Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1884-10-09
Poetry.
Weighed in the Balance. .

Get ou'. Sou Old scamp r
Il was brilliant July dlv. with skies Of
&, ad!css blue. the air scented with clover
blossoms. aas the brook vending its me
.u.loGs way under green masses oi pepper
,a.4t: aad NJ. Carey. Who had walked
lu.g distance and hai Just fallen into a
dakc. under the refreshing shadow Of
.alrleG aid apple tree. started galyaniclliy
ur al Ia, ungenlc address
.Ma'am. SAID he. II assure YOU am not
II, passing ! -
Blu, his apologize word, were cut short
by the raiting OF a stout stick on the stone
wall, close to him and IN another moment,
a bcllgercnt looking red ccw, came plung-
ing through the high grass, directly toward
his haven OF refuge.
lie started to run, but his foot catching
in the gnarled root OF an ancient tree, he
fell heaaong. The COW executed hurdle
leap over his PROSTATE form, and vanished
in a dump Of hazel bushes and resoluie,
bright-eyed woman, of some forty odd wears,
came 10 the rescue, with a tapping sun
bonnet tied over her ears, and a stick bal
anced over her shoulder
Don't strike - pleaded Mr.. Carey. I'm
getting off the premises as fast as can.
assure YOU, didn't know was ,respass-
ing
Desire Weiland blush-d very pre,,ily, as
she pushed back the sun-bonnet, and en-
deavored TO adjust her luxurIant red brown
hair. which had broken loose from its pins.
..Oh, I'm so sorry :" said she. "lt wasn't
YOU meant al all, sir; II Was the COW who
had got into the cabbage-patch Did | hit
YOU with the stick But never dreamed of
any one bu, Bossy being there. oh, do let
me run home and get the camphor bottle z
Slowly, Mr.. Carey raised himself 10 a sit
ing ana then TO a standing posture; slowly
ne felt bis knees. elbows and collar-bones.
I'm not hurt" said he-'not to signify,
that is Ii wasn't YOUR stick, maam ; It was
the root, Of this contounded old tree. Its
enough to slartle any man. don't you see
10 hear himself ca!led-an old scamp"
But il wasn't YOU meant breathessly
cried Desire 1T was the old COW. Won't
YOU let ne run up 10 the house and get
capclne plaster? Oh. DO =
Desire was fair 10 look upon in spite OF
her forty summers, with big black eyes,
laughing cherry red mouth and cneeks just
Drowned with the healthful hue Of mountain
breezes. Mr. Carey felt himself gradually
>ottening as he looked al her.
NO" said he, 81 don't care for u capcine
plaster. But I've walked good way, and |
should Ike bowl OF coffee II It's handy"
..Oh, pray come 10 the house then" said
Desire ITS only a step across the orchard.
Oh. that COW. that COW. We must certainly
have her hampered after thi,
perhaps, said Mr.. Carey, solemnly, as
he 4 lea1 artd TO straishten the edges Of his
hat. '.vou know . family by the name Of
WelIau4 who ave hcrsabOuts. Two old
maids. Who manage farm all BY them
selves. Very peculiar females, am told
DesIrc stood still and began to laugh,
deep crimson ,utiusing her cheeks.
.Why," erred she "li> US. lt'> me and
MaNina. We are the Wel!anL girls
Il was Mr. Careys turn 10 flush and look
awkward. prw.
..Oh :" sad lie. "We.l, it don't matter
I've business at the Welland farm-that's
all"
Isn't It strange that things should hap
pen 50 2" cried Desire, opening the gate into
The dim. shadowy orchard. where scarlet
lilies grew in the tai. grass, and robins
la jed in and out OF the dropping boughs.
lleres the house. You can see it now.
Maivina and | have managed the farm ever
since father died. Phio-thats our broth
er-h house and an estate of his own,
and his wife don't want any single relations.
Bat we've done very we'll, every one says.
Here's the place, and here's Malyina," :"
Miss Malyina Weland was diligently
hoeing sweet corn in mans hat and boots
She was tall Amazonian sort of female,
hair cut short, and masculine way of lean
ing on her hoe. She looked sharply around
at the sound of footsteps.
"Is it the new hired man ?" said she.
Then, Desire, you may tell him that We
don't want help that comes at this time of
day. I'll have no eight-hour men on my
place.
"Oh, Malvina, hush :" cried tie youngest
sister, in despair. ats a gentleman on
business.
In came brother Philo from the back
yard, with an auger in his hand.
"Eh? ?" said brother Philo, a wrinkled,
hard-featured man in a blue overalls, and
boots that looked as if they might have been
carved out Of lignum Vita. Business? 1t
amt sewin' machine, l suppose, or a new
patent reaper, nor any o these labor-savin'
humbugs? Because"
"Its about YOUR cousin Rolf" said Mr.
Carey-"Paul Welland's son. He's come
Odck from hc LcQucstcu INC ~
come over here, as happened to be passing
this way and see what his relations would
do about giving him home"
At these words Mrs. Philo Welland
emerged from the currant-bushes. where she
was picking the sparkling, ruby-colored fruit
to make jelly. For Mrs. Philo believed in
always picking her neighbor's fruit before
she began on her own.
"a home indeed !" said Mrs. Philo. "It's
what always told you, Philo! Says l. that
manll be sure to come back some day, poor
er than poverty, says l. And he'll expect
US to take care of him then. But we've
worked good deal too hard for our money
me and Philo-and if he wants to be sup
ported. let him just 60 to the poor-house.
Paul Welland always was rovin' creetur,'
and Rolf amt no better, I'll 20 bail :"
Mr.. Philo Welland screwed up his face in
to an expression Of the utmost caution.
"P'r'aps you're his lawyer, sir?" said he.
Mr.. Carey nodded.
81 act for him." said he.
Then tell him." said Philo, succiently,
"that if he expects we're goin' to support
him he's -side-a-bly mistook. We've al
ways took care of ourselves; he can do the
same. Come Betsy, we'd better be goin ="