Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1872-01-11
miscellaneous.
Blighted by q Water Butt.
BN LIrCHFiELD MosEIY.

on pleasant autumnal evening. not
many wears ago, two personagcs might
have been observed sitting in two back
gardens in ST. Benedict's road High
bury, and separated only by a brick
wall
One was a female, young, fair. and
OF prepossess;ng appearance the 9TH
er male also young, but short. stout,
stub-nosed, insignificant and unprc-
possessing.
The name of the lady was Amelia
amelia Chuttney. only daughter of a
retired major IN the Indian army that
of the gentleman was Digby Chick,
has position beiug that OF copying clerk
IN solicitors Office in Throgmorion
Street City.
Had any casual observer been glanc-
ing into those gardens at the moment
the narrative begins, they would have
seen Mr.. Chick busily engaged in
propping q square box against the wall
which separated his own from the other
garden. That done, he mounted
cautiously, as il to try his weight. and
finding the arrangement strong and
perfectly satisfactory. he dismoun,ed,
and producing n pocket comb. pro-
ceeded 10 titrivate his hair AFTER the
fashion of sundry small and fussv gen
uemen who are anxious that their
appearance should create an impress
sion. That done. Mr.. Chick again
mounted the box, and holding on 10
the wall with both hands, proceeded
10 gaze into his neighbor's garden. At
this juncture. however, his frail sup
port gave way suddenly. bringing his
chin into such smart contact with the
wall as TO Craze It severely and make
his eyes water by reason of the force
Of the concussion.
But Mr.. Chick was of persevering
nature, and one not easily damped by
reverses and so, without more ado, he
quietly rc-erected his platform. and
again looked over the wall at his fair
neighbor who was engaged with
book. and either did not, or would not,
appear 10 see him.
'Ha, hum, y coughed Mr.. Chick.
There being no notice taken of this
salutation. after few moments Mr..
Chick repeated his cough in a louder
key.
This time the young lady looked up
from her book, in the direction of the
| sound.
Good evening, miss said Digby.
Good evening. Mr.. Chick
is papa out or at home. miss 2
asked Digby.
Hes asleep in the back parlor. I'll
go and wake him if you wish to speak
to him. returned the young lady, ris-
ing.
Pray don't think of such thing,
miss-it aint him l wish TO speak TO,
it's YOU
.Me-Mr. Chick
You, Miss Chuttney. Don't wake
your papa on any account-prav don't.
He's a most estimablc gentleman, l
am well aware but perhaps he might
object TO my climbing up the wall, and
looking over into his garden. and
talking to you, miss.
Il think it is not improbable. Mr.
Chick
And think it extremely probable.
Oh, Mss Chuttney, it may perhaps be
presumptive of me TO say SO, but
probably you are aware Of the fact
that l adore you.
Sir
Don't speak to me like that, miss.
It's quite true, | can assure you. My
position at present is a humble one,
but my prospects are good. Ihave
expectations. great expectations, from
An old aunt of mine in the country
extremely elderly person, nearly a
hundred now but the longest lane has
turning, and she can't live forever,
you know
Sir
Don't say Sir to me in that tone, if
you please, Miss Chuttney; call me
anything but Sir
What will you have me call you
Call me Digby, if you like
But don't like, and therefore l
shall do nothing Of the Sort
oh, Miss Chuttney, am not natu-
rally of a mercenary disposition-quite
the contrary, l assure you; but l can
not offer you my heart and hand with
eighteen shillings a week in it, and
nothing in perspective; that is the
sole reason why l alluded to my
venerable aunt. By the by, miss, ain,
aunts with q little money fine institu-
tons?
Mr.. Chick, you will oblige me BY
getting down from that wall, and leav'
ing of your absurd conversation
absurd conversation Is Love a1
absurdity!'
1T is in some instances, especially
when We conceive q passion for wha1
can never be ours.