Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1890-08-28
For the Ellsworth American
Life. .....

| joys and sorrows, Of hopes and fears, q
! joyous meetings after Years Of absenc,
and of bitter parting forever
| For real life Stories-somc glad and som
sad-givc me a quiet New England yilag
with its new houses. its old farms and It
silent, sunny graveyard on the >lopin,
brow If some hill; for these places ar
the scenes Of tales that are da.l, lived an,
are sinking into oblivion Let u pas
through the Village street. Here, on th
left, is an Old farm house. once paiute,
yellow and the grca; barns Suggestive D
thrift and plenty; but now the paint l.
worn from the house. the windows broker
out, the doors and roofs Of the barns ar,
falling away and the tall grass and hlat 4
berry bushes are pushing their way through
the holes in the floor and walks. and III,
wind moan> drearily among The loo,,
boards and rafting shingles There ar,
beautiful green meadows around il
stretching down t. the waters edge, aut
behind the house n few guarltd Old apple
trees are putting forth leaves aud buds
There i bunch OF lilac bushc, at til,
front door aud the sweet, old- fashioned
pink cinnamon roses are climbing n tsn.
gled profusion over the broken wall pear
The house. You can jul; race tie out
Line of what was once q garden and even
bow sweet pink or modest lady- de-
light struggles up through the thick grass
Many people have lived and died here
many young bride has been brought TO
the Old home and many Z dear loved form
has been carried tendcrly out Of those
doors for tAc last time and laid down 10
rest IN the graveyard Oh the hill. where
the yiplet> are grow M now. and later the
dry golden rod Will stand with it- nodiing
plumes. Then the las; troop OF children
grew up and went away and the old folks
were left alone; and after they. too had
been laid ny the side Of those hO went 20
.ong ago, there was Au one who cared 70
come back 10 the crumblin. old home
stead and 50 ii Is fast decaying, through
'ti55 lhe'rtehT, ~ Tie side of the roah
stands another deserted h"u>e-or rather
a vacant house, for no one ever occupied
the rooms and it j.. last following the
ways Of iis aged nciGAoor' II was hulIt
long ago by one Who hoped to brlng IN,
bride TO the new home. winch ne vas max
ing ready Tor heF' ~ oh ihe e't 81 heT
marriage she d!ed suddenly oi heaN ai--
ease and broken heartfelt ne cioseu l"e
house and went - sea Ihe snip was
never heard IRON AFTER SIC !eit port out
let Us nope tAat tAe Two 80 suddenly part.
ed, were reunited IN tAe ne beyond.
mere IN Inc center "i 'ha' Smooth
green held' i an "il ce4-ar "hloh SHOWS
where some setter, Years ago punt III, NJ
lie nome "hich Il long vanished ana the
weeds grow thickly, nearly hiding the cel-
lar from our ssht.
The little white scho"i-houre It nd- Oh
the NH. DID You ever notice that nearly
ali the New England educational ln-ttu
tions," ike the one above mentioned
stand at the top of hill: Perhaps oui
forefa:hers, when they decided upon u,
site had thought II the splendid coast
ing facilities offered and thus, in the win
ter. pleasure could be combined with studl
and no time be lost from work There 4
the store" with its few loungcrs on th,
selves and occasionally venturiDg a shor
remark upon the crops or the weather
A cool brook babbles over the pebbles a
the foot Of the hin and we stop to li>tel
to its murmur. as it flows onward to tn
sea, along the banks friuged with mo,
and white violets
In the neat little white cottage yonder
| live an old sea captain and his wife, bot
well advanced in years, and their childre
are all married and gone away from tn
home nest. used to watch the bent da
ure Of the patient, meek looking wife, q
she walked past my window when I'll
winter sun was sinking cheerlessly behiL
bank Of dull gray clouds and the bitin
wind was moaning drearily around Il
window blinds would Stand and watc
her as she journeyed up the hard, froZe
road, on her way to her daughters hous
a half mile above, and the bent, blacl
robed figure. with the black hood whit
she always wore wound about her hes
and her arms folded meekly, always mac
me wonder what story she carried In h
heart and what sorrow she had know
She told me all one day.
Hes been a hard man to me, Wilfr'
has" she said, lifting her patient eyes
my face, and she went on to tell how s.
had buried three nyhaired children
one week from that dread disease, dip
theria. III was haru' uearie-i he'
thought to live so long as this after tn
went. 1t was all ] had then-the othe
came after. They're all gone now b
two, an though love my boy and g
dearly they can't ever seem the same
them that died SO long ago." and $
wiped a tear away with her toil-worn har
"wilfred has always been hard with Il
but after the children died he's been sol