Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1861-06-28
FRIDAY. JUNE %, 1861.


gathered round the table. There was lit
tie spoken q, the meal, but q softer. kind
lier atmosphere seemed to pervade the room
The children felt, though they did not
speak OF IL.
Are you going ou, this evening.
Isaac ?"
"wsll. yes. I tboucht I'd step round to
the town mcetin'. Want anything at the
store ?" continued Mr.. Parsons, as he tried
to button his collar before the small old
fashioned iookipg-clss. whose mahogany
frame was mounted with boughs OF eyer.
green. around which scarlet berries hung
their charm Of rubies.
But the mans large fingers we'e clumsy.
and after several Intellectual attempts TO ac.
compl.h his purpose, Mr. Parsons dropped
hi. band with an angry srunt that i" the
thin, would not work
lie, me try. father" Mrs. Parsons
stepped quickly TO her husband. side. and
in q momen, her hand had managed the re-
fraeiory button.
Then she .moo,hed down lock or two OF
black hair. which had s,rayed over the sun.
burn, forehead. and the touch OF those so',
fingers iel, very pleasant Abous the farmers
brow, and woke up in his hear, old .wce,
memories Of time. when he used to feel them
fu,,erins like dream through his hair.
lie looked on his vile with softnes, In
his face. and soi,no.s in his keen eye,
which he little suspected. And the sol,-
ness and tho smile stirred fountain warm
and tender in Mrs. Parsons heart, which
not Tor years yielded one drop OF It's sweet
water. She reached up her lips Impul.i'c.
ly. and kissed hls check. Any one who
had witnessed ,ha, little domestic scene
would scarcely have suspected ,ha, the mar.
ed three quarters Of score Of years.
The woman's comely face was NJ full Of
blu.hes a. sIr!. Of sixteen, and Isaac Par.
-on, scIIcl hi, ha, and plunged out Of the
house without, speaking one word. bat with
q mixture of amatement and something
deeper on his face, no, easily described.
but at la., he cleared his throat. and
mu,,ered 10 himself. Meli-y shan, re-
pent that ac,-l Say she sha'n't? ?" and when
Isaac Par,ou. said thing, everybody knew
be meant 1t.
The suns, Of another autumn day was
rolling It's ys'tures OF purple and gold
about the mountains when the wagon Of
Isaac parson. rolled into tue farm yard.
lie hii been ah.en, all day IN the city, and
the supper had been awaiting him nearly
an hour. and the children had grown hun.
cry and impatient.
80, father. what have You got there ?"
they all clamJred. a. he came into the
house ,ugging along an immense bundle
tied with cords.
81, is something Tor your mother. chill.
drcu," was tho rather unsatisfactory an.
swcr.
At this moment Mrs. Parsons entered the
kitchen. Her husband snapped the cords,
and a breadth Of ingram earpeilns rolled
upon the door through whose dark green
groand work ,railed russell vine aud gold.
en- leaves--a mos, ,as,e!a! and graceful pat,
tern.
Isaac plr.ous turned 10 his amazed wife
F" There. Melis.y. there. the parlor carPe,
you asked mo for, yesterday norma. !
reckon there ain, many ,ha, will beat i, in
Wcs, Farms"
4 quick change wen, over Mrs. Parson,
face half oi joy, half Of .one,hins deeper.
30. Isaac" She put her arms around
the strong mau neck, and bur', into ,caF.
The trio OF el.;ldreu stood still. and look.
ed on IN stolid amazemens. | think the
sigh, Of their faces wa, the frs, thing which
recalled Isaac Parsons 10 himself.
Come, come. mother" he said, bot bi.
voice was not jus, steady, " don. give
away now like this. I'm as hungry as u
panther, and wan. my supper before do
anything but put up my horse" and he
strobe oil TO that impatient quadruped in