Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1877-02-08


Weston gave himself up for lost, and de
cided that be really was in love. Fred
Taylor, with his hearty Zest for hunting
fishing, rowing, and country pastime, gave
his friend little choice but to devote hi.
days TO vigorous tramps and rides through
meadow and thcket in search of sport
So 1t naturally happened that, when night
brought them home, they were ravenousiy
hungry, and too tired 10 be either brilliant
or sentimental, and thus the wooing went
on slowly.
One day. after week had been ,edsted
as Weston mentally declared, a violent
shower drove the young sportmen home
In the middle of the afternoon. IL wa:
pleasant, as they rushed, into the yard
drenehed and muddy, 10 cxtciI a S%i~sPs>
OF Lucy's face at the window, as she sal
contentedly with her sewing, and Weston
blessed the thunder shower that brought
him the privilege of quiet afternoon with
her.
They ascended by the back stairs &c
Fred's room; but, before they had Nall
completed the process of donnirg fresh
suits of clothing aud putting themselves
In a drswing-room trim, the sun burs;
forth again in all its glory. To Freds eye
there was something aggravsting in this
n sort OF provoking 'dont-you- ou-wise-you'd-
stayed expression to the clear sunbeams.
that seenid TO have been gathering bright
Dess all the time.
'Oh. what sunshlne.' exclaimed Fred.
and raining too. There mnst be rainbow
somewhere.
Aud he leaned out OF the window with
boyish enthusiasm TO look st Ii.
1 can just see the end aid he, bring
ing IA his drippiu. hca l, and crossing the
hail into another room. Come over here.
Weston he shouted, In a moment after
there's a splendid view here from Lucy's
room. aud IL Just the most perfect arch
that ever was.
Now Weston felt some delicate scruples
about invading a lady's apartment; but
then. Lucy's room, He he hsd vague
desire to visit such an enchanted place,
and. at all events, how could he refuse
Frrds repeated summons: SO he crossed
the hall with 4 delightful tremor. and en-
tered the sacred precinct, scarcely dariu. .
TO cast glance about him. oh, spirit OF
neAiuess Oh, goddess of order ho
shall describe the room where he found
himself: The floor was unswept; the bed
was unmade the wash stand mlscel-
lAueous collection OF combs. brushes, soil
ed towels and soap-sud.. Slippers, dress
es-eyeTy article OF iemalc apparel-were
lying In confusion upon the bed, bureau
and chairs; while a curtain, half torn from
its support, trailed dismally on the floor,
Not that Weston saw all these items oi
discomfort; he only took in general i'm
pres>Ion from one hasty survey as he
strode desperately 10 the open window.
Isn't il glorious z said Fred; AMI only
see how finely the village is lighted up
against that background OF black clouds
Ardiey is the prettiest village in all New
England, believe
All. Fred, you little thought In what be
wlldered ears were pouring your rhapsody
Down in the sitting room was Lucy as
faultless a. ever in all her appointments
and Weston drew his hand across his eyes
with vague impression that he had been
dreaming unpleasantly. The hours OF the
afternoon and evening flew rapidly aud
pleasantly by; with music, and social chat
and If visions Of that untidy room ever
thrust themselves upon Westons mind, ne
put them resolutely away. and went heart
liz into the amusements OF the hour.
Alone in his own room lie made i
dozen plausible theories 10 account for the
condition OF thinE--pcfhsPs it WAS MOI
Lucy's room at all ; Fred was such blum
dering fellow at all events he could no
think Of casting away his Idol, for one un
lucky discovery so with thoughts roam
log in future, Weston fell asleep.
i am veiy sorry SAID Squire Tayler a
the breakfast table next morning, that
iiud myself obliged to send Fred away on
business to-day but dare say that Lucy
will do what rhe can TO entertain you til
he comes back"
Delightful thought Weston TO hiu.sel
"a whole day without dragging mp al,
down those everlasting trout brooks, oi
tramplng through the brush after imagin-
| AIRY pArtridges aud rabbits, that never wer,
there and ney er will be.
30, with many assurances that there WI
| no. the least danger of his having a dul
4 time, he watched Fred ride away gally OF
his black pony, snapped bis nnger as b,
| closed the gale and went back 10 .sk Lucy
| 10 take a Tiee 20 the TOfsantic lirle LAX,
they had tols him 80 mach abort Lucy
was good enoigh 10 say she sboesd be de
lighted 10 go. INT sundry housshOid mat
ters would detHn her half al hosr or 80
IN the meantime aer cavalier brought th'
carriage 10 the dor, looked wlh habitual
caution after every strap aud bscAle oi ths
Z harness, and then wsnt up "a hi room
/ NiIh a masculine idea that a Wnans hall
. boar Wa a very indeG nite perBd Indeed
Now the room directly uHer bis xas
occupied by an ancient spinsts, distant
relative OF the family. called, ~Ay C0us-
IN Barbara. This CVusin Barhrs, having
oBe OF those shlsery nAfnresthai never
seem TO get comfortably waruinsastsd up
on Keeping up her stove all th wear round
aud, a. the pipe passed Up trough the
noor oi West0u's on IT. way q the chin
nsy, II formed. as you can ealy imAg ne.
an excellent conductor OF soul-a regular
speaking trumpet. Weston new that be
should be sure 10 hear Lucy men she lefl
her room. "a he made hiInsii perfectly
easy and had nearly finished rHing . let
ter when be heard her little trt go pattrr,
ing down the stairs He wajust follow,
ing when her yolre caught l. ear from
the room below.
oh. Cousin Barbara, your eedle l. al
ways threaded; just put stth into may
CATER here. can't find my iimbie, aud
mustn't keep Mr.. Weston waingT
i should Ike TO see the tlr,' said Cous
la Barbara, tartly, when ya could gt
any where without stoppig TO mend
something or other
oh, well, said Locy, plssantly, your
occupation would be gone you hadn'
! me to mend and scold.'
The only answer was set OF . growl
1 auu fi . uAVmouS shChS " - hAo1 VI sPuts
Is IL the article to be mensd, had beer
tossed upon the floor.
This was followed almoi instantly b,
an excited exclamation.
For mercy's sake, Lucl Taylor yol
aren't going riding witk those ragged
stockings on?'
They won't show throgh my shoes.
was the quite answer, and haven't any
better ones.'
'S'pose you should get tined over, and
sprain your ankler said Ousin Barbara
stalking around the room. Anyway, you'll
know they're ragged yoursif, and befor'
I'd wear hole inside ofny shoes. IL
have them full of--of-,
'CoaIs Of fire. suggestedaney with al
aggravating little lsagh.
No gravel stOaes., cocluded Cousin
Barbara, as LUCY fitted os of the room
+ Poor Weston who hea1 every wore
OF this colloqVy. felft 30 mnh ashamed o.
himself that Ae could hasdls look Lucy il
the face bpt she looked rs flesh and sw eet
as morning glory, with th dew still we
upon in. .-If
i sm safe for the present, thought Yves
ton, aShe handed her iiutOtbe carriage
no Danger Of committing uysslf to-day.