Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1882-07-13
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A Memorable Trip.

"One Of the g,rls mus, 10 to her a, once.
sad IN, mother
"Bu, mamma" pleaded Drama. Il can't
20. for I'm in the n.lds' Of my post grad
uaie course al college"
I And can't GO brralhlrs.l, aided
/ louise. who had just engaged herself go
/ Young Mr.. Leggeit, ~ho KEEP, the stationery
/ store on the corner. and ~as m = fools para
I dl>c Of bliss.
! "G,fls don't talk such nonsense =" .aid
( ny mother hrIski,. Herr = Your Cousin
/ Pat,c, Poun,r,t. ,lck out IN Wisconsin. and
needing carr and compromising. some
/ one must hasten there"
"let Floss, 20. suggested Oriana.
"les. chimed in'loulse "~hy not Flos-
( ~
But FIo.sy j, such a child" said ny
mother, an pcriurbed voice And"
Il am BeaH, eighteen" .aid | And
Oh. mamma DO let me 20 to r,ch old COUSIN
Patse., and perhaps she will make me her
heircss."
"lb~Ar. dear :" said my mother, - hA. can
have put such uefcenary idea, into the
child's head p"
But Isu't she yer, rich ?" quc,,ioncI.
"Shc Is NefN eocrn,uc." saId nv no, her.
We'll then. Of course she d. rich." nDI-
drd. "Eccrnirlc old maids al~als are
And. oh, It ~il be such fun. and should
80 like 10 see What WISCONSIN !. like
suppose the, have bcar, there, aud girahc..
aud all such ~id beasts"
And ran laughing away after the kitten
which had friskrd ou, among the dafipdIl.
IN the garden. Not, however. 80 far hu,
that could hrar my mother saving. "~hAt
n gk.fF -. fH AstA a.. 4 B.
a laugh
"Oh, let her go II fCou.in Pa,.ey should
take fancy 10 her. II might be the making
Of her fortune Who Know. ?"
So they bought me a new dress, retrlmmed
m. plush hat With cherry .a,in ribbon, and
sent me off Ia Wisconsin. With OrAna.
new travelling bag and mamma's waterproof
CLOAK.
had never travelled before by my-elf.
but quite enJosed the novelty OF the .Itua-
iiou. | had III, novel TO read my little
basket Of fruit and sandW ichcs to fall back
upon, and all the fitting scenery to stud,
from the car windoW and until getting out
al Eardsdale, to buy some oranges Shich
had taken my girlish fancy, nn.took the
car, and found m, ,elf. alone and bewlidered,
IN The midst Of strange faces.
NV bag =" cried. "Oh. left my bag
right here on the seat. and nov II is gone
Aud my check Mas in 1t, and m, ticket
Oh dear oh. dear Wha, shall do p"
And then tail. pleasant faced Young
man came forward. had seen him once or
twice before. passing through the tram.
Was It a black canvas bag" sad he.
with %. H. on ii And was there book
and a shaw lying beside il p
And answered, breathle.sly
"les"
ut is in the back car said he. You
we're sitting there. think. Allow me 10
conduct YOU thither. rhe tram Is in mo.
ton, and it will be difficult TO pass from one
car 10 another"
And thus to nv infinite relief, found my
treasures undisturbed f; and. ali forgetful Of
mammas many cautions, chatted and
laughed with my new acquaintance all the
way to Powder city.
| conhded to him that was going to a
rich cousin, who would probably adopt me-
that had never been away from home
before-that my name vas Flora Harper
that | had twenty dollars in gold in my
pocket book, and a new checked silk dress,
with fourteen little Aounces up the front
Not until he had put me in cab At Pow
der City station, and directed the driver to
20 to Miss Pstsey Pounsett's on the Cedar
road, did realize how foOlishly and un-
necessarily communicative had been.
"Oh, dear - thought to myself, II hope
he's not burglar or a house breaker"
My cousin Patsey did not live in cha
teau or a picturesque Swiss cottage. Itwas
a tumble down old farm house, with a stag
nant pond in front and two dismal weeping
willows at the back.
She lay very i'll in dirty old parlor, with
fire of damp logs sulking in the fireplace,
and general smell of eamphor about the
premises.
She was an ugly yellow-fsced old woman
with booked nose and a moustache on her
wrinkled upper lip.
"Ohr' said she, "You are Mary Harper's
girl from down east ?"
"Yes," said | family. as looked around
at the unearpeted floor and mildewed walls.
What can do for you, Cousin Patsey ?"
"You can take the bellows and blow up
the fire" said the old crone. "And you can
make me some oatmeal Cruel, and to-mor-
row you 20 out and sell yarbs for me-"
Sell" hesitated, uncertain whether
had heard Alright.
"Yarbs :" screeehed the old woman
"Ya-a-arbs; Don't YOU hear me ? Catnip and
penny-rile, and tarrapan, and life-eserlastin'
and sieh-the gsrret's full of em. That's
the way makes my living selling YARDS.
And was mortal feared I'D lose all my Gus
tom with this pesky rheumatic. But us all
right now you've come
So this was my Cousin Patsey! This was
the life of rich refinement to which had be-
lieved myself dedicated. | cried myself to
sleep that night, and dreamed ! was beg
gar girl plodding from door to door.
was up betimes in the morning to cook
Aunt Patsey's breakfast over the kitchen
stove-I, the petted darling of the house
hold. who had never been allowed at home
to know a single care-to clean her room
and TO comb out her tangled white hair.