Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-09-19
MisftlIaneous. 3
Prom the Boston Home journal.
The Story Of Psrson Juniper.
And How He lsOl q Horse.


ny l-ABElLA I. HOPKINS.
Il declare, it, really melancholy to see
our minister riding such an animal. even
II Il Is on errands OF mercy" exclaimed
Miss Quillip. the little dressmaker, steal
Ing 4 glance through the window as the
parson rode by.
1T does seem a little heartless. I'm sure"
replied Deacon Pippin's wife. gazing fond
ly at a piece OF the new meriuo Miss Quill
lip was making for her. and thinking how
remarkably well Il would turn.
"Hesrtless'" repeated Miss Quillip, Fir
Ing; "heartiess In the rest of Us, then that
we don't provide him with better! Good
ness knows the dear old soul couldn't tell
whether Roseleaf IL black or white He
don't know that what was white once. Is
full OF brown frecklcs now. and that Rose
leafs hips are getting higher aud higher
every day, and that he drops his head as II
he were snuiiing the ground for text, aud
hopples over the road as II his fore legs
were stsceato notes. How should the Doc
tor know? Isn't his mind always soaring
after some high thought, top In IL down for
Us, and his eye searching high and low for
way TO help some Of Us out OF trouble, or
comfort US In il. II rs ordained we should
stay: How should be know. heart alive:
And with this flight OF excited eloQaence.
Miss QQillIp brought her needle through
with Nnap that broke the thread OF her
discourse and Of her buttonbole. together
But did hear the doctor even iorgets
TO feed the creature" persisted Mrs. Pip
pin. 'He stays 10 put down some thought
before be loses Il, and then never thinks,
and goes on and on. as far as eighteentbly,
sometimes, and the poor dumb animal
sta ndiny at Sn empty hayrack all the bless
ed time"
Now who can put themselves out to 60
and tell you such thing as that:' said
Miss Quillip, with 4 dangerous sparkle IN
her eye. II you weren't q second wife OF
Deacon Pippin's, and new TO the place.
don't know how my patience would hold
out : the Doctor Is absent minded, he as
likely TO forget his own breakfast rs Rose
leaf: but should ike TO ask whose mind
can be in two places al once, and the Doc
tors is forever wandering OF after some
poor soul or other, among Us. And every
body knows Mrs. Juniper pays Sam Rob-
bins WELL 10 look after Roseleaf, but they
don't know, as do, how many times she's
saved and saved towards a new horse for
the doctor. and Just as she'd made a fair
little beginning, he'd come and ask II there
wasn't some money (he never kLows) TO
help some widow or orphan a. the lands
end OF the parish and of il would go. |
don't suppose l ought TO begrudge IL, but
| DO, for some day We shall see Roseleaf
falling to the ground like 3 tale that is
told, and then" Quillip's eloqueEce
was interrupted once more, this time by q
shadow fitting past the window where she
sat.
Bless me, Talk of angels! There's Sam
Robbins this minute, cutting crosslots 10
feed Roseleaf; though why he need come
IN foikfS ywinhnrs / don't
know. And there's NY scissors that he
made me drop, stuck In the nOor,-some-
body's coming, sure sign! But then as
was going on to remark. we shall see the
doctor visiting the widows and fatherless
on foot, IL it's ten miles TO each, and, q
pretty sight that will be, for 8 man like
him. in Christian countIyW
You'll have TO get up subscription.
said Mrs. Pippln, still gazing thoughtfully
| at the cashmere.
Miss Quillip dropped scissors, spectAcles,
and hands, all together, this time!
"A subscription paper! Why couldn't
have thought of that without waiting for
Deacon Pippin to get a second wife! But
III make up for lost time. I'll be round
with II tomorrow, and my own name at
the head OF il in respectable manner, too
Just wait and see!'
IL was hard to give anything but uncer-
tain snips to the merino after that. but IL
was time to put 1t up at last, and Miss
Quillip sped home with excited little steps,
and her eyes shining with the
vision OF the new horse. But another
pair, brighter still. soft, brown, and gentle
were watching for her from a wheel-chair
in her window, and met her as she laid her
hand upon the gate.
Talk about evening stars! They're DO
ho AaahaA
back az answering smile; and with snif
at the old lilac-bush as she passed, she
lifted the big brass door latch. and slipped
in.
True. there. there!' she said. laughing
and laying her face against her orphan
niece Nelie's beautiful cheek; ''such
thing as IL Is to have a welcome home, to
be sure. Has It seemed such very long
! dayf OF course 1t has, but won't 60
away again this week, won't indeed? Ard
how has the drawing gone on? Beautiful,
know - and she strOked Nellie's auburn
hair with soft caress. nt '
Nellie answered with . smile OF exquis-
ite sweetness, as her slender fingers Sc
lected drawing from the pile beside her.
See here! This Is . whee, within wheel
endless you know. Only here, under the
darkest side. this flower comes blossom
ing Oht. and making everything shine.
That's just to show a day seems when
you're away and come 1t last Don't you
see?', EEL 4s lHaf ,i4 laI
There, there. therer said the little
dressnsker. bustlinE hastily over the tea
kettle, and brushing her eye AS she went.
"such . thing. as said, to have . vel
come home. aud such another, If we did
but think Of il, to have the home to come
to! Why, l don't believe either Of Us
could live month, II we had TO leave IT,
don't positively. SO many things a. |
remember in Il! You don't dear, but still
you never had any other, and indeed. l
don't believe there is any other We could
get, and know my work couldn't provide
the wherewithal TO get 1t II there were.
And I'm sure never could liYs IN . house