Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-01-30

1t was splendid. | wanted my handker.
chief, and in pulling it from my pocket,
out rolled my scarlet ball of wool, that
had forgotten to put away with my work
Joe ran after it-way to the bottom of the
hill-and when he came back, breathless
and laughing over his second shot," !
put on, my hand to receive it. of course,
when he said he'd keep it to remember
mo by !" scolded and coaxed, but he
would not give it TO me-and kept it n
whole week (and am afraid my stripe
will smell horribly OF slate. pencil and
sponge and-boys-lor he carried it TO
school with him every day and used TO
hold it up at me when he passed the win
dow Lilly got it Tor me finally-and so,
al the last minute, my stripe was finished
and III never speak to Joe Jessup
again There! FANNY
THE GREEN STRIPE
finished ms stripe in one evening 1t
was the night staid with the Grass girls
We all had hurried Christmas work on
hand and so we agreed TO sill mp late un-
der the drop-light in their pleasant
"home room," and our needles would
keep time 10 the music Of Herman's
voice rs he told us oil his 'iiye Years oil
study abroad"
He told us wonderful stories of German
student-ite. and brought down his pipes
and cap and sword, and showed me the
tinicst little scar under his hair where he
was cut IN duel. and he sang student
songs uu,il could almost understand the
German in them.
Although knit ndusIriously, could
>li. see All the little incidents pass before
me -, he related them 50 glowingly, and
when. after some beautiful description of
German life and the scenery and all,
sighed, "Oh | icaM to go SO much :" he
took my work from my hands, and. bend
ing down. whispered TO me-: "Geiiebte,
geh nit mir?' only half understood
him, and blushod and laughed. and the
girls cried. Herman asks you to go with
him y aud they put their arms around
NY neck and kissed me, aud said they
wanted me To be their sistcr-and they
left us alonc-and, oh moiher-l love
him maynt go9 KATE.
W 90 l. w + AVl NGS.
The WHITE STRIPE.
Little white stitches come swiftly and 20,
Weaving the woods In and out, to and fro;
While the bright needle industriously speVhs
Forming the garment humanity needs
Little hy lttle the task is made clear,
Led BY my faithful true steel pioneer;
Till my thoughts with nv work, are fashioned,
and
In the shape they arc taking, small uisdoms des.
cry.
Thinking good thoughts, led on by a thread.
Queer little iancies come into my head
And hear a small voice talking 10 me, while
Listen unto it-with nobody by
a. Deeds, although small, If the evil o'ercomo.
shine with m honor and glory, well won;
But sin, howe'er trining for naught or for ILL.,
Remaineth forever and cyer-sn still
Little things count, even in great life;
lis the llstle disturbance make all the strife.
And little kind acts OF affection win bring
To the worlds cheercss winter the son airs OF
sprlng.
' 'Ts the sharp little thorns that, hestrswIng our
way,
Give "a scratches and wounds; and our pains 10
al!ay
We should cultivate patience, with IT, geutle
power,
Turn aside all the nettes that sting with flower"
GUssIE.
And 80 Our Afghan" and our stories
were woven together. With tears on
some stitchesa laugh embroidered in the
meshes OF another, (and maybe dtop
OF pudding sauce on Nell's)-.but--with
hearts love in all (and especially in one y
we gave our Christmas Offering TO The
Mother"