Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1856-08-01

tcr," he resumed, " for you look as pale as
a ghost"
81 am tired, ;" said |.
"Wdl, well, you have worked hard to.
Jay, and you may go. I'll attend to the
rest"
with a dcsperat, ondoavor to compose
myself, thanked him for his kindness, and
then len the store. The fresh air revived
mo somewhat, and I hurried on to the tai
lor's and paid my bill, and Tor a momcntm my
heart was light; but It was only for moo
mcnt When I reached the street again,
the thought Of what had dJBo clmo upon
mo with an overwhelming force, anl was
miserable. when reached home profess
cl to b, sick and retired at once. But my
mother, sick and weak herself, camo up to
my bed, and wanted to give me somo mcli.
cine, She gave a simple preparation, drew
up the clothes snusly about mo, ani having
kis'cd me, she sid
"B1 careful Charles, fIr 'twoull be pain
ul inlc,d to hayo You sick. God keep and
/ bless you. Good night"
/ o, how those last words rang in my ears.
What would my mother ay--how would
she lccl--ii she know her son was a-iii.f'
. Il was long whila bcfor, could give tho
word shir, Or form, but Il came at last. !
could not keep It back. Ti,ri' hl,l' rang
in my soul I'LL an agony was upon me 20 in.
tans1 that al other conceptions Of pain wgrs
as nothing. The night passed away In
slc'plcv, phan;5m.making greil,s,nc,s; aud
when the morning came, arls'aul walked
out brfyr, my mother 0r sister wrr, mp. I
Ill no, return until breakfast, aul then I
haI % overcome an Outward signs Of my
Iistrrss, that little remark WI, made upon IT,.
But the worm was guawins at my heart
That forenoon went with my sister o.
meeting, and a. cntcrrl the little church I
met the clz, of Mr.. Eycrel. II, waichcl
me sharply, and aw marks Of pain on Lis
lar,. Alter the services war, over, saw
him in cIuygrslti0n with tho tailor. no.
,icrl how earnestly they ,p3kc-ani once !
saw ih, tailor point his finger towards mo.
| fylt sure, then, that M was discovered.
"For mercy sake, Charles, what is the
matter ?" cried Lucy, as she aush, my arm.
"Ilos h,ut' he's faint" Ihcarl low,
,r.mul1us voice, and on turning, ! saw
Julia Eysrcl She was frishtcncI-ani %
that moment came IN, conviction that She
love-! me. But that Thought came with H.,
anil then knew that sho would ere long
dsrin ne.
Sick and faint hurriel away, aul 70 all
the anziou, inquiries of Lucy, I only replied
tla, WIS not we'll. o, how miserable /
rlt, ror knew that my employer had ls-
tectoI the theft. lIi, cln q. ma iu church
was pro5rcu1ugh; buth.sc5uyrration with
the tailor malcIt sure. Tia, afternoon !
dared no, g to church, and my mother wor-
ricl over me. II she would only have let
m, alone. might hay, b,,n lr,s miserable ;
bu, she dnns clos, to mo, aud I had to DE-
% hag-.hs Grst rlls,hoJl ever spoke 90
that noble woman.
Another night Of restless agony, AMI then
| c1ma 9, the .sycrst part Of all. lmust
mcrt my employer. I, was lata Whom de-
scculcl % the kitchen, and found my
mother as pal, AMI da,hly as Death itsolG
Fora m1mant | forgot my own pain, and
hl.,gucl q her ,ilc. Size -lzlup in,omy
face with such q look as l hope may ncyor
.gs again.
Don't ask IN, any questions, Charles
-hcsaJl, " but 90 at once D thcstor'. Mr.
E,crci waHis You imm.iiataiy.'
could not AK question: could not
speak. Without brgakl.s.-wiihout wait
ing t, s1, Lu,y-I started from che house.
People whom met sazcd at me sharply
aul once heard tho word thief prououncsd.
q, Eygrcl had told ihc story Of my crime.
How could hc? 80, no, twas the tailor
WHO hal tpll it, l,s my employer would
never have done it. Yet it Tas known /
stopped, and suddenly tho thought Of .lsht
occurred {, me. Why hal | not thought
Of it before? Why should stay longer
whore shame, aul shame only, could De-
mine? turned TO lar, and just then my
sister come rushing after inc, with her lair
l5a,iug wildly in TIE morning air, aud her
face as pale as death.
"Oh, Charles" shcuttcr,l, "c5mowita
me q. once. Come, como, our mother is
My sister seized my hand, and by Dsc'
dragged Ia, away. reached my home, |
know not how, rrmy r.asln had almostlclt
me. Into the little bel room Lucy dragged
me, and there lay my mother starkani cold.
"Oh, Charles, You have killed her r'' sob
bed Lucy, as she threw herself upon the b,l.
q" She could not stand your disgrace"
Onc moment gazll upon that pale, cold
form, and then wild unCar.hly cry broke
from my lip,. plunged mtdly forward
upon tho bed.
"Chirles Charles ="
| started up. felt \ heavy hand upon
my shoulder, and againmy name was called.
"What is the matter? Come, rouse up.
For mcrcy's sake, what ails you -
1t was Eygrcd who spoke. was still Sit
ting on the stool behind the counter but
NV head had fallen forward upon Pile Of
goods that lay hcap,l up before me. ln-
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