Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1874-01-22
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Finding . Home.

PiSllp Bartol was an odd genius, as
We shall see before we are done with
him. Well for him that he possessed
fortitude and persistence. He asked no
mans advice touching the manner of
life he should pursue.
AT the age of two.and-twenty, Phil
ip Bartol came home from sea with his
mind made up that he would 60 to sea
no more, at least for the present. Not
as most young men study did Philip
Bartol study. He did not cast about
Tor the greatest sum of present COM
forts and joys. In the solitude of his
chamber. at an obscure tavern, he sat
and pondered. The mental picture he
drew was old age. What kind of an
old age would he like to arrive at:
That was the question in his mind !;
and after long and serious study he
concluded what he would like for the
surroundings of his advancing wears :;
and he also planned what he would do
toward the desired end.
And Philip Bartol went out and
bought him knapsack, into which he
packed change of clothing. and then,
in stout. homely garb-such a garb
as toilers wear-he was ready TO set
forth.
And despite the bronze upon his
skin, and the garb of toll that clothed
him. Philip was q handsome man. He
was tall and stout; full and perfect in
every mani point /; erect and firm with
magnificent head upon his broad
shoulders and face in which the
dauntless light of honor and courage
enhanced an otherwise classic beautv.
Where now, Philip" 2" asked friend,
who had observed his notes of prepa-
ration.
Into the country, Tom, IN search
of home
"A home:'
"Yes. A home! That's what am
going to try to find"
And on the next day Philip went
away.
1t was on an evening in June that
Philip Bartol arrived in tine quiet vii.
lage of Ashton, and here he sought for
work. He found it upon the farm OF
worthy man, who was glad enough
TO secure the services Of SO able and
honest an appearing laborer. The
farmer was Mr.. Larrabee, and dea-
con of the village church. His dwell
ing was in the village, his broad acre.
stretched away over the hills and wales
! beyond.
Philip worked well, and as he work.
ed he sang. Saturday evening came,
and the church choir met at the Dea.
cons house TO practice.
Would not Philip join them?
Without pride Philip felt that his
voice would be help to them, and he
joined them cheerfulIv.
A help indeed Such a voice had
never been heard in Ashton before.
God makes our native leaders, and us
recognize and adopt them. Philip Bar
tol could not sing in that choir and no,
lead it.
OF course he sat in the singer-seats
on the Sabbath, and thus he leaped, al
a bound, into the good graces of til,
fair country town.
On that Saturday evening, in the
Deacon's parlor, Philip caught SOUND
that startled him. 1t was a female
voice, as clear as flute, and as sofl
as the dulcimer Of mocking bird. Ii
its lowest and in its highest strains
there was not harsh cadence. 1t wa.
sweet and pure, and sweet and pur,
only. Such a voice is not only attrac
tive, but it is an index TO the inner be
ing. Philip looked upon the owner Of
the voice, and he was not disappointed
A girl just bursting into perfect wo
manhood-perhaps twenty years o.
age-healthful and glowing-her form
exactly such as Phidias would hav
chosen for his model of female perfec
tion-and her dress simple and neat
Her face was always happy when sh
was singing with her friends-and tn
rich brown curls floated down over he
{ shoulders, sweeping back from her fair
"hNSoAc utoW. Will uot pok tiSiC v
ornamentation save the wave and tn
gloss which nature had given them.
At the first recess the deacon, VII,
had been an appreciative listener, in
troduced his new hand TO to the othe
singers, and thus Philip found that tn
girl of the sweet voice and sunny fac
was Clara Palmer, the daughter of tn
village physician.
: When they resumed their places fc
singing again, Philip was placed in th
centre. These people were not env
Gus. They recognized the quality {
this pew singer, and they sought I
once to make proper use of it.
And thus Philip found himself b
the side of Clara Palmer.
Those who have sung in choir,
in a chorus, know how the weaker les
: upon the stronger-how the timid d
pend upon the leading of the sure o.
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