Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1885-05-28

| always gallant to beauty and recognizes il
| quickly, but 1t is time for work and the far
mer will not waste any more words.
Down the long, sandy road they are CON-
ing now by scores; girls in thin, silky cali
Goes with huge sun-bonnets boys and men
in various habiliments. loose. baggv and
comfortable, with a sprinkling Of children,
looking like prematurely old men and
women. but all eager for the beginning Of
the picking and the counting up Of gains.
Over in the bog, cleaning in the morning
sunlight the lines dividing the pickers have
been run the bright lin measures are ready;
the superntendents are stationed, and the
crisp, glistening fruit is shining and ginting
and winkling at its pickers.
II was queer work for Josephine Brayton.
bu, she was all aler, and ready. and her
! def skIllful fingers. fresh 10 the business,
made quick havoc among the vines. Two
dollars day, Maggie had said she could
generally make and that meant good many
/ quarts of berries TO be picked and carried TO
the counter up in the office. but she would
Try. and the STOPPING not so bad if you
| only got the kuack Of it. So busy was she
at first that she scarcely looked at her fell
low workers, only throwing a word now and
then 10 Tom. the Crumston boy. who was
her firm ally and constant attendant and
who picked Just the other side OF the line on
her right. or 10 a small girl. odd looking and
tired. who worked on her left. Going up TO
the store-house, on an errand, early in the
morning, Tom had Chanced 10 meet the
new Teller upon whom many glances had
been cast by the ahorigints IS be appeared
amongst them. Pe,ring under the broad
bFimmed NAT Tom had made discovery
and an interchange of couriesies had ensued,
which would have quite surprised the other
member, of the Crum,,on family had they
been witness.
NUNS the word Tom-unders p
Mum il is Mr. -
Hush don't speak TO me to-day
Not speak; saver read about my
{ Jacknife, didn't yer ?"
y tan,alziug glimpse Of shining horn
and siee. something is oil his answer, but
when Tom goes back, be resumes his pick
ing "elsrw hither"-as Fpstus has it-and
the rev fcl!er" is hard at work in his Old
F., place.
Tom. said Miss Bray,on, little later.
did you ever see an,one's measure fill as
quick as mine ? Al this rate shall make
more than Maggie you are not helping me,
( are YOU 2'
A. there comes no response 10 her ques-
/ ton, she turns about 10 see Just behind her.
on the right, no sturdy. stumpy Tom. but {.
( fine slender figure in dark grey flannel suit
+ and : broad hat well over the face.
"Oh, beg your pardon
The head bows bot It says nothing Thu.
is provoking Mis-. Bra,ton is used 10 at
tracing attention and this head does not
even give her a glance her measure is filed
+ with wonderful rapidlty, but she reflects that
she works faster and talk. less than her
companions. How queer they all look :,
Sun-bouneted heads bobb.ng up ana down,
pins. blue and drab. olI straw hats with
tufts Of tow -co,ored hair pr5truding, bob in
company; slowl, her gaze travels round to
her neighboF.
Sarah. she say. to the girl on the left,
"who i, thar man p"
"A new feiirr Miss | see Mr. Crumston
talking to him last night"
Il don't believe he's a Colder"
What did yer call him, Miss ?"
Mss BraSton bushes. as she would no,
willingly hurt any ones feelings, and falls to
picking. Owing 10 the rapidl,y with which
her measure is filled, she accompanies her
da,', work early. and her first earnings
aa alt her. That nighi she attacks Tom be-
Cause of MS deserIOu, ard orders him TO be
on hal,d the next morning he promises. but
goes down to the village after supper. on a
mysterious errand, and the next day finds
the same arrangement Of plckers at the bog.
MIs, Braytnns curiosity is excited aud
her ln'eres, in the picking is tiagging !;
she begins Ia calculate ho. she can make
np Naggle's money in some other aay, but
s'ifI her measure fills rapidly and her gain.
are increasing. Something IN the quiet tig
ure at her side, the sloping shoulders and
firmly set head, reminds her of some one
else who went away awhile ago, something
in her htart--she was not quite sure vet
whether II j. a sorrow or great throbbng
JOY She had sent him away herself; she
was not enough of her own heart she
I mad thought him too much Of an ease-lover,
too >eifIndugent and luxurious still she
missed him and there was no denying 1t.
4 What made this quiet stranger remind her Of
him she stops moment and takes a look
al something IN her pocket, something sus-
pc.ou,Is like Photographic then she steal,
glimpse at her neighbor what nonsense 3,
there's not bit Of resemblance no heavy
mOustache, no laughing brown eyes. Mus
ing thus. Miss Brayton forgets her where
abputs, until she becomes aware of some
nce-ookIng hands scrabbIing about near
her and sees her overturned measure with
It's crimson contents scurrying back TO their
I native haunts.
'Dont trouble Yourself, she says stiffiy.
1T Is only pleasure returns low. full
vote.
decidedly not Colder" thinks Miss
Br4yton.
You are very kind now you should let
me help you; am very fast picker" she
adds presently. Miss Brayton is not of a
patronizing turn of mind. but she has felt
herself queen Of the field before, and she
| does not understand this silent aborer and
thinks she will draw him out. you will
get behindhand.' She then fances she de-
/ tects a smile about the corners of her COM
panlon's mouth and does not like it.
"Don't mention it, he returns to her last
remark and then falls TO work
This is exasperating lady cannot do
all the talking she thinks, and then laughs
as she remembers drawing room etiquette is
scarcely the rule IN a cranberry bog. ''What
shall | do? | can't tip over my measure
again; | might kick over his but he would
just bring out his polite little speeches. and
then draw in again, like a turtle in his
she'll
Miss Brayton meditates she has not been
a belle in society for nothing; she knows a
trick or two and she will not let this nys-
ferrous, elegant looking Chesterfield of a
cranberry picker treat her with such exas-
perating coolness. They worked on in ST.
lence, for short time suddenly Miss Bray
ton gives quick little moan, throws off her
sunbonnet puts her hand to her head and
then sinks down, graceful little heap, on
the ground.
Instantly the tall figure at her side springs
up; two streams of crimson berries pour out
and, with mu,tered exclamation, he snatch
es Miss 10 in his arms and strides out to-
wards the wood-ot bordering the bog.
Clear the way" be says to the gaping
| villagers, who clustered round. "rom. YOU
rascal, get some water. My darling" be
murmurs, .'how could YOU be so foolish !?
Are you hurt, dear, are you faint p
Ii he had not been truly anxious he nigh,
have known that red cheeks, crimson lips
and quivering eyeids do not betoken faint
ness. sunsiroke or cataepsy.
oh put mo doun Euuepa Rra1f,rJ