Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-09-19

| IN the Noor to-day somebody's coming,
sure sign. There's knock at the door
| this minute"
Miss Quillip opened the door. and en-
countered the well-known face of Squire
Pyncheon, the lawyer and magnate OF the
little town.
"Ah, Miss Quillip,-ah.-a little private
business" began the squire with hesitation
most unusual to him. Perhaps with a
glance towards Nellie's chair, perhaps
you wouldn't mind stepping outside mo-
ment. I'm very sorry-ah''
Wonder couldn't Danish promptness with
the little dressmaker, and she stepped
| quickly outside, closing the door behind
! her.
I'm very sorry. began the Squire again
and Miss Qulllip listened with face grow
Ing white and fixed as he went on.
''Sell this house - she repeated at last,
In strange, slow voice. "A man as rich
As my cousin, Judge Huuledown. writes
toyou TO sell this housel Why, he knows
1t was only flaw in my grandfather's will
that gave 1t to him instead of ne, aud he
has told me over and over to stay in IL as
| long as iivs,''
An, my dear madam, but you must re.
member this isn't himself, it's his son, A
| father aud son, | must try to remind you.
are sometimes entirely different men. A
very strange fact, however, that you should
not have heard of the old judges death. =
But Miss Qulllp was leaning against the
| doorway, gazing at him with fixed, wide
opened. stony eyes.
"Sell this house. But he can't do IL =,
Why. II were 20 appeal TO him.
Hut the Squire only SHOOK his head.
My dear Miss Quillip. as remarked
before. II Judge Hurtledown were only his
: ~ - IA h..r b. 50.
and the other can't listen, I'm afraid
twould be bad court OF appeals T.
When Miss Quillip re-entered the house.
the teaAettle was just beginning IA song,
and she turned over TO it before her face
could be seen. There, there, thcren' she
kept saying over TO herself. while the tea
kettle seemed TO keep her a most extraor.
dinary time with her back to the wheel
chair, I'm not going to cry, Nellie
isn't going TO see me- II the Judge isn't
his father, aud IL we are moved out Ike an
earthquake. she shan't understand il, She
shall think,-Ill tell her l couldn't bear
the smell of lllacs. And there's that sub
scription paper. But | won't cry, /
musn't. Not TIL I have Nellie safe and
sound asleep, and then III get fresh hand
herchiei aud have II out must"
The teahettle's song was too boa,tfal TO
''TN 'Sh-' IL auI
into low, breathless hum, just as sam
Robbins, the halfsimpleton TO whom Rose
Leaf was entrusted. sat doubtfully down
upon bucket In the parsons stable, with
great pcrpieNity Ia his thoughts.
Nov let me see Let me lust be sure
have /, right, for people are always say
ing ! make mistakes. certainly under
stood what Miss Quillip said, so that's set
tied, and heard Deacon Pippin's wife ask
Miss Juniper why the doctors rich relatives
down TO Bloomvllle didn't give him a new
horse. and she said she didn't doubt they
might, but they'd never had their attention
attracted to It. So now II ! could only
attract their attention. The doctors go
Ing down Tomorrow. know,' And sam
lei! his seat and walked anxiously about
the stable In search OF an idea.
There's that pot OF blue paint. won
DER II 4 blue tail on white horse would
attract attention. I'm pretty sure II would
and the doctor always says. II there's any
thin < to be done, do II: So III begin be-
fore forget,-he always lorgets before he
begins
And seizng the paint pot, sam set about
his task, with a few soothing words TO
Roseleaf, and an assiduty that always in
sures success.
Let, take look now. lis all my
fancy painted," he exclaimed, retreating
to q little distance, and capering with glee
as he surveyed his work. .Ihat'li attract
attention, or I'm mistaken once more.
Thst's II exactly; only.-oh," And Sam
dropped upon the bucket once more with 4
sudden change 10 despair.
II believe, TO my life, | have made a
mistake again. for they all know I'm the
one that had the blue paint" I'll take the
srnuhla huf I aE
ty;7 and he reflected few moments again
in deepest gloom.
Il don't see any way but 10 shave II off,
he exclaimed nj last; land perhaps if |
should write a hymn aud hide il some
where, 1t would do as we'll after all III
just keep out of the way in the morning,
though. I'll take the trouble but / can't
| take the responsi-" and selling his instru-
( ments. sam went 10 work once more.
| The next morning Parson Juniper might
! have been seen hurrying toward the sta
BILE with a distracted air, the skirts OF his
study gown futtering backward in the
| breeze.
Very unfortunate, he exclaimed /;
'Sam never failed me before. and was
depending on Just these ten minutes to put
the lastly To discourse. But the discourse
can wait, and Miss Quilllp's business can't .
Poor child. poor child. Aud TO think
never heard word of 1t in time TO save
her the shock! Aud now | won't tell her
I'm determined to see the Judge, lest By
| any possoility,-but he can't disappoint
me. Stand by, Roseleaf, till buckle this
girth. So. Is there anything to go back
20 the house tor: l believe not" Aud
| hastily mounting, he trotted from the yard,
never having noticed whether Roseleaf had
| a tail or not. and the skirts OF his study
| gown floating gracefully over his charger S
| hips.
| How many miles lay between Sagetown
| and Bloomville. the Doctor would have
| found it impossible 10 say. He only knew
| that he had a new sermon with sixteen
| heads, just arranged as he drew up before
the elegant residence OF his cousin, Col
onel Golding, and he dismounted in the best
OF spirits. only AZ that moment discovering
himself TO be surrounded by q company of
small boys, the cause OF whose shouts OF
merrment he did not dream of penetrat-
| ing.
Really, had never observed there
We're SO many youths in this part OF the
| city," he remarked TO himself, mildly and
ringing the bell the door was opened by a
black servant In livery, and the Doctor was
ushered TO the drawing-rOom.
"Ah, Doctor. glad TO see you" said Col
Onei Golding, advancing to meet him.
Just in tine for dinner, and hope you've
come TO spend Sunday with US; we need
some good sermons here."
Thank you, john" returned the Doc.
tor, shaking hands warmly. but l must get
back to Sagetown as soOn as possible. One
OF my most excellent parishOners is in
trouble, and must see Judge Hurtledown
about ii Immediately after nner,-imme-
distely. l left my horse at the gate, but.
bless me, | believe I've come down 10
my study gown. What will Mrs. Juniper
sayT' .s Il .ts-.....ts.E '...
Oh never mind, snswere ed the Colonel
eassuIingly though with twinkle in his
| eye; I'll send her an excuse, and the
Judge shall come here to see you. That'l
make it all right and you can't 20 back
without q nights rest, at least" And
ringing the bell, he added, As the liyeried
servant reappeared, 'Send DIR. jumpers 8
horse to the stable, March, and tell Pym
to give him the best Of everything"
Dinner at the Coloners seemed always
rather q sumptuous aud prolonged cere-
mouy To ParsOn Juniper; but 1t WAS over
st last. and the COlonei's son, Harry, with