Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1869-06-18
stlttt Storp.
VI FIRS Il FEE II.
A woNANS STORY.

WHO is that old man leaning over the
fence? What makes his face SO red
Water didn't do it. nor has the milk OF
human kindness Sweetened his disposi-
ton anything to speak Of Judging from
the attempt he made inst now to hit that
boy with his cane; kicked that dog, lost
his balance, and got the worst ofit-littlo
dog the smarter of the two.
Come away from the window am
so cold; L always makes mo shiver TO
look at him"
What misfortune it is for one to
have q low, groyeling nature, corrupt Al
birth and growing more corrupt a time
wears on | am not believer in the old
exploded notion Of total depraviy-far
/ from that; but do believe that if some
are born angels, some others are born
very vile. \ great deal Of true preccpt
and example are needed to bring the last
named class to good, true manhood and
womanhood
Again; In some, in after years. the
angel becomes 50 bewidercd and lost,
amid the worlds perplcxities and laby-
rinthS. that but seldom we see it shining
through; vet it is there for all that, and
after many devious wanderings, will
come right at last There ars those whose
angel never iorsakeS them. never loses
the way, who % on in their shining, per-
feet way, drawing all hearts unto them :;
and when they take their flight, they lead
Us nearer heaven. The good may keep
on in their shining way, aud the bad may
become the good by righ, directed effort
Tell YOU about that MANI Yes, GER
tainly, that wa what | was coming at.
That man was born under unfortunate
circumstance>-hiS father vile, his moth
er false and vain; and having wealth at
his command. and, nothing in the world
10 10 save 10 pampcr his appetite and find
fault with his servants, he continued TO
grow to mans estate under unfortunate
circumstances. His life has been fail
ure-physicslly, mentally, and morally,
unless indeed such examples are needed
occasionally to illustrate how deprayed
a being may become who never restains
a passion and who freely tips the bowl.
Did you notice the glance he gave me
Just now? There was no love in the
look he has not forgiven me slight
wound his pride received years go.when
he and were younger aud days We're
dark for me and brighter for him. But
he never will know, and God alone does
know, how near | came to killing my
soul before the altar, and living lie with
him; for there never was a time when he
loved me or him but though he did not
love me, he asked me to be his wife, part
I ly because the biz house seemed lone
some, perhaps. since he had become sole
master, and partly because he thought he
should like TO see me at the head OF his
table, with much the same feeling,
think, one has VINO has handsome horse
in his stable; for was good lookin. then,
people said. My eyes were very beauti-
ful, hair glossy and abundant, and nay
complexion clear sparkling white-it
YOU know what that means-not 4 dead
lifeless white; but thought, work, and
time chisel away at ones form and tea
lures, leaving the hair thin and white, the
eyes faded and dull. the complexion yell
low; and what does it matter? We shall
have new suit throughout by-and-by.
Only when one tries to picture one as in
the days gone by, who can believe it is
not picture of the imagination
I've lived in that cottage yonder
through the trees-father and /. He was
blind and we were poor. | do not re-
member my mother. But must 90 back
TO the time when my fathers sight Who'll
lv failed him. lie had complained of
growing weakness and pain in his eyes q
long time but was not prepared to see
him come into the room, one sunny MORN
ing, cropping his way, or to hear him say
in a kind of resigned, helpless manner;
Daughter, lam blindr We didn't speak
after that for a long time, and | fear the
silence broken by my sobs made the bur
den harder to bear.