Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1862-09-05

to tho peaceful solitudcs. where the still
elens seemed TO listen as tho "ovcnin. train
sped by. and the golden spring twilight wa'
iall Of the strange. INDISPENSABLE fragrane'
OF budiip. shrubs. and shooting grass and
early Wild flowers. opening their meek eyes
along sunny spots on tho edge OF laxative
brooks
"Tbc city may be very nice place" so
liloqui.ed Jonathan. as he alish,cd at liz
tle station in the woods. but you dom:
catch me going there again in hurry! My
head feels like q ra,tls.boI. and do believe
the solcs Of my fee, are bli',ercd' I'm glad
I bousb, Ellie. present, though wonder
wha, shc will say 20 IT,"
And Jonathan burs, into ely, hilarious
kind OF laugh, which startled tho echoes oil
along tho glen road. into hollow. dying
cachination,. Ye--Jona,han Starke tho
he hadn', accomplished bad days work.
How little do we. any OF US. know jus, what
we have done. and what We haven't.
Deacon Scott, house. on the brow OF the
hill. looked dark agains, the crimson fires
,ha, ye, fingered along the west, when JON
a,han S,artc opened the ksepin nom
door. and ,hrus, his head .hccpistly in
Come IN. S,arkc. said tho deacon. who
was ,housh,iully rubbing hi, spccsa;les
while hi, better half was s,orming a sub
s,an,ial.lookinr stocking a, the poin, Of the
dhrning needle.
"Do step, q minute. Jonathan" .aii
brisk little Mr.. Scott. "You are always
IN such hurry"
And File. who 81, on low stool, just in
iron, Of the generous. glowing Ere. pairing
a wooden tray Of rel checked apple. drdn',
say a word, bu, pared away Tor dear life,
and pretended no; 70 sec Jonathan.
THANK you. can't stay tonight"
said Jonathan. " Ellie. here's something |
broush, you Tor y birthday present."
Ilc laii the package on the table, along.
side Of a j,panned tea tray and the hg fam
ily bible. and di.appcarcd. Aud the hr.,
Deacon Scott knew, the arpIo. were oil
rolling abou, the iloor, and Eaic had vanish
ed up TO her chamber.
Well, said the deacon, apoloGe'ically.
" we've been young ourselves, Bctscy!'
How Ehs Scott. heart bea, a. she remoy-
Ell the wrapplng- Of the small white box. by
the dim light OF one ,allow candle. on her
little pink drapcd ,oile, table. How kind
II va. OF Joha,han o. remember her--how
pleasant u wa. To bc ,hought o. She
opened the box, with cherry lrp' halt apart,
and cheeks flushed with bright expectation.
The box was divided into small eOnpirt.
mcn,.. EGs had nsrcr seen anything be.
fore llko it. and she sired in mn,c wonder
that was sOon changed into indienan,
wrath.
Good gracious wha, does this mean?
she circulated,
There were tiny pink ra',ille. labelled
rouge, and cup Of white powder marked
pearl, and u bottle ,icke,ed, cream Of roses
TO be applied every nigh. and morning. and
a crimson, pas,e.lIko cosmetic, in q vial.
with a suspicious little brush in il.
Ellie go, no farther IN her Investigations,
bu, dashed the box ansrlly upon the floor,
ani burst into storm OF tears. Did Jon.
athan mean to insult her? Did he suppose
she had need Of these vale drugs and poison
cosmetics? She would never speak to him
sgnin-no. never'
Poor EGic. shc sobbcd herself 10 sleep.
with her head resting on the toile. table
and her pillow one rounded arm; and so
her mother found her. an hour or,wo later,
when. mother like, she come up on up,oc
TO see what allci her child"
Good morning. deacon. said Jonathan
the mex, day, a' he wiped tho mud of his
shoes on the carpe, rug ,ha, always lay
inside the door, and deposited his ha, on the
table.
Morning." said the deacon, laeonically.
How is Eiie, to-day"
WELL" returned the deacon. gazing
.olcmnly into the FIRE, "shc's pretty well, |
guess"
Z" How did she like her PRESENT." in
quired Jonathan, bashfully.
"well, b'lie-e che didn't like 1t at oil. !"
said the deacon, hi,chins his chair little
back.
mo, like IT," Jonathan opened his cycs
and mouth in inespre.sihlc surprise. "well
there. nobody can tell anything abou, a
wonan's fancy. did think she'd have
been pleased, though"
=. Ilem.m M" remarked the deacon, sen.
,en,iously.
~. she at home9" pursued Jonathan.
Z" She is." answered Deacon Scott.
Can ! see her?"
The deacon took the pipe out from his
mouth.
"Shc says she dom. never want to see
you arain. Mr.. Starke."
Not want to SEQ me ngaIn!" iona.
tban's brown skin took an ashy shade, add
his under jaw dropped. "See here. deacon
Scott. whats the meaning Of all tbi-?"
swell. MIR. S,arke." said the worthy
deacon. =" II you wa, gal. you wouldn',
like |. very we'll to have your TELLER send you
a boz Of pain: and cosmetic studs. Thank
goodness my Ellie dom, need no such dIen'
to make her look pretty. but
"Deacon. deacon !" calculated Jonathan,
(" wasn't there two little cologne bottles In
Q gilt basket in that packase''