Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-10-24

! walked along. Il dare say it's to hi:
fathers pretty ward, Clara Maitland
wnom | saw when | spent the da,
there, eleven years ago. | remember
what long curls she had am how fond
she seemed of him. Yes. dare say
it's TO Clara. hope. though. she
hasn't grown up into one of those deli.
cate Young ladies. good for nothing
but TO display the latest fashions. and
waltz little. and torture the piano.
Better some rosy, sturdy German
Gretchen than poor doll like them.
II would be a shame for Tom. witlr his
splendid physique and vigorous brain.
TO be tied for life TO such a woman y
And then, turning down School street.
my thoughts wandered OIL 10 blue
eyed girl had loved for many a year
"A girl who was not satisfied with the
small triumphs of the croquet-ground,
but who could send an arrow straight
home 10 the mark and climb the hills
with the. her step light and free As the
/ dcer's in the glade below and mold a
steady oar in our boat on the river ::
ana swim ashore, If need be ; and then.
when walk or row was over. who could
slt down 10 lunch of cold meat and
Observation-Disclosures with an appetite keen
/ rs a young Indian after days hunt
1 yes, and who knew how 10 be efficient
\ IN the kitchen, and the rarest orna-
ment of the parIor How impatient
was TO see her. the bewitching maiden
whom prince might have been proud
TO marry. And again | said TO my
self. A. | went UP the Park House
steps; Il do hope Tom hasn't made
a fool of HIMSELF
-Four O'Clock found me at the station
and moment later in walked Tom.
carrying basket filled with Jersey
peaches. They don't grow in Green
land, said he. tucking the paper down
over the fruit. Come this way. | fol-
lowed him. and We had just seated our.
selves comfortably in the car when the
tram moved oil.
Now for the story, Tom, said | a
we crossed the bridge and caught the
breeze cool from the sea. But can
guess beforehand the girl yon ",o~r;o.l
OLA. -,..litlatu.
\ shadow passed over Toms face
Clara has been dead four years. said
he. She inherited consumption from
her mother. We all did everything
for her-took her 10 Minnesota and
Florida; ; but it was no use She didn't
live to see her eighteenth birthday
Poor Clara She loved you dearly.
TGen suppose you chose some Boston
/ girl of your acquaintance:'
Jack, you couldn't tell who Mrs.
\ Tom Foster was if you should try from
now till morning. l shall have to en-.
Tighten you, and, moving the basket
70 one side and settling himself in his
seat, he went on: You know | have
the misfortune TO be an only child.
After | was twenty-one, father and
mother began to talk about my marry
ing. have plenty of cousins you
know, and we always had young ladies'
going in and out of the house but
while Clara lived she was company for
me, and after she died | was full of
business, and didn't trouble myself
about matrimony. / tell the truth
Jack. didn't fancy the girls. Per-
haps Twas unfortunate in my acquaint-
ances but they seemed TO me all curls
and iiounces and furbelows, an |
would as soon have thought of marry
ing a fashion-plate as one of these
elaborate creatures. | don't object to
style; like it. But YOU can see fine
gowns and bonnets any day in the
Washington street windows ; and my
ideal of woman was one whose dress
is her least attraction
DO you recollect fathers former
partner. Adam Lane: He's a clever
old gentleman and millionaire. and
father has the greatest liking and re-
spect for him. He has two daughters
one married years ago; and the
other, much younger. father fixed upon
as desirable wife for me. | rather
think the two families had talked it
over together; at any rate, Miss
Matilda came to Greenland for long
summer visit. She is an amiable girl
but so petted and SPOILED that's sh.
good for nothing-undevelop ir
mind and body. She looked very ga,
in the evenings. attired in the lates
importations. But shs. was alway'
late at breakfast she didn't dare tc
ride horseback she couldn't take &
: walk without stopping to rest on ever,
stone and once, when / asked her i
she had read the account of the battl,
! of Sedan, she looked up in her childisl
way, and said: No, Mr.. Foster
Newspapers are so tiresome.' Bles
| me! what should have done witt
e such a babys'
| "A year ago this summer was yer
; much confined at the store and, whe
t August came. instead OF spending th'
D whole month at home. thought
would have little change. and SO
; went down for fortnight to the eli