Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1885-03-19
Miscellaneous.
A Love Match.
BY b. MARION CRAWFORD.

|, Was chill, November night when tie
train got into Hampden.
Hampden was one OF those new. unfinished
places, which require the brightest Of .uu-
light, the greenest frame Of quiverins leaves
TO make them at at, pFcseuiab,e And in
the gray. uncompromtsing medium uf the
November dusk iiampden looked dreary
enough. with the dark chmneys cf the new
silk mills rising GU, Of the hcmloCl aoods.
the staring Queen Anne depot. the church.
which bore strong tamiN resemblance to
chlid's wooden tos and the stone quarry II
the left, which reminded the thoughtful look
er-on OF gigantic fortiicaion in an un-
finished state.
Hump = said Mrs. Nede,, as ,he looked
around ner. "A queer place"
Her niece Phehe was there 10 NEE, her
with box wagon and a whi'e-Dosed old
horse.
Folks can't always choose where the, re
TO live. SAID Phebe, who was always in
state Of antagonism To Mrs. Medley. and
Hampden Is good enough for me
How IS Philip asked Mrs Medley
Philip is we'll" said Phebe. a. she
helped the depot boy 10 hoist Aunt Medley,
trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs Medley. fa,nrile
nephew. She had paid hi. bills a; school.
superinitnded his fortunes and finally par
chased share for him in the new sir mills
Hes all I've got, sad Mrs. Medley.
except Phebe, and Phehe and never d,i
mitch horses together And want him to
succeed IN he ~orld
Bu, within few DAYS new claimant had
arisen TO Aunt Nedieys protection and ten
der consideration.
10 be sure, she is no relation 10 me-"
said Mrs Medley. Bat her mother va,
my dearest friend and think viii adopt
her TOR my sake.
Ant I, was scarcely an hour from the time
IN which she learned thai Silvia Gray Was
an orphan that She wrote a Kind letter to
the glri asking her 10 come 10 the East for
visit.
"lf YOU like 1t, my dear, there need be no
occasion for your gong back" she wrote
We are both alone. Let Us be companion,
to one another
She had waited and waited and no reply
had arrived; and while she waited a plan had
developed Itself IN her mind.
III she Is her mothers daughter she can't
help being pretty" said Mrs., Medley. phil
Is handsome lad. She shall marry Pail :"
And this explains Mrs. Neie,s presence
at Hampden.
Il suppose you are still keeping hol>e for
Philip said SHE u Pnebe. as they drove
along in the chfii twilight.
NO, said Phebe sklIlfully guiding the u!d
horse down steep place in the roai.
"lie boards, eh ?" said Mrs. Medley
NO, he don't board" answered Pncbe
His wife keeps house for hun"
Nv hat =? said Mrs. Medley.
"iie is married" announced Phehe, sery
much in the tone IN which she might have
said III is cold evening" or "the train is
late.
Philip married 2? repeated the OLD LADY
-"marrled Stop, Phebe don't drive a step
further Turn around at once. Take NE
back TO the station. III return TO Con-
cord
"Ain't YOU going to see Philip ?" asked
Phebe.
Not If he's married." answered Mrs.
Medley, IN ehoked voice.
'He's got proper, nice wife," Pleaded
Phebe. .'iou'll like her
NO, shan't, answered Mrs. Medley.
.Phiiip-marr'ed. Phebe, if you don't turn
around III get out and "a" "
Mrs Nediey's viii was like adaman;. and
Pheoe Barrow was forced to succumb 10 IT,
Ana so II happened that fhe6e and The
white messed pony arrived solitary and alone,
at the little cottage OF the mill superintend-
ent half an hour later
Phi came INTO the porch, carrying a amp
IN his hand;
Mrs Phil ran after him, with pink apron
tied around her trim waist and her brown
fringe OF hair blowing oaek IRON her lore
head,
:" here s my Aunt sad fhi. as fheoe
jumped out Didn't she come
She came, SAID Phebe, curtiy; 'but
she gone oack again.
"Gone oaeS asain
Yes. She aunt Ike II because you We
got marriedi she gone oacA oy 'hs ''oo
tram. -,
'oh, fhil eried Mrs blrf9"' "ho was
a round. eherry-cheeAed ii'tle "onian' WIZ
SOL nazei eyes ana NOUN la IKE foseoud.
what shall we do: why dldnt yoa
consult her before you married me
fhii barro" oroke INTO great iaish-
MY dear. sad he' ut wasn't her con-
sent ! wanted !, was yours.