Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1877-02-01


mind the day he came to ~. sir. as It
was but YESTERDAY. Faith says to my
self, you've come 10 the wrong place,
Young giutlcman.' but he was that polite.
and that hashful-iike that my heart warmed
at the sight Of his purity face. Hes like
the picture OF Saint Michael lays To
llouora, though calls her Nora for short,
sir and by the same token she's my daugh-
ter, and the only one have.
We had Il many boarders In them days,
I sir. Two dollars a week Mt the table and
/ three dollars for board and lodgin'. and pay
| in advance TO strangers,sir, was my terms,
/ and the saints knows II was cheap enough.
/ But says Nora, and Nora j. well cddica-
/ ted, sir. which | am not; says Nora. its
/ 10 be poor workin' men or cintlemen. aud
/ says sure we can't cook for gintlemen =
/ Then says Nora. take workln' men and
/ charge accordin'. And them was nv terms,
sir
Thanks be TO goodness! we prospered.
sir, and the house was always fun. Nora
was that sharp. befn' edicated that we lost
! but little by bad pay, and that little was
| soon forgot, sir. And faith, we didn't
I starye the poor go-soons. either, sir.
! give them plenty before them saws Nora,
/ and clean yttles, and do our own work.
mother And the same here. says |.
/ agreeing with her; but Nora is ike her
4 father. heaven rest his sowll she's AS cute
and as krowledgeable a. woman OF eigh-
! ty.
/ But we took none but decent men, sir
mostly they were Irish, but we're Irish
ourselves, sir, though maybe its news 10
/ you, sir. They were steady young trades
men, carpenters. brick-layers, and some
! times porter or clerk in the stores handy
by here.
! And it was hard work. but didn't mind
that farthing's worh; was keepin my
children about me, Nora and Tim, sir. and
| layin' by penny for worst times. And We
sent Tim 10 school, and If God spared him
to US would make man OF him. And
| there's not girl in the ward, no, nor In
twenty wards, that could hold candle to
my Nora, though I'm her mother as says
il. and shouldn't. She's that purity that
wax is ugliness TO her,snd when sees the
saints in Father Brady's church | say TO
| myself, Y t are purify enough. but ye're not
half so purity as my Nora though never
lettin' on to her,sir. but always sayin' han
sum Is as hansum does sir; and eddcation
cant get the better hand of vanity, sir.
And then the knowledgeab leness of the
grill Where she learned it all coudn't
tell you, sir. Ii came natural to her like,
for she's as sinsible a. she is purity. Sure
! every new boarder wanted to marry her.
| but. I've no time for courtin' says she TO
me. and the yousg men 90, only the cold
shoulder, which soon cured them OF their
fancy. Love won't stay in a 'frigerator.'
says Nora. and by the same token the Cos
| soons soon learned TO let her alone and not
/ bother her.
And so one day. as | was tellin', sir, a
ring comes 10 the bell when Nora was off
! ha lot. fnr No ic hot 1opr haa Ial
she can do far better in the markets than
me, though I'm her mother, and for half
the money. And when | heard the bell
my hands were in the dough, for | was mix
ing bread. sir. Bad cess to you,' says
to myself. why wouldn't you wait till Nora
was here?' But | went to the door just as
was. for couldn't spare time to clean
my hands, sir, and there stood the young
gintleman that I'm tellin' you OF. sir.
Good morning. ma'am,' says he, as po-
lite as if was the lord mayors lady is
Mrs. McCready inT
I'm Mrs. McCready, said | to him, and
says to myself, he's another sinsus man.
and bad luck to them and their sinsuses
just taking up poor peoples time,' says |.
You take boardsrs, ma 'am,' says he.
Il do. SIR says /.
Il would like TO come here? saws ha.
Faith, young gintleman,' says |, you've
come to poor place; We don't keep a
house fer gintlemen,Eut for workin' folks.
You can't have anyone much poorer
than | am he says, bashful like, so that
my heart sOftened to him like he was my
own son. But one can't 90 by honest faces,
and l says, sharp like, what might your
business be, young man?'
i am painter says he.
'YOu don. look able to cline ladder,
says l. DO you work IN the shop?'
paint pictures. says he, ashamed like.
and glad was that minute to see Nora
coming up the street. The young gintle-
man wants board says to Nora, 'and he
paints picters.'
Il am afraid our house woald not please
yOn,' says Nora; we are but common work
people ourselves