Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-01-17

/ lngt sue cOuiu uOt olt uOWu NIu uux Het
grief. and look at it Ia every light and dis.
| cuss 1t in all its bearings; she was obliged
! to dry her tears and earn her bread. The
railroad stock In which her small fortune
was invested had suddenly declared against
| dividends. She could not permit herself to
share the crumbs that fell from her nncle's
table, and which they could i'll afford TO
spare. even had dependence been sweet. 4
| quality which 1t was never known to pos
sess. Thus ia her dreary routine of drudg-
cry, Tom Longworthy's kindness and oc-
casonal visits constituted her only variety.
II she found bunch of the earliest MAY
| flowers on her desk, she knew who lett
them there; II Christmas brought her an
anonymous gin, she was none the less cer-
tain OF the givcr. II her birthdays and an
| niverssrics were remembered. whose
thoug ghtfulness could II be but Toms.
1t was, perhaps. three years aud better
after the Flying Scud'' had sailed. that
Lefty, weary of declining invitations. and
of being asked IL she meant TO sacrifice her
self like Hindoo widow. joined party OF
| friends going TO take their tea In the sun
set on the beach, two hours steaming down
/ the river. She had understood that there
were TO be but handful of people. but she
| found crowd; and sitting on the sand.
| looking at the delicate sea she'll pink of the
eastern sky above the tossing breakers, or
watching the groups OF girls making their
! table of = sand heap and spreading it with
| dainties from their baskets, while Others
gathered drifted wood. aud lighted n pic
turesque blsze btneath the coffee and clam
J pots. was a pleasant change from the mon
/ otony OF her days. Presently. while she
gazed. little boat with the sunshine red
| dening Its sails. "quenched Its speed In the
slushy sand" aud Tom Longworthy threw
| his anchor ashore.
Lefty"
| Tom"
II wish you had allowed me to bring
| you down.
| Il wish had:" and then they fell to
/ speaking Of the moon.led tides, about great
storms and wrecks
DO you know" she confessed. this
| din wood hre chills me. How do know
but 1t is a bit Of the spar poor Laurence
! clung toy
They are having supper" said Long
worthy turning away. Let me bring you
! something. We have been too gloomy. d"
No; when [ am gloomy, am In no dan
ger OF forgetting. Don't you remember
Auderson's story OF the poor old woman
who used the broken half OF a bottle picked
mp on the beach for her canary's drinking
vessel. when It was n bit of the carrier to
which her lost lover had intrusted n tender
iarewelly'
You don't mean TO be an old maid. Let
tyr"
Il: The dsy OF my destiny's over. How
ghostly the lighthouse looks used TO
think should like to live in one once-cs-
pecisiiy In stormy westhcr."
They will be lighting up pI esenily; we
VIII pay them o WRIT, " you please" A"d
while they climbed the ligh t-house tower,
and saw the fshins-feet standing out 10
sea. ahd watched the keeper light his
lamps. while he told them OF the sea birds
that beat their lives out against the win
dows. of ships he had seen 90 TO pieces In
the storm, sof the times he had put out in
his boat 10 the rescue. and his wife Keeping
the lamps bright alone amidst the gale.
their friends were gathering the fragments
aud steamtDg honeward. each thinking
that Lefty was with the other. When Tom
aud Lefty came out under the stars, the
beach had a wild and lonely aspect; some
night bird was screaming oveIhe the
gypsy fire smouldered amidst some strand
ed tlmoers. but the sands were deseItej.
Toms little craft was the only. one Ia sight,
and with the wind dead against them and
the tide falling, II would be useless to start
for some hours T. come.
I'VE may a. well make ourselves com
Portable" said Tom. bringing fresh fuel for
the tire. Il am to blame for this disaster"
II don't call II disaster exactly" said
Lefty. do you see how much our back
log resembles crouching camelf In this
weird light | can half believe that we are
bslsted on the desert. and are bivouacking
till day. It's rather romantic than disas.
trous.'
II am glad you see 1t in that light. You
w9uIH m aL hs Aas.rt htn-sArn ltka
rose"
How you fia'ter me-
''Il We rever hatter those We love"
lon needn't take pains To tell Inc that
you don't love me-" she laughed.
Il take pleasure In saying that do.
''rnat you do,-that you do"
YES. do love you" Lefty" stretching
his arms towards her. for she had risen
and half moved away. Lefty, Lefty !.
don't be angry with the for loving you.
How could help it:''
"lou must" she cried you mustn't love
me. You don't. It's all fancy. You de-
ceive yourself Ican't allow you TO love
me-"
"Iou might as well say that you wouldn't
allow the frost 10 pinch you, or the rain 10
drench you. Can't you love me IA little,
Leuyg'
'Oh. don't ask me. dou't! cant; it is
quite impossible. Forgive me Tor saying
SO. You have always been IA friend 10 me. y
And always shall be, Lefty"
Then don't let US talk about love. nor
think OF Ii. shall never marry"
"But il you should change your mind"
81 can never change it."
Yet, If such 3 thing should happen
women have that privilege you kn"w--you
will tnd me always the same"
a.. .k
happen"
''Since you deny me so mach, honor this
whim of mine, Lefty, and promise me that
II any change should occur, you will let
me know"
Il can safely promise that" she replied.
THANK you"
IL 10 not often that loyer is obliged to
impose his society upon the sweetheart
who has refused him. One might easily
coaceive Of it ~ an embarrassing situation.
but it did not prove SO in the case Of Tom
and Lefty; they spoke or were silent. rs
the spirit moved. He trimmed his boat
with hand rs steady as il all his wishes
had been granted. They counted the con-
steliatlOns and the harbor lights. watched
the stars set, and the gray dawn shine
upon the water, and sunrise WAS just be-
ginning to glow in tender lines of color as
they reached the town. made the boat fast
and stepped ashore. Only q few loungers
were smoking on the wharf. and waiting
for a job or sensation. The widow Girdle
was pulling up her blinds as they passed,
while the hOuseWaid at DR.. SQuills', sweep
ing of the front steps, leaned on her
broom. for all the world like an interroya-
tion point.
That don't look right" said Widow
Girdie-"a teacher OF youth gailivanting
about the country. Where has she been at
this hOurf That's what I'd like to know"
Il dare say you would" said her broth.
| Or. ''SuppOsing you ask"
Bot Mrs. Girdle did better. She asked
her next neighbor. who passed the question
on; and the result was that 10 the course
of . month Lefty was notified that her res
ignation of her grammar school would be
accepted. Mrs. Girdle. shopping In Bos.
ton. one day, met Tom LongwOrthy at
Parker's.
whats the news at Carbondale? ?' he
asked.
News is scarce as money. Mr.. Long,