Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1877-01-11

SOou JOke-en, HOI.
! Poll laughed again, but queried, rather
doubtfully. If they amt engagement
rings, how'd they happened to give 'em to
your
oh, had a philopena with johnson,
and won it, and the foolish fellow brought
me ring for present. and tried to pro-
pose. rather think he didn't succeed
though! and Miss M'Ewens laughed at the
recollection. And as for Jones, he first
stole that narrow gold ring used to
wear. and then. when | asked him for II,
took the ring off his own finger and offer
ed me that instead. | told him 1t was worth
twice as much as my own, and I'd sell 1t If
he didn't return my property. Bah, I'D
like to see either of them propose to me
till I'm ready to have him..
'When'll that be-
| Honestly. Poll. | don't konw. When
find out which like best, suppose. You
see, II one should manage TO pop the ques-
tion, should have to accept or refuse. If
! should refuse either OF them, should be
sure to be sorry afterward and II accept
ed one, should be dreadfully sorry
couldn't accept the other. They're like
two pieces Of dress goods you try to decide
between. you know: after you buy one
and get home with it, you're always sorry
you hadn't taken the other
Him.. was Polls response. as she toss
ed of her faded shawl. Did you ever
hear of the msn who fell between two
stoolsg
oh, pshaw understand flirting pretty
well. knew how to manage and there
was another flash of the black eyes and
settling OF the coquettish RED bow. 4 shall
marry one or the other, you'll see. won't
be telegrahic operator all OF my life.'
There was 4 whistle AMI roar of an APP
| ratn
aside her sewing and pulled her hat and
cloak down from high peg upon which
Poll proceeded to hang her own outer gar
ments. sayihg with a chuckle.
See here, Tilly-suppose one OF 'em
should write to yon: don't see how you d
get round that
Don't you bother your head They're
not very good with their pens, either OF
them. IL they should
What then?
why, / should have to take the first,
See here. Poll Sunday I'm going to church
! with Jones. Tuesday I'm going TO the
theatre with johnson, Wednesday I'm CO.
Ing 10 ride with Jones, and Saturday az
ternoon Tm going skating with johnson
Talk Of angels" she finished In a hurried
whisper. as the wait.ng-room door was
trown open and young man strobe across
| 10 the window of the telegraph Office: a
wide-awake-loOklng young fellow, with
dark hair curling close under his fur cap.
and smile showing the cleaning teeth
under his black mustache.
We'll. Miss lilly, ready TO 90 to sup
per?
| All but one glove. Want TO send q mes
sage TO any OF your relations while / put
| 1t on?
The newcomer laughed and nodded TO
| Poll. who had already seated herself, pre-
pared to do her nightly duty.
IF you were quarter as hungry ss L
am. you wouldn't walt forthe glove
Well I'll be back In an hour. POLL
| Then there was n second throwing open OF
the door,a rush Of cold air, laugh, and a
streaming backward of red ribbons, and
the two were gone.
Poll tilted herselfin her chair, ahd pull
ed an illustrated newspaper from her pock-
ct. in the columns of which she was soon
absorbed. Not so much absorbed, how
ever, that she did not perceive second
entrance through the waiting room door
A more aristocratic-looking young gen
tleman this, slender, blue-eyed, and very
nicely dressed. Poll, with her head bent
over her paper; was quite aware that he
had come up to the window and was star
ing disconteDtedly into the office.
'Miss-A-Miss Evans, has YOUR friend
gone to supper.'
Poll came down on all the four legs OF
her chair and faced about.
MY friend: Oh, you mean Tilly. Yes,
she has, and the paper was raised again.
Mr.. Jones. after drumming doubtfully
on the sill for moment, went out OF the
room with undignifled haste. and slammed
the door with such force that even Poll
was some what dscOmposed. But she only
commented, as she resumed her former
comfortable position.
'fIn glad l amt got Tills affairs to man
age
She would, perhaps, have admired the
way Till managed them herself il she could
have heard the conversation which took
place as that young lady and her escort
walked toward Mrs. Evans's boarding
house. Despite the keen air and his alleged
hunger, Mr.. johnson was much inclined
to saunter. and TO talk in the style denom-
mated soft
What sort Of day have you had, Miss
Tillyr
oh, comfortable sort OF day. Not
much to do
But you always have to be on hand In
that fusty depot. wish you'd give up tele-
graphing.
And take in sewing, and earn quarter
of what do now. That's the way men
talk. Telegraphings too public, 1 expect
I'D rather a woman l care for didn't do
it,
Nonsense = flashed lilly. You couldn't
learn telegraphing yourself in year.
learned it in a fortnight. Telegraphing is
a real art. 1t takes deal more brains than
your work at the mill
Mr.. johnson was naturally nettled.
That can't be so. What with accounts,
and management, and responsibility of
machines, l have my hands full. Tele-
graphing is as easy as reading when one is
accustomed to it,
Its not easy. You needn't contradict
me. It's exceedingly impolite OF you
Il impolte to you! Why. Miss T1lly,'
the passers on the walk should hear,
you're the woman want to be most pO-
lite to. You know l.
Il know l wish you'd hurry. Pm freez-
ing to death here, right in sight of the
house. should thiuk we'd been fifteen
minutes coming q quarter OF a mile
Mr. johnson mutely mended his pace.
Arrived before the boarding house, he
stood still, mute, on the sidewalk. Tilly,
safe on the steps, and With the door half
| open, turned back to him.
Il know Pm cross. but can't help it.
| I'm as hungry and cold as can be. You're
real good TO come round ard walk home
| with such q bear as am. You'll come
! again. wont your she added. coaxing.y,
laying . littie gloved hand on his arm. 'Tll
be as pleasant as can be-
The little gloved hand was seized and
pressed to lips half hidden by black mus
taehe. Miss MEwens was for q moment
confounded by this sudden sudacity. Re-
covering her wits. she glanced hastily up
and down the street. and Snatched her
hand away. Like Urish Heep, she had
gone too far, but sne could 60 back again.
What do you mean, Sir? think here
after shall .have to depend on the escort
Of Mr.. jones'
81 beg your pardon The young man
stepped back little. and the rays Of =
street lamp showed cheek flushed like
girls. 81 will bid you goodnight. and