Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-12-30

oeiled. 'lf you want the to prevent your
hlnging yourself out OF the hay-cart, Rosy "
Mr.. Mosteith said at last" you must come
on this side" And then for the first time
she saw that the great waves from which
he had saved her, In their white and foam
ing onslaught on the sands and lodges, had
broken his ann. But she didn't say a
word. She only began to sing the gayest
and sweetest songs she could remember,
though she knew he must be nearly faint.
Ing with the pain. But as soon as the hay.
cart stopped at the lower gate she sprang
out. and ran up the garden and round the
ward to the barn, and had thrown the sad
die on the filly IN the moonlight. and with
out waiting for help, and was gallopng for
the doctor AS fast as the Hlly could carry
her. ''Oh! OH" said she that night, as
her tired mother slept soundly In the arm
chair, and she herself sat wettlng the cool
Gandages on the aching arm. 40 think
that 1t was hurt so for me-"
"Rosy," said Mr.. Monteth. smiling
Through his pain, that arm is always tor
you And Rosy laid her face down be-
side ii aud cried.
| rs this the way you're keeping of few
CT, Rosy?' cried her mother, waking op-
portnnely. "lou go right away to bed
this moment" And Rosy went.
1t was 4 strange accident, but 1t so hap
pened that Rosy was not once again alone
with the lover who had broken his arm for
her until he was well enough to come
dowl stairs. Mrs. Mayne, OF course. was
on the spot whenever she was wanted, and
50 was the hired girl. while Farmer Mayne
developed the most surprising capability
as nurse. In vain Mr.. Monteith assured
him he needed nobody. You would have
said, TO see the farmers assiduity, that he
was IN hurry to get the man well again
and out OF the house. He read his weekly
paper in the lodger's room aud he took his
MONDAY siesta by the bedside, where he
snored so fearfully rs to drive away all the
nies. But II Love laughs at locksmiths,
why should he be less merry at Farmer
Mayne's expense! The man was cert ainy
| ludcrous enough as he kept guard there.
with his eyes shut aud his mouth open, for
Love or any one else to laugh at. But Mr..
Monteith never thought of laughing at
him; lie was Rosy's father. and All awful
and sacred being TO him, for all his rough
ness and uncouthness-a sort of arbiter of
| fate.
But one day the jsilsr awoke to find that
his bird had flown, and starting up. his
nrst glance out of the window showed him
Mr.. Montelth sitting by Rosy on the brook
side-znd the farmer knew that the mis-
chief was done. For when you see arm
intertwined and lips meeting, you may
generally decide that your Interference Is
Of no further avail, all the more when, as
la this case. one arm Is In n sling, and Love
has called In Pity.
, 1t was nearly a month from that day. and
now Mrs. Mayne had gone over to the en-
emy--not having a great distance To go. to
be sure and the farmer had been fighting
hard fight. Not" said he. with more or
less frequency, that have any objections
10 the man, II he didn't want 10 marry my
Rosy. But my Rosy Is for his betters! 1t
beats all, the trouble such girl can make
Now II she was one-eyed. and whoppcr-
jawed. and lazy. and no good to anybody.
not soul would want her; but being just
pearl. OF course every body's aiter her !.
Before shc grew up we were happy enough,
| aed now, mother, we're all the time dis
p6;ing. Give woe To man, and he has
wanan." And SO the farmer had turned
OF this morning. As always before, with
something between a sigh and an oath
that relieved his feelings In every direction
But Mrs. Mayne had detained him In ord
or that he might mend her ancient churn
while she urged an argument tor the low
ers-an argument, rs we have seen. pooh
poohed aud silenced by the desired listener
! ~ VII IL wa tu
entering wedge, and the indulgent mother
felt that so much might be followed by
/ more, and had some potent points to bring
| forward at the time that the hammer came
down with such withering effect on the
| farmers forehnger. and We left him engag-
ged In macerating the wound on primitive
| principles.
| II was while he was occupied in this
soothing manner thar, glancing up fero-
ciously. he saw Mr.. Monteith and Rosy ap-
! preaching hand in hand. Ii was like shak-
| ing a red rag before the old short horn !;
the farmer was iniuriated. lie waited till
they were close upon him, and then,
drop my girls hand" he roared, shaking
his mashed finger threateningly in the air.
Instead Of dropping it, the lover drew
Rosy's hand all the more closely into his
own. MIR. Mayne," said BE. that is
what i should be very foolish to do. when
| came to ask you to give me the hand"
Give you the hand" cried tie farmer
Haven't you got it!" And he PAUSED a
moment, too indignant to lind tit words to
characterize his Indignation, and forgetting
all about his old threat concerning Glide
roy's Kite: and Mr.. Monteith took advan-
tage Of the opportunity.
Il know, Sir said he. THAT don't de-
serve her, and that nobody can deserve
her. But with nv character YOU are ac-
quainted. And AS for INV means. / have
already small capital. and I have conf.
dence in my ability to take care OF her
suitably. For the rest. am sure that |
can make her happy"
You are sure that YOU eau make her
happy - cried the wicked farmer. mmick
Ing his tone, and letting his hammer fall
on the refractory nail In the churn hoop AS
it he wished il were Rodney Monteitb',
head. Look here. young man." he ex-
claimed. after few moments of vicious
nAmhefihg' ana giving the finishing tap to
the hoop, when you can make {. churn
that Will bring the butter In half the time
mat this churn does, you may have nv
hosy' ana not minute before. And as |
Judge that's an impossibility. you may take
II for your answer.
"Let me see" said Mr.. Monteith, coolly,
leaning against the corner of the yerapda.
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