Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1868-02-28
PARIS. MAINE, FRIDAY,


handsome, valerish looking man-ihc,s
was no Il ~, ing thar he showed well beside
A"g'c But what was b. here so mach for?
They swept by, Angie low. silyery laugh
linking response 10 something her com
panIon was saving, and little cluu, OF lust
which the hoofs OF the horses beat up be-
bind them. filed Johns eyes. and ,hoakcd
bis throat. aud added bitterness to hi. mood
He glanced down At his harb horny hands
his coarse. toll stained clothes How well
he would look at Angcline Wilmatth's side
And yet he had loved her in a vague sort Of
way, whose meaning he had Just begun to
Ind out. ever since be could remember
Life would not have much savor. he thought,
without bet. And yet. she would be no NJ
farmer vile. and that WAS Just What he
was--a farmer Then tie question came
again which had haunted him briore-could
he be nothing rlScf DID fate doom him, did
God ask him always to go in and out on
ihr' old Ways--to plough and plant, and
make hay. and reap grain all summer. and
go bark and forth between The homestead
and the wood lot all winter? Ifhis father
and mother were getting old. IL he was all
they bad. did that settle the matter? Some
one could be hired TO lo a. we'll for them AZ
bc-hc believed he bail rnoush in him to 90
away and make a career which Angeline
W'lmarth would no, scorn TO share.
The crimson had died out of the west.
The rosy hue ont OF The east A low wind
had risen aud blew mournfuly and slowly
across the field. John Ossood's morn
changed with the face OF the night. The
eSrliation forsook him and something hard.
stem. sullen. alien As it seemed to his gener-
Gus. hearty nature. entered in and took pos
session ol him. lie went home slowly.
with heavy footsteps.
Tired. Jo1ny?" his mother sard cheer
fully a. hv came into tbs kitchen. Some
how the words vcNed him. She had said
them often enough be fore. but they had ncy.
er struck him Just in this way tiIl now.
johnny. II she would only RENE mber that
b. was twenty two years old
Yes am tired, 4" hc ans xered dogged-
k.
well, draw right up to the table I've
got nice hot cnp of tea already Tor We.
Ihatll res, ye. and brighten W up lit lc.
John Ossood threw down his hat inpa.
iicnt!y. Tea. What notions of lite womrn
bad lie looked At his mother as he had
never looked At her before
Mother" ,Aid he, with bitterness he
hated himself for Afterwards. II wonder il
you ever had trouble Ihat a good cup Of
tea wouldn't cnrel rbings don't go any
deeper than that with sone folks.
Iii. mothers eyes clouled, but she ans
wered him very gently. She felt ,pat to.
night. for some reason hc was not respons;-
ble lor himself
II ve bad bal troubles that went deep
enough Five children that have PLAYED
round u,y kuees sleep yonJcr. behind he
old meeting house and to bear. and nurse,
aud then lose-ihere's more knows what
thar is. but just mothers with mother
hearts, Yes I've bad troubles that crca.
tlre comforts wou,dn'l help mIcr; and yet
! don't drspisc thi. World good things.
You have not any gray-s, where ,ou felt
your heart was hut iu and smouldercl, ],
and Tor being tired and mopin' do think
there's virtue in a good rup Of tea"
Her patience and grn,irncs. touched him
lIe drew up hi. chair to the table, where
his father wa- already sitting and answered
her in soi er tone
II suppose you're right molbcr but ! m