Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1876-07-27
Misfellaneous. e
Veni, Vid!, Wei.
An ENGLISH STORY.

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'No-l won't marry Sir Marmaduke Ire
ton .-MarmAduke-lrcton They may say
what they like, but III never be the wife OF
man with name like RoaudLe cad in
Woodstock who squints and drinks, aud
has red hair. and is hard 10 the poor, and
likes billiards better than dancing, and
hasn't word to say. Maud Ashton told
me what he's like-she met him id India
aud Ill Ue bricked up in convent wall be-
fore III let myself bc taken down 10 diuucr
by Sir MarInaduke Ircton.'
SO said May Craven to Mrs. Arden. the
mother OF her old. or rather young, school
friend Grace. Mrs Arden, that mirror OF
good nature. looked down smilingly upon
The bright eager face of her little friend,
and answered.
'Ah. the secret is out, then-that's why
you were so bent on making third in our
little tour. Grace told me you had run
away Tor fear OF being married-what an
idea But Of course. ii you say so yourself.
its true. Is Sir Ma-maduke Ireton an
ogre? Has he proposed?'
i should. like to see him dare
Isn't he rich, my dearT
Rich! Papa says he could buy up the
couuty-so he's to begin with me-
Well, you have all tAe luck, my dear.
Believe an old chaperon when she tells you
there's nothing one gets used to So sooh as
red hair, or even sqaint, If the owner
lends you his gold spectacles TO look at
him through. But how do you know he
wants TO buy your
May sighed. Don't you know mamma.
Grace, being her sworn sister. Grace S
mother was of course, mamma )--'don't I
you know I've the bad luck TO be heires:
OF RedlsndsY And that Redlands marches
that's the word-with Whitelands, that.
belonged 10 the Iretons ever since Sir
Marnaduke's grandfather-his first snces-
tor came over
With the Conqueror, Of course:'
NOTION Sheffield. He didn't ust
swords like gentleman; he made knives
There's 'Ireton Sheffield on all our blunt
est knives at home. Fancy girl like me
that came over with Hengist and Horsa
marrying the grandson OF n knife-grindel
and such a grandson. Yes, mamma. I've
known from my cradle that whitelands is
to marry Redlands on the first opportunity
That's my doom; and now that horrid
grasping, squirting. red haired, stupid,
tipsy young man is coming home
Perhaps he won't ask you, my dear
Won't he = Aud she glanced at the mir
ror which reflected the prettiest face that
had been seen in Dinan, in Brittany-in in al
France, for many q long day. And then
he will be asking Redlands. after all.nol
me. And l shall be seeing him every day
and know what my own mamma meant
by saying, May, Sir Marmaduke is com
ing home; We must make our welcome a.
warm as We can
And what did you sayr
Il said, I'll make it hot for him. He shall
hank N India IN nnnl aUain And
papa heard me say it-oh. there was such
a storm!
Mrs. Arden looked grave. You are 4
very silly girl. There are hundreds of girls
| that would Jump at your chances. l won
| der Mrs. Craven lets you join me an
| Grace. How came that. prayi'
Because chose. And with you apt
| Grace I'll stay till mamma writes. like II
| the agony columns of the Times, MAY. al
| is forgiven; come back to your repentan
parents. and they'll never do it again
| You are spoiled child. I'm afraid.
said Mrs. Arden, shaking her head. Il
| you'd been one of ten, like Grace. yol
| wouldn't have been able to come and g
as you please But she was not angry
| Nobody was ever very angry with May.
OF course I'm spoiled said May. AM
therefore won't marry Sir Marmaduk
Ireton-or anybody else. for that matter
| IN not going TO horror and obey anybod
hut Miss May Craven. Ah.there's the be
for the table d hOte-and here's Grace
come; I'm as hungry as lion
| Grace whispered. Mrs. Arden 10 he
own iair-haired girl as they followed Ma
down stairs, ARE you sure your mad llttl
friend is fancy free? I'D no idea | was ha
boring a domestic rebel
Have you noticed mamma, said Grace
murely, that no sooner were we In Jerse
than we made the acquaintance Of Gel
tain young man with strange ease al
quickness, considering that we are all En-;
lish people? Did he not come to st. Ma
by the next boat to ours? He's not smitte
by me, I'm sure-and yet l shrewdly su
pect We shan't belong in Dinan before "
see him again
What! why, that poor travelling arts
Oh. trace and Pm her chdperOne!
I've said nothing. mamma. Only ke'
your eyes open, that's ALL
They follOWe ed M4y into the sale ma
ger. and Mrs. Arden started. An owe
powering steam of garlic saluted one
| Of nerves. and the sight Of quet-lookiI
young man, in grey clothes and with
thick brown beard, who was already SET
ed at the table. overwhelmed anOth'
Grace touched her significantly, and 81
n delicate, embarrassed rose-tint steal ov
tie glowing face Of May.