Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-09-03

she'd have taken all creation into her
heart il he'd have lot her.
| The sins of the fathers shall be visit
al OH the children says the deacon, rea'
solemn like. 'Eben llapgood was-out
Doremy never gave him chance I" tell
what hs was. If that's So. says She. i
think, deacon, you'd better 80 home ana
look out what portion Hezekiah'll have,
and leave me 10 tcnd these orphan
That's tho way it wont. The ncighb"r'
| buzzcd like swarm OF bees but Dnrc-
my just held her own wat rs stead, a.
clock"
Did hor mother agree with herr !
asked.
We'll fact is, Susan Fletcher nvycr
had no more decision than y PINK .vNed
rabbit; she always pinned her faith on
Doremy. and where Dolemy got her will
csut Se.," answered MIS- Blatchtord
reheC livoly rubbing her nose.
However. she always did iulv al
home, and SO she kept the babies. |
must say Was one that thought 'tsss i
foolish thing. One baby fills house
clear 10 the roof, but, iwor
Mr.. Blatchford completed her sentence
! 10y sniff mere expressive than words,
aud rocked thoughtfully few moments
before continuing.
Al last people got settled down that
there wasn't much use in opposing Dor
t,uy Mrs Quimby kissed her kind ut
slr. and says shv. The Lurd'N Keep his
eye ou YOU dearir she gave her n lot "i
baby CLOTHES hat used To be llezeklsh =,
too. when the deacon didn't know II.
Some lolks do get mated So. and 80 round
/ picciug out each others short comimg, |
rather think that was all the help any
body gave Doremy, for ali lhe talking.
But then it did beat all kow cheerful
she Ms over them little helpless .squirm.
| ing creatures; rock this one, trot l'olher
-cslnip for this, safiloa for that-up and
down and all over and che Just laughing
aud saying: IT'S wen they're boys,
mother, cause can make their clothes
clear up TO their freedom suits. Girls'd
puzzle me- Doremy WAS tailore.s 10y
trade, YOU know. | will say never
/ kncw babies to thrive better"
What were they named?r 1uericd,
mindful of the anxious discussions over
dainty morsel of humanity in cert. in
happy homo not long before.
We'll. there wa, fuss about that, too.
Deacon Quimby. he wanted 'em called
Paul and Timothy; Lucindy Barnes -
she's the school teachers wanted 'em
named Damon and Pythagorss, or some
such heathen nonsense. Lucindy WAS
always highfying in her IDEAS" said
Mrs Blatchiord, e1plosirely. Squire
Luce said they ought tn bc George
/ Washington and Patrick Henry. But
when everybody GOT through talking,
Dorcmy spoke: Their names shall bc
John and James and somehow il never
struck any body at the time that one WAS
! tho nslGs OF her father and the other ol
Doremv's intended. James Judson, who
died nine Years before, just when he'd
got his new house done. and the wedding
! day was set"
1T must have been hard for her to
take care of them and support herself
too" said.
1T ws-, sAo .lNcd hard, YOU might
say, But she seemed TO DO pretty well.
| have an idea the Lord kind ol prosper
| ed her alter she loak them orphans.
| When he, mother went blind. folks said
she'd have TO give 'cm up; but she
didn't
Blind? how dreadful" with mur,
nun u sympalhr.
| eyes. il was nerve trouble and came
suddenly, Deacon Quimby went over Ia
reason with her. Say. ho, I'm afraid
you've been still, neckcd in this matter.
Dorcny now you'll bo made tG zee
them twins as IL burden. aud have to put
'em wherp they belong Doremy an
swered just as quiet i look at it diflel
snt,' Says she. III the Lords took
mothers sight. he's sent her Two pair OF
young eyes TO grow up in her use while
mine have to be tied To the needle. The
boys are her best comfort. Step in and
g;cati mother n Psalm, deacon, thatll do
her good MORN talking"
The deacon did read to S san Fletch
cr spell, and came away clearing his
throat as if he had Il dreadful cold. Next
day he sent up bushel of apples. Folks
said it was the iirs! present he ever made,
hul that isn't hardly likely" said Mrs.
Biatchlord mildly. 'Doremy was right.
though; her mother had solid comfort in
those boys. She taught 'em to read.
luu.T
ITO read ?" | exclaimed.
Its n fact" replied Mrs. Blatchlord,
enjoying my surprise. "she knew pretty
much Of The Bible by heart, anil Doremy
would set 'sm at some chapter and tell
her what it was. so she could correct 'em
as they read 1t used TO be kind OF like
a picture to see the old lady setting in
her chair with them two chubby rogues
leaning against her and spelling out the
good words as sober as ministers, and
! Dmemy sewing away as iast and smiling
To herself noremy wasn't never hand
some. but always thought she grew