Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1897-06-03

dreadfully.
"Villainl Scoundrel Monster" he
yelled in frightful tones. 'I've lost my
temper for sartin and now -
- you III scalp ye."
passer- by n second later would have
seen a wild-eyed youth, minus hat, fit
over the barnyard fence yelling. murder,
with n ghost-like form uttering inhuman
oaths, tapping in the night wind close
behind. Down through the orchard they
flew and into the alder swamp, and then
where the snow still lay in a huge drift
Philo lost the faxed and maddened
parent. Philo hid in cump OF cedar
and saw the old man poke round in bare
feet in the snow for awhile, and Philo
says hat pas eyes shone green.
Soon he heard the door slam and he
knew that pa had gone and Philo took his
way, strangely enough, back to the house.
He could not think OF going home until
he found that the dear girl had recovered.
He peeped in at the window and his heart
stood still for Joy. They were sitting
around the fire. place and the girl was
showing the mouse and telling how it
happened. Not only that but it seemed
that the girl had come to think OF him
as blooming idiot and WAS revealing to
her parents all the foolish nonsense that
he had ever spoken as a confederation OF
her belief that Philo was really a fool
At this Philos heart nearly stopped still
with agony, aud with groan he turned
his wan face toward Brooksville, never to
return to Downing's again.
The fog had cleared away and stiff,
cold nor'Nest breeze had sprung up.
Phlo'4 coat was a sIimsy spring affair and
he had neither rubbers nor mittens, they
having been lost III the chase. # seemed
as il his very soul WAS freezing. AT
Dodge'+ corner he broke into dead run
up he Reach road, and did not slacken
until after he had reached Sargentville.
Il guess I'll have to wake Jason Haskell
or die :" said he to himself. Jason lives
in the small house on the outskirts OF
Brooksville-a very brave man to talk
but quite skittish after dark, as many
brave soldiers are. Philo knew Jason's
weakness, for they we're brought up
toget her at To-day Pond.
With haven in sight Philo's courage
came back, and strongly enough after all
his woes the thought of soaring Jason
came at once into his mind
He reached the door and knocked, then
danced the hoppe clog on the step to
.:eep warm.
"Who's there" asked Jason timidly.
Let me ill.," answered Phio in an
awful tone.
Nv to are you and hat do you want?a
asked Jason.
I'm freezing to death and | want to
get in" answered Philo truthfully.
',Who are you?" reiterated Jason.
"Oh, please, Mr. Haskell, do let me in.
We are perishng," answered thin,
feeble voice.
"Mercy," said Jason, encouraged.
"Why didn't We say We had a woman with
ye?" and he rushed to unlock the door.
Il want to know who we are, though,
before We come in, r." said Jason on second
thought.
Were from Teddy Pond" said the
thin voice, "oh do let US in
Jason opened the door just wide enough
to look out and Philo wit rush forced
! his own head through the aperture.
This sudden move scared Jason, who
braced himself and pressed the door
against Phlo's neck while he yelled with
all his might.
Philo's neck was squeezed until the
breath stopped and his senses began to
reel! Jason's wife, Jane, came down with
another lamp and long stove poker,
The lamp she held aloft but the stove
| poker she brought down with terrible
force upon Philo's pate. Then Jason
eased up on the door and the limp form
! OF a man rolled into the entry and lay
there before them as IL it was a corpse
ooh, You coward, Jason HASKELL ex-
claimed Jane, forgetful of her own deX-
ferrous swipe with the poker. You ve
killed that poor, infortinet tramp aud
she busted herself with preparations for
his restoration, il that We're possible
while Jason looked anxously out the
door.
"By snum." said Jason, "that pore
womsn's got scat and run away to die, -
and he began hurriedy preparing for a
trip out into the night in search of the
owner OF the thin voice.
"Iand sakes aliven exclaimed Jane
suddenly. "Ef it amt Philo Curtis from
To-day Pond. "
"PhiIo Curtis?" exclaimed Jason.
well, be snum! Philo's jokn' again.
/ Don't rub his hands any more, Jane ties
/ only -hammin' | do believe. III kick
/ him once for luck anyway And Jason
delivered solid Kick upon the PROSTATE
form \ deep sigh and groan followed
the kick and Jane began applying re-
sturatives, and soon Philo sat up and
stared dreamily around. Then his eyes
closed and he rolled over in dead faint.
Hes dead sure,' cried Jane. "Oh, ia
son, you hitch up quick and go for DR..
! Hagerthy over to Sedgwick."
/ jason lost no time in complying.
''It you can't get Dr. Hagerthy, keep
! right on to Dr. Herrick's down on the
Naskeag road, Brooklin, an ef he aint to