Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-06-05

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the depths of her tub. There's the
that has health on the brain, now-nC
that their brains is so particus
healthy neither, that know of; BIT
they are always talking about it. Yo
must do this, and you mustn't d
tother, for fear you'll spoil your cor
stitution and all your bylaws. Som
of 'em says it is a sin 70 be sick
Pears TO me, if that's SO, the sicke
you get the wickeder you must be
and dyin' would seem filter TO sen
folks TO the penitentiary than to Hea
ven. 1t makes things look considera
bly, mixed
There's the railroad smash-ups
Polly" suggested Miss Becky, allevi
atingly.
"Humph Well, should think ther
was. But everybody can't expect 4
get killed that way, though the com
panies offer great inducements, nut
tered Miss Polly.
Say, Aunt Polly, can't l sail ship.
in your tub:' interposed small voice
and pair Of blue eyes and head o
tangled yellow curls appeared in tn,
1 doorway.
But Miss Polly was too busy to no
tice even when the little navigator
took silence for consent, and plungeC
| into her rinse water with his treasures
In this general straightening-up of hcl
mental pantry, she had just found an
other article 10 be labeled and pu
away.
"All sorts 10 make a world / should
think so There's them reformin wo
men what 60 about lectufin' and want
in laws fixed, and men 10 give 'cu
their rights. Land sakes why don,
they jest take their rights? If there's
anything they want TO do. and can do,
why don't they stop talkin' and do it !:
who's going to hinder EN-: They're
just like Mrs. Jones when she wsJIs
and swing her work-bag, and flap her
parasol, and cry. Get out, there !
when the critters are SO busy eatln
grass that they never notice her no
way, and she might cross dozen
times If she'd a mind to-
"And me TO ; yes, | think So OBJ
served Miss Becky, counting her
stitches.
but then | don't say some folks
haven't as good right to vote as any
body, and more too, for all know, II
they be women" pursued Miss Polly
frisking around TO the other side o'
her tub. and surveying the suds from
that point. "Puts me clear out o
patience TO hear all this talk about its
spilin' women,-'sif We was lot o
eggs that must be kept cool and moi
shook up much,-and callin' us min
is,erin' angels all the time. Do loot
much ike an angel, Becky Murray !:
The resemblance was not very strik
no as she stood there with her sleeves
rolled up, her bare arms aklmbo, we
check apron pinned about her, and he
nose decorated with streak OF blue
ing. Conscientious Miss Beck survey
ed the stout form rather doubtfuily.
"Well-to be sure. That is, your
as good as the most, Polly-better
most, Polly; but then, there's tn
wings and things; they'd make-wel
/ must say fort considerable dlffei
ence, 1 do s'pose" !" she admitted, hes
tatingiy.
Guess you'll get wings some tim
Aunt Polly. Wish 1 had some now
reflected Billy, with a FLASHING OF h
hands in the water that at once recall
ed Miss Polly to matters terrestrial.
"Mercy what is the young one u
to now! Got my spice box for a boa
> an1 punched hole through the DO
: tom of it. to stick a mast in, as SUI
as | am alive!"
swell, Maggie wouldn't tell me st
: ries, an my tops broke, an l didn
: know nothin' else to do" affirmed BI
e ly, defensively.
"Nothin' else? Well, it's lucky yC
a didn't, for it would like as anyw'
e have been something worse instead
e better. There, there, child~ with
e softening light in her eye for an
2 slant, ..all the splashin' in the wor
: can't make an ocean in a wash-tu
older folks than you have tried it. X
e out in the yard and play, there's
r good boy"
The June sunshine fell soft a
,r bright upon the quaint, homely
,r garden, and Billy was quite reconcil
Ie to his banishment the moment
e caught the rustic OF the lilac leav
Y and met the familiar nodding of
? tall, good-natured sunfowers.
L. seated himself on the grass, dug
bare toes into the warm earth o
~ poppy bed, and leaning his small
be bows upon the patched knees Of
n small trousers, settled his round G
r. between his palms, and dropped int
et fit Of childish meditation. With
nd past to remember, no cares to m
ly, anxious, and small knowledge Of
In sibilities to curb him, his dreams
q, q wild free range; and he had q
al decided where he would 60 when
he came in possession Of his cove
,h- wings, besides selecting O particuls
lis soft, fieecy cloud. in the far-off blue
dy serve for his bed At night, "afteI
JOY got too dark to Ay," when a voice
tn terrupted him.
The "Why don't You play with me, I
on Murray" A little blue dress
led crushed against the fence, q pail
ted tiny hands grasped the pickets,
nd, from under white sun-bOnnet m
in, brown eyes laughed At Billy.