Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-07-08

gerous extremity" Mems heads moved
and bonnets fluttered.
How wish you played for US always
Johnny. cried Miss Susan Page, looking
in upon me as people passed out from their
pews.
"Why. my playing is nothing, Miss Su-
san!r
perhaps not. l don't know. But il
has this effect, Johnny-it sends home with
feeling of peace in our hearts. What with
Richards crashing and the singers shout
Ing We are generally turned out in state
of irritation"
found large collection in the church
yard. Old Wcsterbrook was holding
forth, on the subject of Fred's iniquites, to
the Squire and 4 numerous audience. Mrs
Westerbrook looked simply malicious.
mo, do not know where he is hiding
said the master of the n. y. farm in an
swer to question. 81 wish did know.
l would hang him with all the pleasure in
life. An ungrateful, ne'er-do-well. reck-
less What's that, Squire? You'd re-
commend me to increase the reward! Why,
| hare increased it. l have doubled it.
Old Jones has my orders to post up fresh
| bills"
If all's true that's reported, he can't es-
tapS 'Nil Hc Hdu no money III his
pocket" put in young Mr.. Stirling, of the
Court, who sometimes came over to our
church. who played to-day?"
johnny Ludlow"
"Oh, did you, johnny" he said turning
to me. 1t was very pleasant. And so was
the singing"
1T would have been better worth YOUR
hearing had Mrs. Toahetley played-as
she was TO have done,'' l said wishing
they'd not bring the up before people, and
knowing that my playing was just as sim
pie as il could be, neither horid not how-
! cry.
Il have seen what Frederick Wester-
brook was, this many year past" broke
in Mrs. Westerbrook in loud tone. Mr.
! Westerbrook knows that | have given him
my opinion again and again. Only he
would not listen"
"low could believe that my own BROTH
er's son was the scamp you and Gisby
made him out to be!' testify demanded
! old Westerbrook, who In his way was Just
as unsophistlcated and straightforward as
the Squire, and would have been as good
natured, let alone. I'm sure Fred used
to be as steady and dutful as heart could
| wish"
"io on had better say he is STILL" said
| She
But, hang it Il don't say it, ma'am. =
fired Old Westerbrook. II should be fool
To say 1t. Unfortunately, | cant say it. |
1 have lived to find he is everything that's
bad-and say that hangins's too good for
| him"
! Mr.. Holland came out of the church and
passed us, haltng a moment to speak. Il
| am on nay way TO pray By poor Gisby," +"
he said. They have sent for me
7 Help Thieves, Robbers. Help"
/ The shouts came from our yard as we
were sitting down to breakfast on Monday
morning, and we rushed out. There stood
| Mack, in the greatest state of excitement
4 possible; his eyes lifted, his arms at work
and his breath gone. The servants ran
/ out too.
why what on earth is the matter, Ben
/ Mackt' demanded the Squire. Have
you gone mad?"
We've had thieves IN the barn. sir I,
/ Thieves. All my clothes is stole"
What clothes;''
Them what lett Int o Saturday night
! Squire My smock-fock, and INV boots.
ai.i my >nnrteh ""t'n.. $50 h-tIauhcrcner
lnty be gone. they be-
Nonsense" said the Squire, while
/ aud oil kept our faces. We have not
| had thieves here, man.
/ Squire. Clean gone, Not so much as a
! shred on em lett Please come and see
for yourself. sir
1 He turned, and went across the ward
with hopping strides. The Squire
followed. evidently at fault. and the rest
OF IL, after him.
Its mercy AS the horses and waggins
baint took - cried Mack "And the har-
ness and that there wheelbarrer-"
But what do you say is taken, Mack:"
interrupted the Squire, cutting him short,
and looking round the barn.
''All my traps, Sir. My best smock-
frock and my boots and my spotted cotton
neck-handkercher. A beautiful pair o.
boots, Squire. that | generally keeps
here. in case be sent off TO Alcester or
Evesham or where not, and had to tidy my
| self up a bit"
Tod backed out of the barn. doubled up.
nearly choking at the ''beautful" boots.
| But why do you think they are stolen,
Mack" sand the Squire.
Il left 'em safe here o Saturday even
ing, sir, when locked up the barn. The
things be all gone now: you may see as
| they be, Squire. There bain't a vestige OF
/ 'em-and what will become of me: A most
| new smock-frock, and the beaHifullest
| pair o strong boots, as 'ud ha' lasted me
| for years"
| Tod shrieked out at last unable to help
himself. Mack cast a reproachful glance
at him, as if he thought the merrment too
| cruel.
You must haye been drinking on Sat
urdav, Ben Mack, and fancied you eft 'em
here" put in Molly tartly.
"Me been a drinking" retorted the poor
bereaved Mack. ready to cry at the asper-
| sion.
why, I'd never had II drop O nothing
inside my lips since dinner time, save a
draught of skR-milk as the dairy-mad
give me. They was in the far corner
they was, them boots and the smock- -frock
was laid smooth across the shaft of the cart
here. with the cotton Observation-Disclosures atop
ont"
well, well, we must inquire after the
things" remarked the Squire, turning to
60 back to breakfast. 81 don't believe they
are stolen. Mack +; they'll be. found some
where. If you had lost yourself, you
could not have made more noise over it,
I'm sure thought the rcks must be on
fire.
Tod could hardly eat his breakfast for
laughing. Every now and then, he came
out with the most unexpected burst. The
Pater demanded what there was to laugh
at in Mack's having mislaid his clothes.
But as the morning went on, the Squire
changed his tone. When no trace could
be discovered of the articles high or
or low he took up the opinion that we had
been visited by tramps, and sent off for old
jones, the constable. Jones sent back his
duty, and he would come across as soon
as he could, but he was busy organizing
the search after Master WesterbroOk, and
posting up the fresh bills.
johnny. we must dispose OF that hair
of Fred's in some way" Tod whispered to
me in the course of the morning. ITO let
any body drop upon it would never do.
Come along"
We went up four stairs at time, bolted
ourselves in his room, and undid the hair
Fine, silky hair, not quite light chestnut
but as nice color as you would wish to
see.
Better burn it. suggested Tod.
won't it make an awful smell?''
"WhO cares? You can go away if you
don't like the SMELL