Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1862-10-31
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 81. 1862.

I had. perhaps more. for she could look thro'
key holes. an art never learned. IL was
maniics, Tor some time that KITTY was losing
favor with her: oil her efforts TO give aiis.
faction failed. and felt certain tho day Of
. her discharge was at Land. was night,
The tall II waiter. and the consequent
br,akag, Of some erOckcry. brought such a
storm oraccusation and upbraidlns on poor
Kiity's head. as mono but abused servant
grl, AID step children can conceive Of.
Kiuy's love lOr Mr. DobbIn. and her ire.
qaen, and pro,ractcd visits to hi'room were
proclAimci anl condemned In such loud
AMI emphatic tone, as To reach every ear in
the house.
/ thought tho poor Girl mus, vlther with
sham, mus, sink tn the earth IN her help
lcssnc'.. | was, therefore. surprised 20
hear her quietly sly, III yourl please,
ma'an. TO listen % me. am no, in love
with Mr.. D,bbin. though ho i, very fine
gentleman and very Kind to every one l,
O., not f1r one like me 10 think OF him. and
| dli not. lonly cared ior III. clock"
"Wl,, nonsense Whit will girl, pre-
tend n,S,' :, You wg'cn't in love with Mr..
pobhin, only wi'h hi. eloeE That caps
all"
IL could explain il {, you, nam, II you q
hear ms"
"llcar von' I'gc hcarl enough Of your
trash. out Of my house with you, bag and
bnrsls'"
The grlcgr's hoy with bill va, an.
uouneol. and K.ry. cryin: bitterly, won't 70
her room to rrcrarc Tor departure. heard
her ,teI. ou tho slair', ani called her 70 me.
| bad prom IL TO iircc, lor her u letter to
her brother a, ,ri. and male ihi' the Pre-.
text for getting hcr into my room. though
my real oli.cs waste sr,aka la, kind word
aud ,ry to soo,hs her wounded feelings; ior,
though could 40, understand her conduct,
piiici her, and could not bolievc her what
'hc had jus, been represented 10 bc.
Then WANTED to know what she mean,
when sh1 aI ",he only cared for Mr.
Dlhhln'. clock. whether .hc had become
infatuated With IL a. M'. DJbbin wa'
When spoke of b.. there was, a change IN
her cluuienauc'. Her expression s1!,enei,
and there WIS .Jmc relief from her iiscour.
assm,n; and desTair. Twas such priv.
lrsc 10 h1r 10 De- allowed 10 explain herself.
"Oh ma'am." shc .aij, lin - glad
YOU a'kci me about the clock. dli no,
want ans ouc % think mc such rcf.on a.
have jnst Teen called. Why, ma'am. |
love ,la, clock % can't cal! tMr Dob
b.n's clock, fOr a. i' {, ne. and Away, will
BE-, my mothers. an! Oh YOU can't,ell how
dear i-' NJ on, can that has lOpkcl at
It IN many dark day Of trouble. and al
ways found il kird a' have. /. las been
a charm g. mc Ia ,hi- hpu.'.
when ar,t .aw At herc. | vas 50 sur
Iyi,.l agl pleased could not help crying
al day. Whenever I've been h,m,,igS and
l,lt ss i' I could no, live. I've jus, gone 90
that clock, aud It has put the lif, into me.
I know hayo been in Mr. D,bbius room
too much on account Of it. .huiit WAS ny old
iri,nd, and all tie friend had. too. Oh!
when everybody shat love. You i' in the
grave, or across the sea, YOU grow - fond
Of what belonged to ,hen once anything
that they ever harilrl, or even looked at. Is
dear, aul al; Tie moro hscau,c they will
never hanlIa or look At It again "
You call the clock IN Mr.. Dobbln''
room your mo,her's?'
"Ye-, ma'am, iar It was my mothers? ?"
II may b, liko hers, but it is hardly
probable IL 3. tho same"
"Yss, ina am, i, is tho slmo. know il
by a mark On the bacs-H. N. lput IT
there myself"
wha, does /, stand for?"
kitty Martin; any mothers name and
mine, too. marked it very deep IN the
board, 70 tha, il couldn't DO rubbed out,
whatever might harreu. Shall tell you
all about il, na'nm?"
Isisu,dSL NY desire to hear, and she wen,
on.
"My father was dead and my mother was
very sick. The money was all gone, and no
ono to earn any more bu, me. and could
not leave my mother and the Children. !
never cav food look 80 good as Mo coarse
loaf bough, with our .as, bit, and yet
could no, taste a morsel Of 1t myself; i,was
all there was 10 keep the lie in the others.
made il hold out as long as !, would, and
when it was gone, I didn', know wha. to
10 Mother was fam, and restless, Jenny
was crying with hunger, and was clear
discouraged, though said nothing. excep,
to hush Jenny. Ny mother looked up.
lie iecde,h the young ravens, Kitty.
,rus, TO hun" she silj. aud saw her eyes
were swimming with tears. Then che turn
ed herself and lay very s;ill, bu! in my heart
| heard her tears falling on her pillow. AZ.
ter time she called me to her. Kitty,
there j, but one way, now. Take the little
clock to tho pawubroker's. and get some
money on it. The things will have to 20.
You must not stafyen
"The clock. mother ?" asked.
Yes, Kitty"
I" Bu, wo all love the clock so. and its
such company to you when you can't sleep
Never mind that, Kitty.
"why. :he clock 1. tho hapPie.t thing Ia
,be hcnse. IL. sush N comfort," i pleaded.