Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1899-07-26
you agoin' to do any SIGH foolishness; an
that's all there Is about itr,

can't pape wait till he secs Harold she
! sObbed, "beiore he calls him lazy. know
he would like him" Then she seated
herself at a table and wrote the following
letter to the absent lover.
Dear Harold.
Papa was very angry when he received your
| letter this morning and forbade me having any
| more 10 say TO you. lie has great horror OF
| all who cannot work a. hard me does and
| thinks an artist docs not work for a living. But
| | love you Just the same, dear Harold. and Will
| wait for YOU Is Icing as needful, and when
| you have become famous perhaps he will give
his consent to our marriage But for the pres.
eut, good bye.
remain your loving
LIZZIE.
When Mr.. Brown came in to dinner, his
conscience smote him as he noticed
| Lizzies fearful eyes and sorrowful coun-
| teHanee, but he said to himself "It's no
use, them artist chaps is all alike, a shift
less set, and she will git over it in time
About a week later when Mr.. Brown
came in to dinner, he said 81 wish knew
where | could get an extra man to work
| forward, that want to get my farming
in as soon as possible; this is good weather
! for seed to sprout."
Isn't there some one around the neigh
| borhood you can get?" asked his wife.
"Where are Mr. Jones' boys this spring.
| They are all away from home,
answered Mr.. Brown. "But who is this
| coming down the road? A stranger, and
coming here, too; what can he want?"
"Can you accommodate me with some
| dinner, sir, as it is near the dinner hour
and have been walking some distance
and feel very hungry" asked he stranger
| as Mr.. Brown opened the door III answer
/ to his rap.
! YES, indeed, walk right in. We are
I Jest goin' to eat our dinner now. Another
plate, wife"
/ AS the meal progressed, Lizzie found
/ herself often CHANGING at the handsome
| bearded man at the opposite side OF the
table, and wondering what made his APP
/ pearance so familiar.
Coin fur" inquired MIR. Brown,
| glancing at the stranger who was quietly
| eating his dinner.
! swell, hardly know he replied, 81
am looking for job. ! would like to find
a chance to work on farm. Do you hap
| pen to know of any one who is in need OF
help?"
why, yes, sir, need man myself
| Was just wishing | knew OF some one
could hire for a month. But do you
know anything about farming?" and Mr..
Brown glanced suspiciously at the mans
| hands, which did not look as il they had
seen much farming for some time at least
81 was brought up on farm" and
noticing Mr.. Browns glance, he added 81
have had severe illness and have not
+, worked any on a farm since"
"Wa'sl now, | guess you air jest the
man want, providin' you're not afraid
of work, or soilin' your hands," remarked
Mr.. Brown, sand il you air mind to stay
an work for me will pay you good wages,
and you can go to work right now, this
afternoon. But what's your name?'
"Winchester, striving Winchester"
replied the man as he and the farmer
passed out OF the house.
"What pleasant looking man he Is"
work, and many times during the after
noon she found herself thinking OF her
fathers hired man, and when supper time
came her fath said he was very pleased
with his new help. "Seems fust rate
TELLER, an willin' to take right holt and
do his part"
Lizzie noticed several times that Mr..
Winchester cast admiring glances after
her, as she fitted about helping her
mother with the household labor. After
the hired man had retired Mr.. Brown
said to his daughter:
There, Lizzie; that is the kind OF man
for farmers girl to marry; worth half a
dozen OF your silly artists. No foolin'
about that Teller, tell you. He looked at
you kind of admrin' like; who knows
but he may fall in love with you yet, eh?"
"Hush! father" replied Lizzie, 81 love
Harold and will never marry any one
ese."
"Bosh," growled her father as he started
for bed.
Three days passed away and each day
found the farmer loud in his praises of
Mr.. Winchester. "Jest as smart as a
whip, and willin' too," as he expressed 1t.
And Lizzie found him a very entertaining
companion in the evenings. She found
that he had good education, had travelled
some and it was pleasure to listen to his
conversation.
One evening Lizzie went for walk in
the field. She had not gone far when she
heard step behind her, and looking back
she saw her ather's hired man close be-
hind her.
"Please don't send me back" he said.
sob, Lizzie, don't you know me?" and in
moment he had removed his beard, and
there stood Harold Irving, her lover
so. Harold, Harold" cried Lizzie, who
would have thought OF such thing!