Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-02-03
4 lone Young lady who needed her instant
attention


chose TO undertake il. "But may AK
YOU TO carry this book of prints 10 Miss
Con crsc, over there by herself, in the
blue dress and say to her they are the
copies from The old masters that offered
10 show her.
Mr.. Stackpolc received The boA with
passive obedience. and Mrs. Pond passed
on into the great hall that divides the two
parlors, and. opening Into each by wide
tolding-doors, made them - aud saloon
She passed, with smile for one and y
word for another, leaving somehow the
Impression rs she went, OF being every
where nj once AM, somehow Dir ,pping of
so much of her vitality that one seemed
to feel her presence after she had gone,
In the fartlcst corner OF the great hall,
quite lost in the immense space, or seem
ing To serve only ~ stand for statues
and flowers. was the staircase. Audi al
lis head, in tiny room, that held only :
little CRATE, n long book ease. writing.
desk and two or three chairs. sat lIepscy,
lrying, poor soul, TO lose herself in an ab
sorbing story.
"Oh, here YOU are Coming down
snon ?" sail Mrs. Pond, suddenly put.
tns h,r Il al in at the door.
Not again tonight, thank you, Mrs
Pond If You will excuse me- am not
much accustomed to company. tal as |
Shall not be missed, | would prefer stay.
ing here, replied IIep<ey.
"But YOU arc missed. returned Mrs
Pond cnpharically. II hope that You
will think better Of it, AMI come down
presently"
Then she disappeared and directly re-
appeared al Mr.. Starkpolc's elbow.
You find those prints all that YOU cx-
pcctcd, do you not, Mis-, Converse ?" said
she to the young lady in blue, who now
looked enthusiastic instead of forl IN
ANU WI o,''o"Po''' s'V '''''' ''.''.
ly "you will find what you spoke Of wish.
ing to see. in the little green study at the
head of the stairs. You know the room
gn right i'm
NJ Stackpolc hardly waited for Mrs.
Pond to finish her sentence before &c was
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<ey' ana r''-'n% h'r eyes '''Nc' '"'" '"'
Lace o' Mr' o'acNP''c' VINO was stunning
before her.
"lleP~i"H' said he softly holding out
his h'nd for hers. "Ah, HcPsiba
The oil naihe that She had hardly
hclld for years The name he hal call
ed her by; how it thrilled hci; bringing
% full lile again the buried ahadowy host
of hopes. aud loves and ycaruings. They
started up. sudden, unlocked for, and
sublime. like the old dead Inras thrown
uo in IN. great earlhonake; but not like
them, withcrcd and past rcyiring.
"You have not forgotten the letter ]
wrote you before went to Portland, Hep
siba? The letter and the question ask
ed in it twelve years agn?1 Mr.. Stack.
pole entrealcl in tender tone and trcm
ulous holding fast her hand in dread lest
she should vanish once more.
"Sir?"
90 Uepsiba il was only this evening
20: vour answer"
Mr.. .Strrkpolem
Only this evening, Hcpsiba ! After
lwclye years wailing! Yes, it came at
last; have it; here it is =
MIR. Stack ole. My lctcr?'
Your precious letter, licpSihah. II
has been lying all these long years in
Sister Luc, 5 writing desk. Fred Tiacy
brought me the desk Yesterday. and lust
before coming here TO nirht opened il
one corner, slipped carclcssly into IN old
packape of papers, was this, with the
seal unbroken."
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