years. WhyT
Because it seems to me, pretty nea
time that you should learnt that win
men folks is wiInmen folks; and whe
you'll find me woman that don't hav
her crying spells, Ill find you tin ped
dler that minds his own business
Thanks, marm,' replied Dick, dryly
Have a queer sort of an idee, somehow
that last remark is intended for me. A
day, Liz! Hope the next time roun
You'll be better-natured.'
Not q word answered Liz. The pee
dler jumped into lis cart and drOv
away; and in and out of the suds wei
those stalwart arms, the muscular All
ungainly form keeping time to the Quic
and defiant musio Of the rubbing boar