Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1908-08-05

lou scoot on the level! The man
ought to be driven from the hotel"
HE never wrote itr' exclaimed the
girl He never meant you nor me.
There Is some awful mistake here. l
never saw his handwriting. but ZIP
wait right herey hoarsely com.
manded the aunt. And, with the letter
In her hand, she went down to the Of.
ice to consult the register She vas
absent ten minutes. and during this
interval Miss Eileen heard a mans
, steps on the veranda and peeped out
to see the artist looking about as If he
had lost something When the aunt
returned she had the light of victory
in her eyes.
The writing Is the same" she an
nounced. He would be convicted in
any court in the land | am an old
one and badly out of repair. and you
are clipper and climb hills like a
cat. IL he doesn't leave the hotel this
evening we shall start for home in the
morning"
"But | won't go until we are sure
about it," replied the young lady, with
spirit.
"Oh, We'll be sure enough about It.
| Meanwhile at dinner tonight we'll give
Mr.. Paul Clifford the coolest snubbing
a man ever received. If you don't as
sist me I'll telegraph your father.
Well see If he will put up with his
daughter being called cat and de-
cided bargain. will do the snub-
bling, and you simply maintain your
dignity. Out OF repair, am L? Well
see If he isn't worse Off"
| The artist missed his half finished
epistle, made search for it and final
| ly indited another and mailed 1t away.
He came down into the parlors ten
minutes before dinner. hoping for a
word or two with Miss Cleves.
She blushed at sight Of him and
blushed still harder as he advanced.
i but she stood on her dignity-that is.
she turned her head away-and In
some confusion he passed her and re-
marked to the aunt that 1t had been a
tine day. Miss Cleves wheeled about
like machine. and after fixing him
with a cold glare lasting thirty Sec
onds she icily replied:
"Sir. you have made a mistake"
The artist fell back. He almost fell
over himself in doing so. So far as
he was concerned he might have fall
| en- over the hotel and not been aware
of the fact. II was a summer frost.
and 1t nipped him hard. Had he turn
ed once more toward the girl he would
have found her pose as dignihed as
before, but a look Of something like
pity In her eyes.
| Mr.. Clifford did not enter the din.
ing room. Prostitutes take away a
mans appetite. He went out into the
| dusk and sat down on bowlder aud
| imagined that he was Sherlock
| Holmes. and after an hour or so he
figured things out
| Then he sent a telegram to friend
in the city-a friend who knew the
! Cleves family we'll That night he was
| missed from parlors and verandas. He
| could play and sing and recite. and
there were many inquiries for him
| When they were addressed to Miss
Cleves her reply was:
| Excuse me. but | don't know the
party"
There was new arrival at the hotel
next forenoon. He was closeted with
the artist for half an hour. and then
| he hied him forth and found Miss
| Cloves seated In a grotto. still wonder-
| ing how any man on earth dared to
| write to another that she was an old
| one. The interview which followed
was hot for the first fifteen minutes
| Then it gradually cooled off. though at
regular intervals for the next half hour
the woman in the case rose to her feet
i and exclaimed:
Yes, but how dared he write that
the old one was no good and out of
repair? It's shocking. sir It's dread
| ful. It's something that | cannot for
| give"
But you know. Miss Cleves"-
| And how dared he speak of my dear
niece as climbing a hill like cat.
| And how dared he. refer to her as a
scooter on the level. Think of it. sir
a scooter"'
| nut you no" ulueIStduu
why, if her father come to know
that she had been called a cat a
scooter and bargain. should trem-
bic for the Consequences
Nevertheless, when man has expla-
nations that explain and when he goes
over those explanations often enough.
| even an indignant old maid must be
| convinced at last. So it was with Miss
| Cleves She finally melted drew a
| breath Of relief and. seeing Miss Eileen
strolling toward them, she called to
| her:
! oh, dearie, it appears that we have
made an awful mistake. 1t transpires
| that Mr. Clifford was writing to Mr.
CASTOR about couple of autos tha!
| the latter had asked him to look at
| Therefore l am not an old one, ard you
don't climh hills iikn ~ car If Won