Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1870-04-22
Selett Storp,
THE CONSEQUENCE.

He and she were driving out together.
He was dark, short and stout-in fact,
some people called him fat-a sure way
of cnraging her, His redeeming points
were-a pair of keen black eyes. q certain
manly, sensible way had with him, and a
reliable look. She WAS small and slender,
looking a. if the wind might blow her
away some fine March morning, with
1.-TWO eyes so soft and brown, and waving,
natural-not crimped- chestnut hair
falling in little rings and sprays around a
white face. delicate, but full Of life and
spirit,
Everybody in Knipsic Farms said it was
perfectly absurd At the last sewing
society there WAS but one opinion twas
an unusually full meeting, the engage
ment having but just como out. They
were working on 4 bed quilt for the home
missionary in Bariboo. Quilting is the
most social work imaginable; il brings
everyone together. and over herring
bone" and "shell" stitch the coolest hearts
thaw out. Mrs Daniel Dodge was there,
Lance Lsmbert's aunt; and rs no one
knew exactly how she stood on the all
absorbing question of the day, little
preliminary beating around the bush was
necessary. Aunt Polly Griggs boldly
opened tho campaign like the veteran she
WAS.
$50 Lance is really engaged at last. I"
said sho. Hes tlirted round So long |
didn't knows he'd ever settle dowa and
git married"
"Oh. YOU know there's always some
thing irresistible fascinating about school
ma'ams, suggested sarcastic Miss Scraps,
who had not found the same fact true Of
dress-makers in her own experience.
well, if am his aunt" said Mrs.
Dodge.
Every one listened with. rs Virgil puts
it, erected ears, when Mrs Dodge said.
"if am his aunt" They ieit it 3 promis-
ing beginning When people mean to
abuse their relatives they generally begin
by proclsiming the rights of kindred not to
spare a story tor relations sake.
Iii am ms aunt" said Mrs. Dodge,
II mus; say he's driven his pigs to rather
a poor market What he can fancy in
that little. pale.faced school ma'am is
more than ! can see. Her high-ilown
village airs. suppose. Apretty farmers
vile she'll make"
well, that's jest what | was asayin'
to Miss Stowell before you cum in," said
Aunt Polly. Says |, Miss Stowell, You
mark my words, Lance Lambert II rue
the day he ever let his eyes run away with
his good sense. Lance is fore. handed,
well-to-do young man, and he ought to
have real smart, go-ahead wiic-some
good, stout, capable girl, brought up Oh
= farm. with plain, sensible notions, like
your Lesta or Phcmie. for instance. Says
Miss Stowell. says she, that amt for me
to say. of course; but one thing will say,
my girls can turn their hands TO any thing
from making bread to fodderin' the cows.
Says she, farmer that marries village
gal and schoolmaam at that's fool.
They don't know nothin' about work, and
are above it, and full of all kinds of ex-
travagant notions, enough to send a man
to the poor house,
"How does his mother feel about it?n
questioned Ms. Jedediah Jones.
"Oh, she don't say much. 1t isn't her
way, you know. Besides, its no use to
oppose Lance when his mind is once made
up. He's dreadful set"
"Well, I'm afraid he'll be sorry" with
an accent on the afraid that made it sound
singularly like hope.
"Will they live at home with the old
folks?"
NO; Lance has bought the jackson
farm over at the Corners. He says there's
no house big enough for two families"
The Jackson farm, | shouldn't s'pose
that would be quite grand enough to suit
Laury's ideas"
They're going to fix the house up