Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1874-09-17
SsIefts0 Storn.
Mortality Pufs.
PART /.


Yes. 1t certainly was the door bell.
.,De-.iverance said Miss Phrygia,
''And I've just taken the comb ont OF my
back hair" In emcrScneios of thio hi"d
Miss Phrygia had a way OF drawing back
the tidy chiniz curtain just far enough To
peer through and see whether 1t would
do TO run down Just a she was. Ii II
would do. down she ran, and ii it wouldn't.
she called softly through her window I'm
mediately." and then flashed through her
preparations with a speed truly miracu-
lous, for Miss Phrygia had love of
prompitude that covered the whole super
iicia stratum of her nature, and "Imme-
diately ~ was so favorite an expression Of
of this quality. that il she had been asked
graciously 10 set time for her own ex-
ecution those who knew her best would
have expected it as the natural and un-
hesitating reply.
But this time, as the chintz curtain re-
vealed pony phaeton at the gate, and on
the doorstep a slight, maideDly figure. a
sweet young face. end a mist of golden
hair she only said Dear heart" and lying
the comb on the dressing-tatle, she glided
down stairs, her own locks falling into an
undulation of chestnut rings, that might
well have been the envy of 4 goddess in
her own namesake Ian 1.
80 glad you are at home" said voice
from under the golden mist. I've brought
you my little book. I've kept the last
page for you, you always have everything
SO nice. any trile, light as air. you know.
will do
1t was one of those blessed old towns
rare to find in these days, where the lofty
and lowly knew and respected, loved and
took an interest in each other. and Miss
Phrygia, instead of waiting for the book
which the maidens of the place, when
about TO assume the duties of wife and
housekeeper, had fashion of circulating
among their friends for collections of
choice receipts, reached forth and took
both the slender, gauntleted hands in her
own. As she did so, her right thumb
pressed diamond on the lett fore-finger
of her visitor. and her face, so beaming as
she ran down stairs, suddenly melted in
to a different expression, and she gazed in-
to the hazel eyes confronting her with a
yearning tenderness pitiful to see.
"Poor thing" she said softly, ''poor lit
lie hingr'
why. what the matter, Miss Phrygia
l know you don't like engagement rings,
but you can't understand that am. and
am going to be, the hapriest little woman
ia the world.'
Poor little thing!" was all Miss Phry-
gia said, again, much as you would cover
an unfledged doveling that piH fall out of
the nest.
"And then" with caressing squeeze
from the slender hands, I'm not going
far you know,-oniy a step,-you can see
the chimDeys right up there through the
trees. You'll come and see me often, won't
you:'
That's what they say when people die.
but pretty long step, call it, said Miss
Phrygia; ''still it's always a sort of a CON-
fort to visit their graves, and I'll come
with pleasure
"Oh, Miss Phrygia! Well, only wish
you did understand. wish you'd get mar
rid yourself! You'd be hundred times
better OFF; didn't you ever feel so in your
secret hearth
''Yes," said Miss Phrygia, quietly, "a
great many times"
Don't you think it would be pleasantel
than living here all alone3"
YES" said Miss Phrygia.
Then why haven't you tried it,"
There's been always just one difficulty
with every opportunity I've had," ssit
Miss Phrygia dropping her eyes thought
fulIy-''You can't seem TO find any way o
doing it but BY marrying some man, ant
that" with little shiver running over he
shoulders, '.puts it out Of the question:
A rippling laugh, that made the goldeI