Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-09-12

blessed II believe there are any natives. y
Before the words were out Of his mouth
he heard laugh, and Immediately ap.
peared before him in the path two pretty
young women, with tin pals OF blueberries
in their hands. They wore calico dresses,
with blouse waist cut short in the skirt,
thick well-ltting boots, and big straw hats
with no trimming Whatever. Each had a
little white ruffie at her neck; but there
was not bow or pin or an earring about
either; straight, light OF step, ella stic and
untrammeled by superfluous drapery, they
tripped along. and Tony Dibbon said to
himself, The natives at last Then he
arose and advanced.
Beg pardon, ladies'" he said, but I'm
lost here In the woods. I'm from New
fork-and you know or perhaps yon don't
know, that New York Is very different
from the woods. | wouldn't say anything
against the woods, you know, but they
amt like New York, and Pm lost. sup
pose It's singular to you always being here,
but I'm lost-l'm at Stickup's House.
The girls looked At each other. One of
them smiled, the eyes of the other danced
merrily; then both became very solemn
MY gracious" said the eldest. Then
you are really New York gentleman.
Gracious sakes. This is my sister Pris-
ella, and I'm Deborah Dewberry If you'll
come along with US we'll send boy to
S.ickup House with you"
ION, thanks" said Tony. And really.
| ladies, did you ever see New York gentle
| man before?"
! why. how could we?' said Deborah,
the spoheswoman-''llving here all our
lives! And ara they all like your"
well" ;" said Tony. they dress like me-
the genteel ones do you know, and all
/ that. and / thinl. shara'. ral
blance. | suppose. now. ladies'. yours Is
the costume of your part OF the worldT'
"Oh, yes" said Deborah; I'VE alwavs
| wear what is In the fashion,
"Ahr' said Tony lou really ought to
! take trip 10 New York and see the bon
uets there; and dresses all have trains :;
and we've some silks at our place would
amaze you. The most beautiful colors !!
| You'd like to walk on Fifth Avenue too
What Is Fith Avenuei" asked Debo-
| rah.
WHATS street," asked Deborah.
! Here Priscilla choked.
I "Swallered blueberry, didn't you, sis
/ ter Sciliy?" asked Deborah.
/ Priscilla said, "Ics. and choked again.
| She seemed to be laughing.
something amuses your sister" said
Tony.
. tNr shf'I I'tbOi NutH sue NttS
| anything new she ALWAYS giggles She
never saw New York folks before, you
/ know"
! All" said Tony.
Here Is our place" said Deborah. It's
I the iicest place around. Come ill.,"
/ They had arrived at large wooden
4 house OF most rustic appearance, and Deb
/ orah pushed open the door aud entered n
/ large room with a bare floor, wherein
/ were assembled several persons OF both
sexes. Two tall young men in hickory
/ shirts and boots that came TO their knees
/ were trying trout. An older man in a Hap
/ ping hat vas smoking Il clay pipe, and a
/ young girl was setting a table, while an
elderly woman was cutting bread. The
I costume OF the whole group was simplicity
I itself, and there was not an ornament
! about them or the room.
Deborah's entrance caused every head TO
/ turn toward the door, which she held in
her hand hs she made the following an
/ nouncement
Mother and father, brother Jedediah
and brother Abraham. and sister Sophoni.-
ba, here Is what you've none OF you ever
seen before. young gentleman from
I New Orh, lost In the woods. Priscilla
I has been giggling all the way home. she Is
so surprised; but told him we'd have him
sent safe home. He's at the Slickup. and
can't find his way back.
\ broad gnn oyerspre2d every face
! Tony took IL for n smile OF welcome, tor
solemnlty reigned the moment after.
The gentleman from New \ ork Is very
welcome" said the old man. since we
never saw one before, we are all the more
1 pleased to see him."
Thanks" said Tony; | am glad YOU
I Inn'f mind fN.4 NJ oil 70 Il
ferent things don't take airs. never do.
| like 10 see the habits and customs OF the
natives when | travel. It's refreshing.
| There's something charming In simplicity
! | think. \ Ou couldn't do il 10 New \ ork
but here in the woods, you know"
What couldn't you do in New FORK
sir?' said the young man in the hickory
shirt, with the frying pan under hls care,
who WAS now depositng the brown trout
on platter.
"Oh, | don't know" said Tony, in a
dilemma. You see, l-I-l-ouly meant
New y ork was different"
In what respect: asked the person with
the trying pan.
Laws massy." cried Deborah, shril-
ly. He says there's streets there. Now,
mister, want to know what a street i r.
Yes, we'd sill like 10 know said the
trout-fryer. "And AS the hsh is hot, let
| US eat it,
''Oh. yes. Set by" shrieked Deborah.
who set the whole family grinuing when
ever she opened her mouth. Brother
Jedediat, seein' we've got company, well
eat With forks for polteness sake. Now
| stranger!'
Here Priscilla shrieked softly, and van
ished out Of doors.
Tony was helped to trout, and bread and
a a n.
himself described New York in tull TO his
hosts and hostesses. Especially did he d-
late Oh the costumes OF society on the ele-
gunce Of the furniture he was in the habit
OF seeing, and on all the amusements of Old
Gotham.
Deborah meanwhile shrieked chorus
and begged her father to take her up mex
| winter and let her get blue gown"
Tony really felt so happy He was the
distinguished and experienced person OF the
group, which did not often happen. He
was better dressed than any one these IA
tives ever saw, and was to them wonder
ful being from a strange land. II he told
some fibs, for instance mat he lived IN Finh
Avenue himself, and was at the opera
every night, who can blame hlm-the
| temptation was great.
At last. however, the time came TO go.
A small black boy, who had been lowering
about the windows for some time, was ord
cred by Deborah to "take this gentleman
from York straight to StickLp House," as
he bowed his adeus, she cried after him
"Say, Mister. il was to come to New
York, and set my cap for one OF those city
fellows, do you think | could catch him 2
And then was gone.
What are those rustcs all laughing at to-
gether? He could not guess.
He had not proceeded far along the road
when figure appeared in view, which he
knew to be that of his friend jenkins, the
reporter.
"Hallo, Dibbon," he cried. Where
have you beenl"
ooh" said Dibbon, 'Pve been losing my
self in the woods, and have made the ac-
quaintance of the natives-eat dinner with
'em, ha ha! Very good natured they were |!
Sent this boy home with me-"
jenkins looked at Dibbon, then at the
boy.
"Ah!" said he, you're at the ks.
Tom, amt youf"
'.Yes. sah," said the boy, grlnning
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