Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1917-02-07

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IN THAT You, ns1aH7" QuAvKR1D
TIRED VOICE
ed that far. 1t was beginning to rain,
and the unhappy traveller, after wan
dering aimlessly up the avenue a few
blocks. sought shelter in restaurant.
He ordered more dinner than he could
eat, paid his bill and sat on. needless Of
the evaporation of the walters. The
afternoon passed.
After supper he seized his umbrella
heroically, turned up his trousers one
fold and splashed out into the rain and
approaching darkness. As. he plodded
ernoon's meditations In one half heart
ed sentence. Il wrote, though. II twas
agreeable to both
On toward Irving street he walked
slowly. watching the moving feet Of his
fellow pedestrians. all that was visible
beneath his overhanging umbrella.
Presently he found himself following
black skirt whose damp hem slapped
dejectedly against reluctant heels. He
drew nearer. A black gloved hand ap-
peared holding heavy bag. Ensign's
heart suddenly pounded in his throat
He raised his umbrella in trepidation
and beheld the figure Of Mrs. Lizzie.
One long stride placed him beside her
with Irving street forgotten.
Lizzie Grey!' he exclaimed. with
joyful ring in his tone
! rs that you. Ensign" quavered
tired voice.
The little umbrella was closed. the
baggage changed hands, and Lizzie,
giving sigh deep with content, tucked
her fingers beneath his arm. No one
and Ensign arose to his full height
mentally and physically.
I'm all tuckered out" sighed Mrs.
Lizzie, with tears in her voice. She
drew uncOnsciously nearer Ensign and
pushed her hand farther under his arm.
Its a rainy day to get around in,"
he. responded brilliantly. His manner
contained all the rays Of the hidden
sun. for his thoughts were taking a
daring but happy fight. s
Il guess it is" returned Mrs. Lizzie.
How far do you go?" Ensign asked,
and her reply brought him down from
his joyful height.
"Oh, it's only little ways-just to
Irving street, My niece telegraphed
me this afternoon that a-a-some one
wants to see me tonight, so had to
come Off in hurry"
why, am going to Irving street
myself" Ensign falter and then add
ed in a jerky tone, "201."
There was q quick movement under
his arm. why, there's where I'm go.
ing! My niece lives therer' cried Mrs.
Lizzie
An idea occurred simultaneously to
both, and they stopped short. Mrs.
Lizzie's shoes fingered in a muddy
pool, while Ensign's broad hack barred
the path Of a man racing home to din
ner. The man recoiled, damaged in
speech and feelings. but Ensign was
unconscious of the impact.
Then it's your advertisement" En-
sign cried, with such ring Of relief In
his tone that Mrs. Lizzie moved hasti-
~ on. although her own voice sounded
brighter as she returned:
And you answered it?"
Ensign wobbled his umbrella joyful
ly into the eye Of a passing policeman.
IF I'd only known you, was back of It
I'd not felt like as II was attendin'
my own funeral day. can tell your
Mrs. Lizzie increased her speed.
Folks tongues was that upsetting,"
she began confusedly. that thought
If ] could get place as housekeeper
or companion to some nice lady
Nice LADY, exploded Ensign. Com
panion to nice LADY,"
His tone Of blank amazement en-
lightened Lizzie. Ensign Beebe," she
began Indignantly. you surely didn't
think
Ensien interrupted in voice sud
denly resolute. I'm thinkin' hard
enough now. Lizzie. that bein' a COM
panion to nice Indy amt the situa-
ton I want you TO take"