Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1870-11-04

beautiful young creature would think OF
aunt itlie. and tried in numbcrless ways
TO find out
Somehow. after she come from her city
1 home, we fancied there was shadow on
aunt Atlie'S iacc-that her laugh was not
so clear. When we asked aitcrher niece,
she always said:
"Lurly is not very well; she came out
here TO get rested. BY and by, hope
she will come among you. She plays and
sings sweetly, and 10 want to see the
color in her cheeks, poor child,'
"I'll bet she's been crossed in love- y
said Mandy White, who was not over
choice in her language, and some way we
all came to tha. conclusion.
But TO my story.
'Dr. Gray" cried a clear, cheerful voice
one morning.
The doctor stopped old "President"-a
GRAND old horse he was, too-and looked
out. Aunt Attic stood ut one of the bed
room windows; she seemed anxious
The cottage, standing back among lilac
bushes and morning sloyics and Towering
vines, was indulging in its usual bath OF
sunshine. The hearts OF the luscious
flowers seemed glad as tho soft warmth
flushed their rcd and purple blossoms,
The air was all rcdolent of country
fragrance; Young clover, reddeninG at
the first breath of June, among the short
gra< ses: here and there rose bursting
out of budhood, shining and blushing,
while tho gum of the spruce trees fell
like ambcrtcars down the smooth straight
trunks of the pines, contributing their
share Of spicy aroma to make glad the
Young season coyly approaching
Good morning. aunt Attic, said the
doctor; fine day. isn't ii? Your garden
i, as fragrant and beautiful as ever"
Then come into the psrlor, il YOU can
wait, and look at it from there, I've some
thing to speak to you about
I've got to 90 up to Linton's. His
daughter is just about goiag. II it will
DO rs well I'll stop as come back
'Oh,certainly; poor Mrs. Linton How
sad it is-shc is the fourth child, and now
she must go.
Yes, i,'s very sad. said the doctor,and
touched old President.
Then aunt Attic hustled into the room,
where her neicc WAS getting ready fol
breakfast
L thought heard YOU talking with
somebody said tho girl laughingly.
Yes, Lurly, an old friend. How do
You feel this morning.
AS miserable as ever sighed the young
creature, the white lids dropping over The
great blue eyes.
Aunt Attic went down stairs per-
lcxed. The doctor WAS at the door.
All over he said in 4 quiet, soncned
tone the child has gone home
Poor mother" sighed aunt Attic. her
eyes full Of tears
And wha, did You want ofmc;'
To talk about my brothers child.
'Ah, the young lady and there was
jlst The suspicion OF a flush in the doctors
check. lie WAS thirty and unmarried.
She worries me-, said aunt Attic. her
voice fu.i Of genuine distress. she
mopes, is unhappy, believe, and has no
appetite.
Oh, something we shouldn't mcddIe
with, laughed the doctor, a little nervous
y.
Nonsense; know what you mean
Tut it isn't that-no indeed. am afraid
lis disease, and still she wont have q
doctor. You don't know how it distresscs
me to have her sleep so heavily in The
morning, looking like a corpse, almost.
lis really sad, and she so young. 1t ap-
pears to me that she don'ttake an interest
N anything
We'll, what do You propose to do?'
i propose that you shall see her Of
course. But it mast be done out of the
regular routine way. You must call this
evening like any ordinary visitor. I'm
really afraid il don't do something, she'll
die on my hands. love her too well to
see her fade away, dear little Lurly" and
her voice fingered on her name tenderly.
Il don't like any of the family as do her.
Belle is naughty, Mimic butterfly, but
Iurly WAS always tender, loving thing.
Shes more of a violet than rose. Will
you Gomez
The doctor was a handsome man and
admired beauty. He had seen Lurinc
but once-then it appeared to him that
her face was that of an angel.
of comse I'll come he said rising-1
should ike to study This rare case. A
Young lady of wealth and fashion fitting
to the country after round of dissipation,
and getting up strength for another
season.
Now. stop, doctor, don't be sarcastic.
If you saw her and knew her as well as
do YOU would feel rs much interested in
her welfare.
Possibly more so,' thought tho doctor
to himself, and took up his hat, conscious
that his sarcasm had partly yelled other
feelings.
Evening came, and aunt Allie had wiled
her beautiful niece into the parlor. In