Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-07-17
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Addie and Charley Hale! and wher e.
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1--WE are here, Mrs. Child" sal
Addie Vose's pleasant voice, from
little way down the bank, where sh
was sitting with her lover. "We cam
little further to see the sunset bet
ter"
''But where's Jim?"
"He's down there on the beach with
Molly"
'Jim y shouted his father.
"Ahoy - came the answer.
Come up; we are going to sing"
With infinite satisfaction Aunt Mary
watched the distant bundle unroll
restore itself into its component parts
and approach. jim and Molly cam.
walking slowly, and carrying tn,
shawl
What made YOU pick out such q
damp corner TO sit IMP asked the in
convenient little Tom.
"Well, l don't know" answered Jim
innocently. "Molly chose it. 1t was
dampish, though"
At which speech Aunt Mary Rugged
herself.
Everybody sang that night-Jim in
hearty base, his friend Charley Grey,
in tenor, Squire Vosc with well.inten.
toned tones which resembled nothing
80 much as the squeaking of a rusty
hinge, the girls in silvery treble
everybody but Molly Pomfret. Molly
was little put out. Two is company
more is trumpery," was emphatical.
ly her motto, and she BY no means
relished the interruption Of the tete-d-
to beneath the blanket shawl. Aunt
Mary noted the vcxation in her face,
and hugged herself again.
That's right, dear" she thought.
go on just SO. Give Jim taste of
the pleasant look that will await your
husband whenever anything crosses
your fancy. It's very good lesson
for him, and l hope he's taking no.
tice."
SO, by way Of making sure he
should, she leaned forward, and said
pleasantly, whats the matter, Molly ?
gone wrong:"
Nothing much" was the reply, with
q pout. Jim caught the look, but
bless youl he didn't regard it as n
pout. To his eyes it was merely an
accident Of the moonlight, or because
Molly was catching cold and he seiz-
ed the offending shawl and wrapped it
round his charmer with such devoted
eagerness that his aunt could gladly
have boxeu his ears. Luckily, Molly
was in the mood TO take offence SO she
shook the shawl off, and said sharply
Don't! | don't want it, You're
me all ups and Jim shrank
back reDuked.
Row, brothers, row." "Tranquidil-
10" Those Evening Bells" and other
favorites composed the
Ispertoire of the Child family, and were
hodf:'v s4cveJ.epf "aaQFed tlIl late
Coronation" the delight of all coun-
Try church-goers. And it was then
that Grace, left out in the more secu-
ar music, began to sing, and her clear
blrd-lIke notes astonished everybody
who had never happened to sit near
the parsons old pew on Sunday.
"Whv, Grace, what beautiful voice
you've got." said Jim, leaning forward
10 look at her.
She blushed with pleasure. "Do you
think so:" she said, and smiled. The
was upon her face, and
brought out, as moonlight often does,
a certain subtle, inward beauty, not so
visible by day. She looked inexpress-
IDLY fair, sweet and womanly, just then.
pathetic, too, blended in
the expression. For the first time Jim
thought to himself, "What a pretty
girl Grace is growing to beI'
Aunt Mary meantime was regarding
Molly. That dreadful moonlight. Iu
the light Of its revealing beams, half
CLEAN, half shadow, the face of Jim's
charmer altered almost to plainness.
Certain hard lines became visible-the
black eyes looked shallow
and beady. Aunt Mary believed in
and nodded her head to
some secret thought. "Yes, yes" she
said IL knew it. Pomfret all over,
for all her pretty looks. Well, when
I'm man, I'll pick my wife out in the
evening"
Molly's sulkiness had not quite
melted next morning, and she awoke
in an i'll humor. Her bed had been
hard; she hated washing her face in
lin basin; the tiny looking-glass made
ler appear like fright; and she
do her hair. To her easy in
iolence these little discomforts we're
great and real the pleasure party
wasn't pleasant; she was sorry she
came, she declared. Sadie laughed at
ler, and that made it worse. Careless
y and Grossly she slipped into her
clothes and emerged, pouting and un-
tidy, with hair half brushed, to find
Jim and his sister deep in the prepara-
lion of breakfast, the Vose girls fish
ing, and Grace in fresh, dainty print
and white apron, setting the table.
The early dip in the sea, with which all
the girls except sleep-loving Molly,
had indulged themselves, had tinged
Grace's usually pale cheek with deli
cate pink. Her light brown hair shone
in its glossy braids, her eyes we're
bright with exercise and pleasure, for
to the quiet, shaded life Of the old par
sonage, this first "outing" Of Grace's
was as champagne after weak tea.
Certainly the contrast between the two
girls was not to her disadvantage.
More than one marked it; and Aunt
Mary said TO herself, "Grace'll be a
beauty one day, if the Lord ever let's
the sun into her life-and so much the
better for JIM"
"Come and help" shouted that
young gentleman, delighted at the ap-
pearance Of his charmer.
But Molly wouldn't. She hated
cooking she ''didn't know where things
were !" the dishes we're hot; the pail
hurt her wrist. She shrugged her lit
tie shoulders, and walked off under the
trees alone. Jim looked after her,
amazed.
"What's the matter" he whispered