Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1885-07-30

shade and greeuaes> "eTe. | hc desire TO
bring il nearer suggested another thought
TO N,a.Ie. Some vines would be 50 nice
at this window. mother. | could plant them
if YOU would iei I.m d.S little spo; out
there.
"le.. but If We ever get the house fixed
up a. We want II. wc sha.! have shutters AZ
that window
But We don't know wren we can do that,
and the vines would he 30 pretty now"
urged Neaiie.
Pretty Well, yes. Il We had the hole
Yard trimmed and laid out as it should be.
/ hope We shall have it some day bu, a
stray vine here and there seems hardly
worth fussing over when We can't have the
whole done.
Nealie sighed but was silent. and present
" Inn came IN With an armful cf wood
"Nsslie." he SAL, pau>ing near her table,
''if you'd just sew this Sleeve up Lutte.
The old thing tears aHfui easy. and / just
hit Il against a uaIl.'
lie spoke low. but Mr.. Barnels quick
ears caught the words.
That jacket torn again. Tim | never
saw such boy 10 tear lhngs 10 pieces
No. Nealie can't stop to mend il now, and
can't either. I've been intending 10 get YOU
d new one, but there doesn't seem much
chance to make ANYTHING new while YOU
conjrIve 10 make much patching and
darning on the old.
Mr. Barney shut the oven door with
snap Tim was the hired boy. nd-Eearted
but careless, and he was rather dl>courasing.
Board and clothing sometimes appeared 10
her high price for MS services. Hurry.
now, and pick some cu,rants ior dinner
she said.
Tim took the tin pail pointed out to him,
but be did not hurry as be passed with
couded face down the walk. The thought
/ Of new Jacket would have been very pleas
ant a-few minutes before, buI it had sudden
/ ly lost It's attractiyeness. The boy drew his
/ bushy brcws into scowl, and soon as he
was out Of sight of the house, threw himself
upon the grass and began his currhnt pick
ing in a very lesurely style. Then II was
that Sister Searls drove up in her rafting
old buggy, with horse that was, as Tim
said, "a lar old revolutionary pen
/ sioner.
'If can't have fine horses and carriages,
/ | can take deal of comfort with these"
was always Sister Searls' CHEEKY comment
upon her equipage. She had an errand at
Mrs. Barney's and had stopped on her way
to the village. \ plump, rosy-faced little
woman she was, not young, only that She
belonged TO the class of people who never
grow old: neatly dressed, though il was
..but that old popin made over Mrs. Bar
ney noticed while she was talking, wonder
ing little that she should have taken the
trouble. when she surely needed new
one"
This room is too warm to ask any one
to sit in,' she said, apologetically, placing a
chair for ner caller just outside the door.
when we are able to have the house al
tered to suit US shall not have a stove here
in the summer"
In the meantime YOU have this nice cool
porch. What pleasant place ii Is = said
Sister Sears admirngly.
"Yes, if one had time to enjoy it, an
swered Mrs. Barney, with an uneasy laugh.
I'm so hurried. trying to get everything
about the place in just the right order, that
don't have time !"
"Take time, Sister Barney, take time %
said Mrs. Sears, smiling, but earne silly.
Make the most of what you have while you
are working for something better. Don't
crowd out any little sweetness you have, to
make room Tor some great Pleasure tnat
farther of. You see," she added, blushing
little. as if her words needed excuse, Its
something had TO learn myself, years ago
never trample on daisies in wild chase
after roses. The roses | haven't found, but
the daisies have been enough TO make the
path bright"
Mrs. Barney looked upon her in some
perpexity, as she took her departure. She
had listened with one-half her mind on the
loaves of bread in the oven. and the other
half did not fully comprehend what had
been said.
daisies and roses don't see what any
sort of flower has to do with wanting new
Kitchen But there. suppose ministers
wives. even if they are only country minis
ters' wives, hear so much such talk that il
comes natural to them. Bits of old sermons,
like as any way. Dear me! / don't gel
much time for poetr, in nv life I'm sure Of
that. How Tim does loi,err'
Tim, meanwhile, had sauntered out from
among the bushes, and was engaged in un-
tying the old horse that Mrs. Searls had
fastened as securely as ifit could be induced