Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1862-10-10
PARIS. MAINE.

aasction-was q lovely woman, in white
cashmere morning robe, trimmed with white
velvet. who stood opposite. arranging hjw.
ers IN bOqns,. She wore spray OF bcr
rics. carved OF pink Neapolitan coral, at her
throat, and uay pendants o! the s,ms rare
stone in her small. shell.like ears. and the
slender waist was tied round with broad
pink ribbon.
There, Walter-isn't that pretty ?"
sbc a'ked, holding up her contemplated DO.
que,.
Very pretty he answered, looking not
at the roses and Geraniums. but directly a:
the blue eyes and golden curls OF his beau,i.
iul young wife.
You are not even noticing IT. che pou,.
ed.
Because -cc something 50 much better
worth looking At. he said playfully.
DO you really love me 30 much 2 she
asked, throwing down tho aower,. aud com.
ing round TO his side.
/ lie rosc and drew Der carc.,insly towards
hin.
My dcarcs, yoa are more precious to mo
than the whole world bc.idcs! =
She le, her head res, momen, on his
shoulder, and when she raised It, there wa.
tear on her eyclashe.
'Oh. Walter. II mamma could only have
lived to sec how happy we are"
There wa. knock a, the door. Mrs.
E'cr;eish slipped IRON her husbands arm,
with the prct,irst hlu.h IN the world, and
was very bu'y with her noscrs when tho
r.eh lawyers rish,haud man pa, hi' grif-
rled head into the room.
/ The old man TO see you abou, ,ha, Jesse
fairwcather business. slr.'
SHOW him in. DJn't look 80 dnap.
pointed, love. be said. turning TO his wife.
a, the griIilcI head disappeared II .hall
no, l'c detained three minutes. and The
borsc. are at the door
Mary ESerleish never troubled her pretty
lii!, head about bu,iur-. matters, - she
never even lookci up a' the hating sound
Of old JOB R.yne.iord's cruteh ceho-d ON
the carpet. ia, tie in.;an, he spoke she
started n. IL an arrow had smo,e her, and
stood with her large eyes dlla,,d, ani her
slender hands elasrei together. listening as
inten,ly as II her liic depended on hearin;
every word. Ths old man va. pleading
and .lrrowful-her hush nj politely index
ibls. A, length job Rhyne'IOri turned TO
so.
well. sir he said. in a subdued tone,
Il DONE know much about law and Law
books, bu, IL doe. seem hard that an oil
man should bc turned GA, Of the home ,hl,
has sheltered him ier sixty years. and all Tor
no hul, Of hi. own. They say you are
very rleh gentleman, 'ir-d1e thousand dol.
lar. may seem small cum to you, but ,l'
my al
Mrs. Eysrleish's sol, voice broke the
momsuary silence tha, succeeded this ap'
peal.
/ Walter. come here one minu,e-l wan,
to .pe'k to you"
. lie obcyed, somewhat .urpri' d she drew
him into the dccp recess Of the stained glass
bay window. and. standing there, With the
rV.y aud amber shadows PLAYING about her
lovely brow, like sOmc fair pictured saint.
.hs told him how, twenty years ago. q
wearied child and It's mother we're FED and
sheltered BY kind.hear'ed siTapscr; he
had gwen them money and kind wishes
when they were utterly alone and de-ola,s
IN the wide world.
/ But, my love, wha, ha, all this TO do
with my business ma,ier-T
. Much. Walter AN that little child "
You, my deare-,'
Il, my husband and the noble man
who, am persuaded, saved my life that
night, stand, yonder, w''h gray, bowel
down head and sinking heart! I!
MARY. you mus, surely bs mistaken
T Il cnnno, be mistaken. Walter; should
know him amoogs, thousand. You said
you loved me this moruins-now gran. the
one little boon =
Il What is il dearest =
/ Give me tha, note he speaks Of
I Mr.. Eyerleigh silently wen, 10 "a small
ebony cabinet. unlocked il, and drew ou, a
folded paper. which he placed in her hands.
She giied up TO the old man. who had been
gazing out Of the window IN cor, Of rever.
he. and laid her soi, hand on his arm.
DO YOU remember the little golden hair.
ed Mary whom you found with her mother.
wearied out upon the roadside. twenty
years aco'
DO remember her. lady? l. was but
,hi. very morning vi" recalling the whole
.eene'
And don't you recognize mc?' she ask.
ed, smiling into his face. a' she threw back
the dropping curls. Il am little Mary
/ lie stood in bewilderei silence all Of
sudden the truth seemed to break upon him,
and he laid hi, hand upon her head with
fearful blessing.
And your mother, my childT
'Sbe has been dead Tor years; but 1t Is
my dearest task to be the instrument OF her
gratitude. Here is the note you endorsed
my husband has given It to me. See T"
A small ,p'ri, lamp was burning in one
Of the inches; she held bit Of paper over
il. fame until !, fell cloud Of lish, ashes