Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1901-04-10
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:: Not a Butterfly. !.

second act of "Sonnambula.,
From the proscenium boxes the great
auditorium looked like garden Of NOV
ing flowers. To Eliab Brown it resem-
bled picture Of the dazzling scenery Of
the arabian Nights"
| THAT "a what you call an opera matt
nee, eh?' said the old man at length,
leaning back and taking off his glasses.
well. | do wish your Aunt Sary was
here to see it. Not that the music suits
me. It's all kind O. mixed up"
Katy Sumner laughed at her uncle's
ideas of musical excellence, but she put
her little gloved hand caressingly on the
| old mans.
A group of young men stood lounging
In the lobby. languid and effeminate look
ing.
Haven't seen Wyndham here today"
drawled one. doesn't he usually pat
ronize this sort of thingr'
There's his sister, yonder," returned
another. Mice girl. but rather old maid
ish. By the way, doesn't Katy Sumner
look charming this afternoon? Wonder
| what old antediluvian she's got with
| herr"
II never guess" said the first speaker.
ITS too much trouble. Hello! Here's
Wyndhamp'
Richard Wyndham, a tall, naughty
looking man, took a leisurely survey of
the house.
Il merely came as an escort for my
sister. Excuse me. must join her."
| As Richard Wyndham walked slowly
down Broadway, with his sister hanging
on his arm, he was unwontedIy silent.
"Dick, what is the matter with youT'
asked Miss Wyndham impatiently. 'I've
asked you three times what you think of
this new singerw
Forgive me-" said the young man. 81
confess to little observation-disclosures to-
day. How should you like to visit Swift
zerland this spring."
eff you are determined, certainly. But
1 had hoped you would have seen some
face with enough magnetism to chain
you to a happy Sreside of your own"
Perhaps J. may have been fascinated
-bewitched," he began. But at that mo-
ment Mr.. Summers carriage rolled by.
katy's hand lay caressingly on the
window, with diamond bracelet blazing
on her wrist. Her sweet face, just tinge6
by feeting blush, looked out, with
smile of recognition.
Richard bowed as the high stepping
grays whirled past him and, with face
somewhat paler, finished his remark
But | have had courage to resist the
snare"
The last apple blossoms lay in ROSY
drifts on the velvet grass of country
orchards-the bright American sky was
bluer and SUMMER than the heavens of all
the southern chimes that lie in soft, eter-
nal sunshine.
At least so Wyndham thought as he
stepped once more on shore from the
deck of the steamer which had brought
him across the Atlantic.
A homesick wanderer, alone now, for
Emily lay under the turf of a little
churchyard where the violets of France
doomed.
He shrank from recognition and was
seriously annoyed when an old acquaint
ance caught him by both hands.
Back again, Ell? Come, you shall
dine with me tonight, and We'll talk over
old times"
No refusal would satisfy Alric, and
Wyndham was forced to comply.
'Plenty of changes" said the former
as they sat together over their dessert.
'But that's generally the bill of fare
when a man returns from a two years
absence. Let me see. Jennings is dead,
Soames' wife has eloped. Maynard is
married. old Sumner failed and died aft
erward. You remember his pretty daugh-
ter, don't you? And
Sumner failed! What has become Of
the familyT
Don't know, I'm sure. You know
how it is in a city like this. When a
man goes under, the tide closes over his
head. Ciairville has made fortune in
the wine business, and
But Wyndham heard nothing further.
Not until that moment did he realize
how often Katy Summers eyes had min
gled in the phantasies of waking vision
and midnight dream. 1t came to him
like heartbreak.
A warm July evening he drew bride
in front of puzzling tangle of cross
roads. where the Connecticut hills were
traversed by merry little stream.
Upon my word" he unused, 81 scarce
ly know which way to turn. / can't very
well take all four roads at once, so 60
ahead, Seim."
The sun trembled above the lire of far
off hills and there was yet no sign of hui
man presence save a solitary farmhouse,
with roof covered by patches of green
moss, nesting in hollow.
Wyndham paused moment, then rode
up to the dooryard.
He strobe coura geously round to the
back door. where little garden stretch
ed itself down the slope of the hill.
There a slender figure in brown dress
was STOPPING. gathering fruit. He ad-
vanced, with an apologetic cough.
II beg your pardon, but could I in
quire''-
"Mr. Wyndhamw
"Miss Sumnerr'
OF course, there were explanations and
all that sort of thing, and long time
they took, TOO. considering there were no
very elaborate disclosures to be made.
"Will you, Katy, dearest?" was his last
question as they turned toward the
house.
'You must ask Uncle Eliab. He is my
only guardian now, and keep house for
him since Aunt Kate died." answered
Katy demurely.
"Well," said Uncle Eliab, with his
hand on Katy's brown hair, $50 you've
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