Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1866-12-14

uefood The grave but hers Vas as short
lived ard ePAe@eral A. the spring blossoms.
Before the bluehird. Who vas building her
bower u love IN the old ,pple-trer wben
the - Bonnie Isabel- saned. had warned
her sPeckled Ovals into life. IL Aad died \
natural death. and lay buried in a scpalrhre
whose darkness would know no resurrec-
ton morn But poor sam vAs not aware
q ihis-,o he titled the feds and rraped
the grain and moved tbe hay at Elm Cot
tAge. plying Rose. and Pitying himself
In the meantime. this silly little Rose Of
ours grew in wisdom a. veil as IN wears.
Her blue eyes looked A. things in differ
ent hgbi three years after. than they did
on the day the - Bonnie Isabel set sail
Vt last a sumner afternoon came. which
brought Ralph Trrmaine 10 his father's
loose again. The sky vas as blue A. IN
days OF yorr. the bills As green. the tbyne
pastures a. foil Of odorous bloom. Rose
Steadman sat beneath the graf loeust-trre.
her blue eyes looking ooean~ard. the
breeze blowing back ber golden hair. the
fock OF white doves wheeling and eircliny
round her bead. She saw him coming
down the marrow. mOssy path b. had 50 Of
ten trOd. HIS years Of foreign life bad I'M
proved him vastly; and be lad. In part re-
ahzed his dream Of fame and reno-n. A
long summer. and a winter. perhaps. lay
before him. His strength and healib need
ed recruiting. and be hal cone back for
that purpose 20 has fathers house. Bot
b0w shopld be ever manage 20 while away
the tedious timer lie must have some kind
ofamasement. Al. be had struck upon the
very thing-be would 20 back to Rose
Steadman she vas stiH single. his mother
had said. waiting for has return. 10 doub,
Poor ittle Rose. IL vas nothing more than
right 10 20 and see her.
She sas hia coming. aud rose up TO meet
him IN The afternoon sunlight. the white
doves cireiing round her bead. What
glorious picture she made lie made up hi,
mind 10 paint her-the effort would inmor.
talire h'n. Bot single glance At her face.
her calm. clear eyes. convinced ban that
she vas not the simple liitle girl. With
whose love be lad tiiasd three years be-
fore bot she wAs something better. love-
ly' be~iidering woman. tie pot on his
iendcresi smiie-the smile that few women
lad been strong enough 20 resist.
q" Are you glad TO sec me. little Rose =
holding cot both his kands.
I She received him cordially A. an old
friend. but Nth a proud ealmnrs. tbat
chilled him like ice.
% You loved me once. httIe Roses- n,
voice sad eyes full Of tender roproaeh.
She flashed a glance Of dazzling scor.
upon him
was a child then. and children out.
grow their fancies in less time than you
have been away
You have ouigrown yours. them
" Most assurvlly.-
And that was the end.
Poor sam. mosing down the frarrant
bay n The meadow. saw them Standing To-
getber 9Th a sharp pan a. bis heart. uh,rh
al his unseldsb JOY At Roses coming hap
piness could not keep down. ID spite Of
all bis Efforts. tie passing years bad only
served 70 make his hopeless love all the
stronger.
o. lt - just a. IL should be. p ~ said 70
himself; " be's fnc leoking fciiow. and
vil make her good husband. no ,loubt.
TH glad. for bor sake - bot. even uhile D.
said it be sighed asils-sigbcd over ibe
death Of bis last hope
Coming uP irsm tbe meaJos. A. even
tide. BE- found Rose stili sitting beneath
she locust-tree. soft flush on ber cheeks.
a tender. dreamy ght in ber blue ewes.
He could MT pass her wiihoat even 30 much
a. -ord oi congraiuiation they bad Ered
together a. lroiher and fister too long. Il
vouli cost hrm q terrible effort. tst he
soali DO b.. Throring himself on tbr
grass. 81 her feet. b. took 81 his broad
haf. sad let tbe cool vinds lf, The hair from
h.s bot BROS.
'' Rose. he began. e. isst. looking %
umidlY. Dol I'm glad yoar ifiend's come baek.
] knos it vas o Pisasarc % yoa 10 see hiu -
Wei. yes. an arb smile dimping her
pretty uosth. '. I -as gaiis g i,i to zee hiu.
San
" fs'. kno~. Rose. alter nomsnt.
siirnce. " ! nean- Wei. 700 uuIsr-
stand. knos ho~ matters stand between
700 and 'm glad for your ssks. Rose.
and ] -'sh yoa hie a. happy a. you De-
scrse."
lie held oct h's hand a. be- ended BE- iit-
tle sPeech. bus the eH1rt hsI been almost
Too much for him there ~as q mist before
bis eyes. and his lips quirerea Ike q ven