Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-12-05


something, I've no doubt, and will come
home a3 full of enthusiasm and grand
ideas rs she did from Amherst"
So she went, but not on Wednesday
afternoon as size wished-yisitols pre-.
vented her but Oh Thursday morning.
Is she stepped off Fleming's train at
lloIyoke station She met, just getting on
board, her friend. There was an eloquent
look into each others eyes, aud silent
clasp OF hands rs they were joslled
against each other for a moment by the
crowd--and he was gone.
"Such q ply YOU were not here last
evening" said gay young friend.
There was q lecture upon corals, shells,
and all those things you are so much in
tcrcsted in, by a splendid, tall, black
eyed man. You met him just rs you got
of the car. His name is Partridge or
Shutlrick, or something. I've forgotten
what, but the lecture was fine"
By inquiry she might ascertain his
name and residence. but she would not {;
She would not even read q report OF pro.
cecdings FOR fear OF breaking her com.
pact So she enjoyed the day,-a it was
her aim to enjoy each day rs it came TO
her and at night returned TO her studies.
Busy as bee. ever making home bright
and cheerful, reading books which year
ago She deemed dry and uninteresting !;
looking deeper and deeper into all the
mysteries, feeling in everything she did
that new, strange, sweet influence
knowing Away that she was led by y
will stronger than her own. SO on until
Underwater, when she all at once con
ccivei an idea of spending the following
Sabbath ut an uncle's in Northampton. -.
Father and mother both tried TO dissuade
her. but in vain. She declared herself
needing change; said her fathers SER
mons were dry and musly, she should get
something fresh at Northampton. She
wrolc her intentions. and the Saturday
afternoon train took her To her des.
lna,ion. II shall see him ~ she was SAY.
ing TO herself all the way md she look
ed IN The car ami at the stations, and. as
see drove up Shop Row with her uncle,
at every tall man ON the sidewalk and in
the passing teams All in vain; bat she
did not give up. Il know | shall see
him, -hc kept saying over and over in
he mind
The next morniug uncle said, "You
have so much going to meeting at home
you won't care to go here"
ooh, yes, | shall want 10 show my
now winter hat. and see what everybody
else has on and want to hear Dr. Kings
ley"
The Doctor j, not well, but he sup
plie4 tho pulpit with one young prig or
another; we hope he will preach himself
today"
Seated in church, the Rev Dr. came
in, and with him-no, it is not-yes, it
is her friend. But he cannot he min.
islcr? lie is, Tor he enters the pulpit,
takes lis seat. and takes down the Bible.
Laura bows her head 10 conceal the
powerful emotions which she feels must
be visible in her face; and the prayer
was made the hymn sung, and the deep
voice she knew 80 we'll, although heard
but twice before, had read the text be-
fore she could control herself enough to
lit her head. When she did so, the
eyes OF the speaker almost Immediately
met her own, but instead OF confusing,
they calmed her with the power OF their
strong magnetic will. She felt that he
was talking 10 her, and appropriated ey.
cry word to herself. His subject was ST.
Lent influences, and the sermon abounded
in noble thoughts rs he aimed to show
the peace giving influences of the Gospel,
and of firm reliance on the love Of
God and the Saviour. He touched upon
the influence OF mind upon mind, and
painted in glowing language the inhu-
encc which silent prayer for Gods
blessing upon friend may have upon
that PERSONS thoughts; believing it to be
the love Of God and his Holy Spirit work
ing in The minds and hearts of all his
creatures, and SO pervading all nature as
To cause this strange sympathy between
souls.
"Who is he ?" asked Laura's aunt, as
soon as they were en- route for home.
81 don't know" answered her uncle;
a queer name, but he is powerful smart"
Laura said nothing, but the sermon did
her a world of good, and The doubt new
or once entered her heart but that he was
as rue 20 her in spirit as she to him.
The winter melted into spring, and the
spring in turn bloomed into summer, and
at the music convention al Keene they
again for moment met face 10 face; and
a few weeks later their life-path crossed
again one pleasant day in Springfield as
their carriages met in the busy street.
Summer was just fading into autumn
when one glorious Saturday night, our
heroine and her mother were waiting tea
Tor old Mr.. b., with whom her father
was to exchange next day. The master
OF The house had been gone some hours,
for it was long drive over the hill; and
the elder lady several times remarked her
unusual restlessness as she
The flowers in the vases, and al.
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