Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-05-16

grass; fiocks Of ragged children troop
gers-the dear little dirty creatures
What an inventory they take Of my
Milwaukee bonnet and my dusty suit
Here is a field starred with swamp
lilies, scarlet lobelias and wild asters.
How long to get out and gather them.
see by the towns on my ticket, and
know by the warning ticket, that we
are within mile of Fred's home. The
big manufacturing town is already in
sight the sand and sawdust and coal
smoke is flying. or course | have my
head and shoulders out of the window,
with my eyes and mouth full of Gin
ders. and gaping wildly about me.
The train CRATES, jars and stops.
The usual smount of women with
boxes, budgets and parasols, bundle
of the train. The teachers associa-
ton is held here this week, and tribe
of lank, sharp-nosed. hungry-faced
women get OH also, teacher written all
over them, from their ugly hats to their
ugly shoes.
Can believe my eyes? Who is it
that steps up and shakes hands with
two of the lankest, most wizened old
maids OF them all, but my Fred, with a
smile as sweet as the morning, takes
their satchels and shawls. and turns to
the adv with him, whom | know by
the elegance of her dress and certain
high bred sweetness about her is his
sister. The oldest old maid says
So kind in you, Mr.. Langley, to meet
US. We would have been so bewild-
cred in this place. SO good in you to
take so much trouble.
No trouble most happy; but he
says it rather languidly.
He -!anccs up at my window. and in
spite of cinders and SCOT, my caved-in
bonnet, my hair all fiying, and my face
burning like live Goals. he knows me
and drops the parcels.
Take the shaws moment, sis,
hear him say, aud in another second he
is on the train, leaning over the seat,
with my hand held tightly in his, ask
ing me a dozen questions in breath.
am going 10 st. Paul, is all have
time 10 answer and he whispers Good
bye Mignon | will see you again and
he Is of the cars rs the bell begins 10
ing.
| catch oGe more glimpse Of him, as the
train moves oil helping his sister, and the
old matis with their satcheis, and their
ankles like aYe-helves, iutO the carriage;
se. him take the front seat beside the
one with The red puppius IN her bonnet,
touch the reins, aud the horses arr. or Ike
birds. How ! envy that old mad, though
shs has a wacI on her nose, aud looks Ike
4 last years mullen stalk.
Something gets into my throat aud chokes
me, and | refuse the orange the man IN
the next seat with the big beard offers me,
Something chokcs me all the way 70 s..
Paul.
oul.r ul.rlfqa.ys, .Rr,t1s sTseS.a"eGihi h.'-' a'@'
Why did let him speak 30 faniIiarly-
aud call me Mignon, his old name Tor mrt
Why did not pun my hand away:
busy myself with such thoughts As
these uutu We have crossed the boundary
line, aud have entered Minnesota here the
Mississippi winds laziIy alongat the foot
OF u tail ,bluif. with trees toppliug I'M
comfortably along their steep sides; close
t. the car windows great walls OF rocks
rise, oh. SO high IN the air. The train ba.-
auces dZZiiy along like a rope walker over
high rock, where Ii seems as II the least
Jar would send Us down, down, | dare not
think how far.
ride along in sort OF mist urtil we
reach s.. Paul. What i queer, elevated
town il l.. a. II every house In Il had
climbed up and sat on the Mill. get out
in a pouring rain, greatly 10 the de,rlmcnt
OF nv bonnet. | stop A. one OF the .randest
hotels there, the Metropolitan, aud say 10
ms self spitefuIly -
will enjoy myself for this once, though
starve the rest OF the year.
Rather a dreary maguiiicenee, however.
for get tired the first day wandering up
and down the parlors aud long halls. |
grow restless the second day and want to
90 hope. As to Miupehaha falls, whit
baby fails to come 50 far u see grow
80 tired OF the strange iaces aud the seen
cry thar by the third day my briiiian; SUN
mcr detai is getting TO be unbearable. when
a boy brings up card with Fred Lau2-
iey'. name engraved on il. try not to
make Indecent haste into the parlOr, but
somehow my feet will take two steps at a
time. Fred Is there with an open letter In
pink envelope in his hand, which | can
see by close scrutiny Is my poor old letter
written year ago, telling him about my
sisters.
The sight OF il angers me beyond express
sion. ! snatched at 1t fiercely. Fred holds
the letter far out OF my reach and catches
me In his arms instead, bestowing upon the
some OF the oldtime kisses. whose unfor-
gotten sweetness l had trained myself to
believe | should never see again.
Did you think me SO mean, sordid, un-
manly, he asked, az not to answer your
letterf Ii was lost and never fonnd until
yesterday, ald came as soon as the train
would fetch me TO answer il in person.
l ask no question; 1 only lay my weary
head down ON MS shoulder. and cry out my
oveTburdened heart on his bosom.
Ii was not until afternoon, when we are
driving IN nice Carriage to Minnebaha
springs, uear Minneapolis. the noise of ST.
Anlhony's falls on my ears, that l venture
To SAY -
How in the world did you lose that let
teri Well, you see. sister took il from the
pOstman aud put II on the high mantel
where 1t slipped away against the wall and
she forgot all about Ii and being bit OF a
woman ike yourself, she never noticed the
edge OF it above the mantel, nor any one
else, until this week two rather oldish lady
teachers came TO spend few days with
Us. and one of them, while looking for
nck-nacks on this shell. discovered and
brought to light your letter.
Did she have red poppies in her bonnet
aud wart on her nose9 inquired eager
ly'
Yes, on the whole believe she had.
Heaven bless that old maid.
AN ELOQUENT SPEECH. At the baDque
given by the Commercial club Of Boston.
to their prominent Southern guests, among
the very best speeches made was that OF
Senator Gordon. Following is the closing
portion: