Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-06-05
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A Novel Spoiled.
sury, April -.

The heroine was not beautiful, to be-
gin with, not queenly, not in any wise
remarkable. She was just a plump.
Gav evening, With an air the very re-
verse of statelincss and composure,
pulling leaves from the rosebush near
by with nervous, fiuttering fingers that
did not even know when the thorns
pricked them. Outside the gate was
tall figure, face bronzed and beard
ed, and a low voice uttering words half
pleading, half resentful. There was
moments pause, then the voice ques-
toned, with dash Of bitterness
"Shall go, Maggie"
"Just as you please, Mr.. Clifford:
whereupon the questioner turned sud-
denly about and strode rapidly down
the country road, crushing the glitter
ing sand under his feet, while Maggie
sped into the house, up to her room,
and bolted her door as if afraid OF be-
ing pursued. She peeped through
window, from behind the curtain, until
the lonely pedestrians On the quiet road
had vanished from sight; then she AS
sured herself that SIT Tom choose TO
act so-so-she didn't care.' and
proved her utter indifference by bury
ing her face in her pillow with burst
of sobs, and entire forgetfulness OF the
pansies ON her pretty hat.
They had quarrelled about nothing,
at least she couldn't remember what
it began Without of course it was
all over between them now, and he
would go away as he had said. She
wondered, as she lay with her flushed
fearful face turned toward the stars
how it would seem TO die that night
and 90 away from it all. Wouldn't
somebody be sorry then! She almos,
wished she could do it,-not quite, be
cause one don't like TO stop in the mid
die of a story, even, if it is ones own
and, besides, what good would his re
morse do her if she never could know
anything about it:
Tom, on his homeward walk, dis
coursed furiously TO himself upon tn
fickleness and perversity of all woman
kind. mot one of the whole rae
. worth breaking fellows heart for,
: he remarked savagely, though with
. queer little quiver about his lips tn
{ while. One thing was certain, b
; would not stay moping there. Th
|. world was wide, and there was nothin
now to hold him back. He would n
o sign his place in the village store, an
e join the party for Arizona. Yes, |
would take the first morning train Il
the city and tell Golfer he would go
Z there Was fortunately time enough Il
+! that yet, aud if it left brief space +
preparation, SO much the better. l.
should not wait for people to Chang
their opinion, he thought, fancylI
that by .'people" he meant Miss Ma
Il, gle, but, in reality, fearing more II
tering of purpose in a nearer party.
Let Sunday night be what it m
Monday morning follows it all t
same. Maggie was glad it was Nc
day morning, since it left her at lib
ty to sit with her sewing in q gu
of corner by a window, unquestioned q
nd undisturbed, while busy Aunt Pol
who would allow no inexperienced
gers 10 intermeddle in her washil
= and lame Aunt Becky, who would
ways stay where Polly was, we're IN
kitchen adjoining. No ordinary kit
en- was this, steaming, soapy, and {
- consolate, but large, pleasant, t
room, where Aunt Becky could en-
her armchair and her knitting toge
er with Aunt Polly's discourse.
"e latter lady was unusually talkative
wash-day. Possibly being surroun
x, by tubs and piles Of linen suggea
r.. vaguely . pulpit or speakers St.
perhaps having al Sunday TO think