Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-06-25


help the betrayal OF emotion. Poor
Kate, who sat exactly opposite the speak
or. blushed until it seemed as though all
the blood in her body was rushing into
her face while Isabel and Bertha
tremhlcd rs they might have trcmbled
bad they lound themselves Unexpectedly
upon the verge of u hightful precipice.
The Judge laughed outright.
You get our cook into your house.
and you'd find you'd got Tartar, my
boy" he said. And then TO turn the sub.
ieri ho added:
II remember your mother very well,
Roland; and have eaton her bread q"
Aud thus the conversation soiteued
down into the poetry of other days.
Touching Roland's associations with
Lanark's daughters, he seemed to enjoy
/ the society oil them all IL he seemed
more eager to talk with ono than with
another it was with Kate, not, perhaps.
| because he found her more attractive. but
because she kept herself hidden away
from him 50 much. During the brief in
Ier,icw. that had been permitted him he
found her not only highly accomplished
but he thought he detected m under
current OF plain, practical common sense,
which had not appeared In tho others
And onco when he mad been speaking of
4 his mother. he had noticed katc's eyes
sruw moist with sympathetic light. while
her sisters only smiled in their sweet,
pleasant way He ianeied that through
the gathering moisture oi those deep
blue eyes he hail looked down into u
warm and tender heart-a heart true and
reliable
One bright morning Roland Archworlh
arose with the sun. and walked out into
the garden. BY and by he came around
by the porch. and entered the kitchen 10
ask foI drink ol milk-for he had seen
The gardener just bringing 6rimming
paul from the stable lie went in. and ho
saw Kate Ian tx nj the moulding boaId.
her white arms bare TO lhe shoulders.
Ancadmg snowy pile ai dough. She
did no. go nlm si irsl, and he had mo-
mcul tor thou. hit and in that moment
thc uuth flashed upon him Here was
the conh whom he had prulsed-thc cook
hu had declared he would have in his
own house il he could get her. And he
could now understand the blushing OF
the maiden, and the laughing relolnder
ol the Judge. And he remembered now
ot having overheard Mrs. Lanark speak
ing with II member OF 10. hmily about
the sickness ot her cook-how unfor
tunaie ii was, and So on With u clear
sense, and quick comprehension, aided
by keen powers OF analysis and reason,
Roland road the whole story. He had
come too far To retreat and he pushed
loldly on.
All. good morning. Miss Lunmk.
Pardon my intrusion; but saw the milk
pail oomo In. and could not resist hc
temptation. Oh the old, old days,
shall never forget their joys, and tras,
| shall dever Outliye them. Il Was my
boyhoods delight to take from my moth.
er's hand the cup warm from the new
milking This is the first opportunity
that has presented itself for long, long
years. could not let it slip. You will
pardon me- know.
At first Kate had been sta, tied terribly
hut when she mel The supplisnt's warm
and radiant look, and the music OF The
old home love tell upon her ear. and
when shc saw, rs BY instinct. that the
whole scene was pleasant to him, she
icIt her heart bound with gleeful assu,>
ancc; and brushing the flakes Of dough
from her arms, sh. went and filled u
howl with new milk and brought it 10 him.
al trust" she said. with beaming
smile, that the dust OF toll upon my
hands will not render Tho Offering less
acceptable"
No matter wha, Roland replied. He
said something, and then he drank the
milk. He evidently longed 10 linger in
the kitchen, but pyopriety forbade, and,
with moro OF his real feeling in his looks
than in his speech. he retired.
few days thereafter The young bank.
er sought the Judge in his study, and
said, US ne took a seat, that he had come
upon Important business.
II have come" he went on, ''to ask Of
you that may seek to gain the hand of
your daughter"
The Judge was agreeabIy surprised
He had ianeied that the youth had. been
growing cold towards his daughters.
My dear boy" he said, "betwesn you
and me there need be no beating about
the bush. tell you frankly, should
be both proud and happy to welcome you
"a any son. Which of the two is it ?"
"Of 'hetco ?" repeated Roland curious
ly.
AYE. Is il Isabel or Berthap"
Neither, sir. 1t is Kate I want"
kate" cried the old man in blank as
tonishment. But quickly glad light
danced in his eyes.
"Yes. Judge. Your Kate Is tho wo.
man want for my wife, il | can win
her."
"But-my dear hoy-how in the wcrld
did you manage to find my pearl my