Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1868-10-09
PARIS. MAINE, FRIDAY,

/ seems that AIR. Manson has offered priza
Tor the best composition to be read at the
neat examination. Who stands the best
chance OF getting il t?r
/ The boys think-thal is-the, ,ay -
stammcrch Harry, growing red. '.that III
have it,"
"li Kate Mathews don't" interrupted Fan
ME.
Pooh" exclaimed Harry. she shan't
and shc can't! What right. Id like 10
know. have girls to school prizes anyhow?
Better be darning their brothers stockings
'han a'nuig at things above their capacity :"
Mr.. Mor,,n's eyes had mischievous
twinkle as he beard this. bat he bl,ied him.
self "a his evening paper. and made 40 re-
mark, while Harry expatiated to his moth
er aud sister on his favorite topic TO his
hearts content. Fannie was meek. auiot
little girl whose great admiration tor her
brother, struggled with her sense OF justicn.
Supper cn-ed. HIrry went oil to JOIN the
boys, and talk over the examination.
FANNIE said her father. ,hrowing
down hts paper as her brother lett, why
don / you Try for the prize?"
Me, iather;' - and the girrs blue eyes
opened wide ia astonishmenl.
Bring mo your portfolio. =" Fannie
brought It. aud Mr. Morton read carefully
number OF neatly folded sheets.
Take thar story" lac said at lenctb.
"and enlarge 1t, and work it over. and |
think YOU may succced. wish YOU could
give those boosting boys lesson. While
they are brasgiug over their intended sue.
cess, my little Fannie must be working.
The weeks flew rapidly by; TOO rapidly
for our friend Harry and his chivalrous com
panions, who found themselves obliged to
give up Dragging and 60 to work
Examination day came. With beating
hearts the Young aspirau,s saw crowd OF
parents and friends come in. Both ..par.
ties" were IN a state OF excitement Kate
Mathews tossed her pretty head dcGautly
at the leaders OF tho opposition. and The
boys smiled pitronizingly back
They'll laugh on the other side Of the
mouth, whispered Harry 10 his next neigh
bor.
The interest grew as the afternoon advan-
ced, and the time drew near for awarding
the prize. There wa, brea;hless silence.
and all eyes were turned towards thu Chair
man Of the Comm Il oe, rs he rose aud said.
My friends, fOar weeks aso offered 4
pr'ze Tor the bcs, composition written by a
4. gsI-. L..
number OF productions handed in. which,
hvvc been carefully read. We have decid
ell on toe one which now have the pleas
ure of reading to you"
1t vas 4 story. simply, toucLingly told.
and the tears stood in many eyes before it
was finished
The boy or g,rl who wrote this sketch
will come forward. 80
There was a dead .rleuce Every scLol.
Ar was looking into his nei shbor : face. as If
to ask Are you the lucky wriier?" At
length Fannie Morton came blpshingly for.
ward. aud amid Ihe plaujils Of the specta.
tors. took the htnlsome volume OF poem,
which constituted the prize
a. 10 the boys, they were throushly NOR.
t.deI The idea OF Ii,ilc girl ike Fan
nic Morton getting the prize from their
champion. and be her ;onIcscenling. older
brother.
Lot him ,hat girleth on his harness,
boast not himself as he ,ha, puitcth it on. -
said Mr.. Morton to his son. \ proyerb
which IIirry lust then seemed TO ar,.i.,ci