Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1885-03-12

the steps OF the Lee mansion and crowded
| into the empty sleigh. ''Ani, thunder and
/ Mars that Internal Dan Van Rensselaer, is
I a her side. G'laug. Ned" :" savagely. And
| away they all start. laughing. singing. and
4 shouting as only Young people slelgh-riiing
I on fine moonlight night can laugh and sing
! and sAagt
! An hours ride. and then a stop OF an hour
/ or t~a at au old fashioned country hotel
would there we're more Of them for dance.
/ tie sole music for which was furnished by
very old violin, PLAYED by a still older
| darkey. who, the dance ended, proceeded To
I display his musical skIil with much rolling
/ ol tie eyes and stamping Of the right foot.
/ hi performing composition Of his own, the
I theme being The Qacen Bees Visit 10 the
I Garden Of Roses" and the most noticeable
point N which was 'hum-um- com
ncucu- pianlss.mo, creseendo To foTtissimo.
a4d then dlmlngenG0 until the Queen Bee
, ti-w away again. and a supper.
1t the supper an enormous turkey pre-
s'aed, hanked by crisp salads. broiled quAiIs,
and the various pcs Of the country: but he.
To turkey, didn't preside long, for he Was
s'pn reduced 70 much less than skeleton
and then the s.e.gh- we're brought from the
stable, and the heads Of the horses, the
horses nothing 10th, turned honeward aud
tie good-naiared iandady aud the red
headed chamber-maI4, aud Dan Van Rens-
se.aeT and his cEums, had all they could DO
in the way Of searching for articles Of wear
i"g apparel, and helpIng on jackets, and
saa~i> and csoaks. and tyIHg veiis, Tor Al
least fifteen minutes.
Hurry up" at length shout, some ons
from outside. ri you want to get back TO the
city before the mopn turns her back on US.
ana down stairs they 90, peii-mell, heistr-
sSe.ter. aud jump and tumble. and are lifted
iH.o tie slcighs again.
Harold Brown grasp, his own particular
charge from tue group a, they reach the
roadside. and carefully seating her in his
sleigh, heap. the heavy robes around her
ara springs IN himself
ilow love-. she booked to.nigh, :" begins
tl-god. after five minutes silence. You
'geda', speak, toad. After that warm room
and the dance aud the supper. 1t u more
necessary lhat you shouid he careful A..
tast a>k of yea !. t3 listen ~ a listener
,on cant be .4rpasss,l. alshoaSh a. taik-r
..sy most women YOU ar 4p; t. yet ,hns,
Hn'e confused. Bot don, 20 70 sleep, for
Tat IS au .nsa.t cam; and won't stand
D.l tou etar sec such hair2 spun gold
And EoW chstmiusy she wears Il par, IL
sres,h about her pretty head. and pai;
flowing free o,er her pretty shoulders,
Blondes lhere', only one blonde in the
world aaa that, Alberta Lee.
Her SKIN is Ike tie snow with the moon
iIi, npon IL. ana beng beautiful because
.ne j. 50 far. suppose i, wouldn't be fair
10 me 10 even dream rf her turning BroHn
"a l.-..I
brute heard bat dreadful attempt al Joke,
and iI,pd to run away. S0-o-o. old felio.
F won't DO !, again. And she never spoke
90 me. Cora And vet when We were hoy
aud gifl together ! have stolen manv a Kiss
from that sweet red mouth unreproved, and
she used to call me my Harold let me
see-tlst must have been eight Wears ago.
And then as she grew older she grew more
sh>; bu; / was Harold st,ll, often dear
Harold, until her father, VINO shows what
an utter idiot he is. in spite Of bis years. BY
encourasIa. that greater idiot. Van Rens-
seaer. made that lucky Int in Wall street.
and the whole family went abroad 10 learn
how to PLAY the arIs,ocrat to humble friends
al home.
Its true didn't go near her tonight.
There were too many around her The rose
that all are praisng Is not the rose for me-
And The dance should have liked 10 have
danced with her. the dance We danced to-
( gether IN the long ago she gave TO Louis
/ Vance, the very man came near knocking
! down one evening al her mouse for taking
her picture from her album and putting 1t in
his breast pocket, with some silly, spoony
remark about his heart. How her mother
g!ared al me as ! snaehed il from his hand !.
and she said with cool drawl, PRAY, Mr..
Brown, wha, IS it to you|
deuce take her lovely exasperating I'M
pudcnce. She well knew what it was to me.
the golden-hared. llly-white little hypo-
critic | suppose she'll marry that Van
Z Rensselaer, Il and he muttered something
which didn't sound ike blessing between
( hI, teefh-"or some of his set, not one Of
whom is worthy to hold her fan, the bonnie
wee thing as our old Scotch nurse used TO
SAY, y,'-breaking off with what in woman
we would call hysterical laugh Il say,
SIS, are you asleep? You needn't say a word,
my butterfly just shake your head"
The worsted things and wells that formed
the butterfy's cocoon moved slowly and
with difficulty from side TO side.
"All right dear. feel as though | must
talk tonight. and to whom can talk but
YOU, my darling? my little sister who has
never withheld her love and sympathy from
me, God bless her. But, Cora. if any poor
fellow had loved you all mis- life long, and
YOU had led him TO believe for many wears
that YOU had returned his affection, and then
growing richer. as he, through no fault of
his own, grew poorer, if YOU turned away
from him. and smiled upon those who were
only his superiors in wealth and position, I'd
dsown you. Mouse Of IN, life, | would in
deed -
"But suppose the poor fellow never told
his love, when We met after a long separa-
ton ?" whispers the "mouse Of his life"
.'ln words. you mean Pskaw. there are
a hundred ways in which man can tell his
love ard a woman knows every one of them
by heart
but suppose" in another faint whisper,
.that when she returned from abroad she
found him a man much less manly than
the youth she had left that he could stoop
TO believe that because he had become poor,
as the world goes, she could forget the hap
pv. happy days they had spent together, and
and cared for each other? Suppose he
lent ready ear to silly reports about her
one, for instance, that she was engaged to
be married t. that idiot Van Rensselaer, p"
/ .'Cora !"
No reply.
'.Cora, | say "
Perfect silence.
"You tormenting little thing shaking
her gently with his strong right hand d-"why
don't YOU answer me won't give you a
kiss for week if you don't. There's some
thing uncanny about you, Where's your
lisp? You had one short time ago; you
know YOU did, Cora?"
my names Alberta. please, sir;" and
the veil that had hidden her face flew aside.
and long tress of golden hair foated out
and frightened the night.
The reins fell from HaroId's hands. Al
berta caught them skiIfully.
''fis wetl,' she said, s.that in those by
gone days you taught me how TO drive"
For one moment her lover gazed at her in
opeh eyed wonder. Then he gasped, sGreat
| heavens : vhat fool ~