Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1885-07-09
Miscellaneous.
The Bank Failure.

An SO you've sold YOUR farm BeinIy p"
"Nes. an must say I'm glad OF H. \
lone woman amt got no business a-tTylng -
farm no way. Though must say I've made
ou, pretty well this wear. | cleared $500 on
the wheat, over and above pawn for the
hsrvestin. ihrashn' an the like. An I've
sold the hay. clover an timothy mixed fur
about $500 more. But it., awful wearin' on
a woman. a-tendin' to things an watchln'
that the hands don't shlrk nor noihn'. As
was a-sayIn' q lone woman amt go, no
business with a farm. Twas different be-
fore Aaron died. and Mrs Belinda Bios
som gave a regretful sigh to the dead and
gone Aaron.
"lou needn't be lone woman no
longern YOU want TO, belndy." quietly OBJ
served her sister, Mrs. Jemima Hatch
There's Deacon GIBBS now, would give his
ewes to
"Don't say Deacon Gibbs 10 me-" retor,-
ed the widow. Don't know what he's
after? Don't be know as well as do, that
I've got 5000 put away safe an snug in
the Bluegrass bank ? | haven't doubt he'd
like to git the handlin' of it, but he never
will kin tell him that"
"Sho, now. Beindy," demonstrated Mrs.
Hatch. What's the use o maxim the
poor man out wuss'n he j. ? rdon't know
as he's any likeier to be after the money
than Lawyer Greene"
LAWYER Greene's got money himself, an
il stands 10 reason 'tain't so much of an OBJ
lect TO him. Besides amt said
"Oh, no, you hain't said know, but a
body kin put two and two together, reck-
in. Well, all I've got to say, is Id ruther
have Deacon Gibbs any day, if twas me,
then that smooth spoke, iley lookin lawyer
But must be eitiR' home; BUah'll want
his supper, time it's ready" and Mrs. Hatch
rolled up her knitting. wrapped ii carefully
in cloth and put on her black n-bonnet
and her blue yarn "half-hands.'
You might have stayed TO supper,
Jemima,' said the widow, reproachfully II
was going to have cream cookies and some
of them Lawton blackberry preserves you're
so fond Of"
"Wal, I'd like mighty well to stay Belin-
da, but BJah he'll be a lookin'f fur me TO hev
supper ready when he comes in from the
field. He's allus as hungry as beaver at
night an amt left nothing cooked so he
could get himself bite, reckln better
go. You goin' to Miss Larcoms quitin
next week -
"Oh, / 'spose so. Miss Larcom would
get mified, if didn't" and after another
Hatch got started for home.
Mrs. Belinda Blossom was a typical wild
ow fair, fat and not quite forty, and was
known as the best housekeeper in and
around the neighhorhood where She lived.
With even less personal attractions and
good qualities than she possessed, she might
have exchanged her widows weeds for
bridal attire long ago, had she so desired
However, for some reason best known to
herself, she had preferred to remain "Ione
woman as she called it, so far. Whether
she would remain so much longer was
question which puzzled herself quite as
much as it did some other parties.
1t was the day Of Miss Larcom's quilting,
and the supper was almost ready. The
quilt was already out, ard by little pre-
concerted maneuvre on the part of the fun
loving girls, it had been thrown over the
widows head, when taken out Of the frame
"a piece Of mischief which afforded no little
amusement, as, according to time honored
tradition, whoever the quilt is first thrown
over, is soon to become bride.
Mrs. Blossom wore her honors blushing-
ly, and her cheeks were still covered with
crimson when the gentlemen began to drop
in, just before supper.
Lawyer Greene, who was among the first
to arrive, was profuse in his attentions to
the blooming widow, much to the discom-
future of his less fortunate rival, who could
only sit in corner and cast despairing
glances at the object of his affections
Just look at Deacon Gibbs" whispered
Mahala Williams to Dorcas Lamb. ale
looks like hen on hot griddle, while
Lawyer Greene is a-courtin' the widow"
Dorcas Uttered out loud, whereupon the
deacon grew red in the face, as if aware that
he was the object Of their mirth.
"Wal, 1 reckin III be a-goin', Miss Lar
conn.," he announced, approaching the
hostess a short time later. 81 only just
dropped in to see how YOU was all a-gittin'
along"
"Oh, YOU must stay to supper, deacon
it's Almost ready now. an can't let you go
before that" declared the hostess deter
minedly. But the deacon was equally de-
termined. and 60 he did.