Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1879-04-17

long. mere - sunshine WITHOUT nAppl'
ness. and stiffness without rest.
| look In the glass-l am all eyes; my
face IS sharpening out. my collar bones
protrude. am getting wispy and thin, SO
much for putting my trust ln man.
Old Snlper looked at me to-day, even
kindly and said;
Mis-. 10. you need 4 vacation OF a wee.
or so. This hot weather. the country will
do you good, and you can work better on
your return.
so thank him. thinking sadly that nc
trip IN the country can make me happy
now; that | Am heir henceforth only @
~oman's undisputed legacy, tears. and
longing after the love and appreciation
she will never receive.
The big hearted manager OF the road
who is acquainted with me, has given me
= pass 10 81. Paul aud return. care but
little which way | 20, and have selected
thi. route because 1t passes through the
town where Fred Langley lives. Though
| half desplse him for his ickleness, sfill
ihsve \ woman's curiosity to ride through
the city, even though only catch glimpse
OF his Office windows.
! got me a brown poplin travelling dress
| dud that old maids generally have q
brown poplin. and the older they get the
have slways hated red. cannot see ny
way clear Just yet TO putting 1t on my bon
net, so get q more youthful bunch OF pale
blush roschuds for ms hat
one hot bright July day set out on ms
lonely trip; once seated In the train by tn,
open window. my spirits rise, for AWAY.
did love 10 ride in the cars; there j. q
pleasant rush and excitement about the
"a rata "a fNt fast
through white towns. over bridges aud out
into the vast Wisconsin prairies-no not
smooth and rolling like those OF llllnoi'
aud Iowa, but rough snd Jagged. full o.
rocks and ragged thick"ts, with little cab
ins act down here aud there, like birds
nests IN the grass, focks of ragged chill
dren troop out of these and stare A. III,
passeugers-the dear little dirty creatures
Wha: an inventory they take oi my NJ J.
~aukee bonnet, ani my dusty suit Her,
is Geld all starred with swsmp-ilies
scarlet lobelias and Wild asters. How
long 10 get out and gather some.
see By the towns on my ticket, aut
know By the warni1. whistle, that We are
within Il mile OF fred's home. The big
manufacturing town is already Ia sight
the sand aud sawdusi and coal smoke /,
flying. or course | have NY head an,
i
my eyes and mouth foil OF ciuders sm gap
| ing wildly about me.
The train CRATES, jars and stops. IN,
usual amount OF women with boxes, bud
| gets and psIssols bundle of the train. tn,
Teachers Association il held here thi
week. and a tribe OF women get of also
( teacher written all oser them, from thei
ugly hsts To their ugly shoes.
Can believe my eyes? Who l. It step
/ up aud shakes hands with two OF the lauk
est, mos, wizened old maids OF them all
| bat my darling Fred. with a smile as swee
| as the morning. takes the sAlchel. aut
shawls, and turns To the lady who Is will
! him. whom know by the elegance of he
/ dress and a certain high bred sweetucs
/ about her, il his sister. The oldest mai,
says
( 80 Kind OF you. Mr.. Langley. to NEE
Us We should have been quite oewild
cred in this big plscr. SO good in you :,
I take go much trouble"
No trouble-most hsppy;" but he say
( 1t rather languidly.
/ He glances up at my window, and II
/ spite OF clnders and SCOT. my csved-in bon
net, my hair all flying and ny cheek
/ burning like lige Goals, he knows me. ant
I drops the satchels.
Take the shawl a moment, sis, hear
/ him say, and in another second he i. OF
/ the train. leaning over my seat with IN
/ hand held tightly in his. asking me a dOzel
! questions ia breath.
/ Il am going to 81. Paul" is all hay'
time to answer; aud he whispers, "Goo,
bye, hgnon; | will see you again anC
/ he is of the cars as the bell begins to ring
| catch one more glimpse OF him, as th'
! train moves of, helping his sister, and the
! old maids with their satchels, and thei
I ankles like aX-helyes. into the carriage;
/ see him take the front seat beside the ont
with the red poppes In her bonnet, touct
/ the reins, and the horses are of like birds
How | envy that old maid, though she ha'
| a wart on her nose and looks like las
| years mullen stalk,
! Something gets into my threat and choke
| me. and refuse the orange the man ia III,
| next seat with the big beard, offers me
! Something chokes me all the way to ST
/ Paul.
| Ii may have been the green peach hay,
eaten; but think it is the old maid
| Why did let him speak TO me so fsmll
| iarly and call me "Misnon," his old nam,
for me? Why did l not pull my hanC
| away:
busy myself with such thoughts as thes,
until We have crossed the boundary lines
and have entered Minnesota; here th.
scene gets wilder and wilder. the broaC
Mssissippi winds lszily along at the foo
OF its tall bluffs, with trees topping un
comfortably oil along their steep sides
| close TO the car windows great walls o
rocks rise, oh, so high up in the air! Tn
train balances dizzily along like a rop'
walker, over hign skeleton bridges an,
! lsIpas nf limeafnpp ropk where seans !.
| If the least Jar would send as down. down
dare not think how far.
| ride along in 4 sort of q mist until W,
reach st. Paul. What a queer, elevate,
town II is, rs II every house in it hat
climbed up and sat down on the top OF tn
hill get out in . pouring rain, great.
! to the detriment of my bonnet | stop a
one OF the grsndest hotels there, the Me
| trOpoliran. aud say TO myself. spiteiully =
Il will enjoy myself once, though
starye the rect OF the year.
Rather = dreary magnificence. however
for got tired the first day wandering u
and down the parlors and long halls.
grow restless the second day and want L
90 home As to Minbehaha Falls, what
bsby-fslls to come SO far TO see! gro,
SO tired of the strange faces and the seer
cry, that by the third day my brillian
summer utUut - xctttuk " VIC uuOedi oots
when boy brings up a card with Fre
Lapgley's name engraved upon 1t.
/ rry not to make indecent haste dow
irto the psrlor. but somehow my feet wi
take me two steps at time.
Fred is there, with an open letter 10
pink envelope in his hand, which zee
close scrutiny 10 my poor old letter write
! . year ago, telling him about ~ sisters.