Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-12-30
"Oh, that's right" said the farmer. "Do
lll YOU can To helm fhrow her away,"

80 W. soh W uCiP tuIow ucT away.
you'll be on hand to time US, Mr..
Mayneg" said the determined lover.
IN time you with a vengeance!" cried
the farmer, with bitter sort of yrin-for
he already enjoyed the defeat OF the rash
Iaan who was going to bring butter sooner
than his wife could. And as for Rosy. she
ran away TO roll up the sleeves from her
dimpled arms, to wash her hands. and to
have good cry.
But when the hern blew. Mr.. Monteith
was seen coming up from the brook with
two old pieces Of tin that he had been
cleaning and polishing down there one Of
these pieces was the bottom of tin steam
er that had been torn of long ago. and
through whose center he had punched q
larger hole than any already there; the
other was that spout and rose OF q water
ing pot which Rosy had been idly holding
In her hand. The farmer, sitting on high
three-legged stool, looked Oh with a com-
Portable sense Of satire.
lie has come up like those old heather
who supposed they would frighten off their
enemies by the flashing of tin-ware and
the beating of stones" he though. That's
no way to make butter. though. and the
beggar amt going to get my Rosy. You
won't sill Goliath with n pebble this time.
young Sir!'
Mrs. Mayne, had set out the crock of
cream, and Rosy stood by, grave and pale,
having had her cry ont; for though she
knew her father was man OF his word
ana would not atterpt to gainsay Ii II Mr..
Monteith were successful, yet for the life
OF her she could not see how butter was to
be made with two old pieces of broken tin
She would have been glad to hang weights
on her mothers arms, but Mrs. Mayne
would certainly have shaken them OF. for
she knew there was some reason in her
husbands objections. aud having given the
contestants fair play. she meant that he
should earn his prize If he had IL; and Mr.
Mayne himself would as soon have looked
for snow In August rs for his wife to palt-
er or deceive In any matter.
Rosy, bring me the bellows from the
best ROOM" said Mr.. Monteith. calmly.
And when she came back with that imple-
ment he had passed the broken spout of
the watering-pot through the hole punch
ed ia the centre OF the torn steamer. had
fitted little rubber tube, which he pro-
duced from his pocket, on one end OF the
spout. and taking the bellows he secured
the other end OF the rubber over the noz-
zie there. Are you ready, Mrs. Mayne:'
he SAID. ~ our watch, Sir" TO the farm
er; and the latter solemnly took out his
great silver dial that was almost big
enough for hall clock. And then as Mrs.
Mayne lifted her dasher, Mr.. Monteith
gently-put the inverted rose Of the water
ing-pot's spout down through his cream To
the bottom Of the creek, fitted the piece
OF the old steamer to the top OF the crock,
and with the first movement of Mrs
Nayne's arms he opened and closed his
bellows, sent the outer air into the cream
through the spout aud its rose, aud ou,
again through the holes of the broken
steamer, aud continued TO open and close
the bellows so. without word, for the
space OF seven minutes. Has your butter
come. Mrs. Mayne:' he asked then.
My butter come" she cried. ..W hat
should make you ask such a ridiculous
question? Ii never came In its life under
thirty minutes, told you
Mine has" said Mr. Monleith And
Mrs. Mayne dropped her dasher in amaze
ment and despite OF her wishes aud expec-
tations, a. he opened the crock. and Rosy
lifted out great handfuls of the firm sweet
butter, ready to be worked aud salted
IN be" But on second thoughts |
will not repeat what the farmer said II
made Mrs. Mayne's hair stand on end. AS
that sort OF conversation usually did, not
wtbstanding the twenty years she had
been exposed to 1t. But Rosy only laugh
ed. Very we'll, Sir" said the farmer. in
conclusion. II never go back on my word.
And you can take her. | dare say she
isn't so much OF girl as though she was.
But Rosy's arms were round her fathers
neck, butter and all, and she was kissing
him to the point OF strangulation. You
silly thing" she said. al do believe you re
crying. Don't you think that the man that
can fetch butter with two old bits Of tin in
seven minutes can take care of a better
girl than | am
He can't get better girl" said the
farmer But | declare to man. | should
like 10 know how twas done
"Only BY aerating the cream, Sir" said
Mr.. Monteith. "A speedy way Of carry
ing out the first aud last principles of the
common churn."
IN have my lawyer patent that churn
to-day, aGd IL shall be Rosy's wedding por-
tom" said the farmer. You're not such
a bad fellow. after all. Mr.. Monteith"
The farmer did as he said. And though
up to the present day. Mr.. Monteith can
get nobody else TO see the merits OF his
great improved lining lock. he has faith
erin law who belives in 1t. who believes
he could make the sun stand still in the
heavens, il he tried, and ne is the possessor
in his wiles name, TO be sure-of good
ly fortune already realized from his royal
ties upon the little patent churn which was
her wedding portion.