Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-10-01


WAS superb creature; she mu.t like
purple though Did you mark tha,
splendid feather she wore in her bonnet ?"
Yes" replied. "buL I'm not think
ing Of that; it's her face that will haunt
me the rest OF my days. Iwouder who
she is? There was something about the
look of hrr eyes that appeared familiar
to mo, and yet can't remember ever 10
have met her before"
"She is beauty, whoever she may be. y
Tom "she was admirably got
ten up, TOO. wonder what her dad doe.
| don't believe she belongs here. for I'm
on tho street every fine day
among the other peacocks, and | never
SAW her until this morning. I've got Az
ilos she's IN English girl; that hat aud
leather look rs il they came lrom over
the pond. don't believe you'll ever see
hsr again
1T won't make much difference | re-
Piled, vndcayorlng to appear uneoncern-
al. though my hsarL was still beating
quick at tho recollection Of whst had Just
and would have run miles to
get suother look At that face.
The following day ! spent almost sn
liiely on Broadway, hunting ups purple
feather Several times was deceived,
and chased the wrong one to my infinite
disgust visited all the hotels, aud
pcepsd iu!o the ladies' parlors, while ioi
eight successive Sundays went TO church
afternoon and evening, patron
Zms all denominations where thought
i iiAely IL spy The purple feather, At
.cu.Ih brgnn To- think that rom OAKS
wxs correct The girl did not live in the
rily grew moody, anIi dare Say dis
agreeable 10 my friends Ii MAS now
'rrgiug towards the Christmas HOLIDAYS,
-
from my father who requested me iu bc
,urO and come early, rs The BrAniloy :.
were To he there. aud he wished me to
see whI. splendid girl Grace had grown
20 br
BAH | exclaimed. still singing the
iams old tune "l'm not 10 bs caught
hat way. Now. il il WA, my hllle girl
With tho purple feather, il would he dit.
rrsnt thing never can love any other
woman while ill, recollection oi that lAcs
cmsins IN my mind. How strange II Is
lsel thus
Snme days afterwards Tor. 0at. came
n'u my Office, Charley" he said Il
rT sl th. Hudson River depot no, long
since, and am almost confident | saw your
purple feather girl seated in one Of tho
care The train WAS moving pretty rap.
dly. and merely got glance, but Am
almost sure i, was She"
Your Information don't help me
nach," replied; but I've given up that
,hase. I'm going home 10 spend the mol.
days. aud il you have mind 10 come
,iong, I'll Introduce you TO \ retl-haired
girl whose dad is worth a million"
Charlie, ," replied my friend with much
'criousne.s. "l'd do most an'thing Tor
l.lf that sam but marry woman with a
ed head. beg leave 10 decline. Be.
'idss. nay dear fellow. know little
girl that will he watching and waiting
III arrive
\ cold, frosty morning was the 18th OF
December. There had been no snow yet.
cut from lhe leNdcn color OF the sky =,
/ wss near al hand As the cars bore me
along, buried my chin in my great coat
md began calling up the scenes of my
youth hall un. visited home Tor three
,-ars There must have been a good
msuy things happen in my atssnce that
lad not heard Of
The Shrill scream ol the LOCOMOTIVES
warned me that Nc we've approaching the
station where WAS 10 alight The brakes
grated harshlY against the wheels, the
speed of the tain slackenrd. and we pres.
emily slid us TO the landing that was three
miles distant from my home. The stark,
brown trees by the road seemed like old
friends.
Glad Ia see you. Mr. Charles" said
Forbes. our eoachman, coming forward
with glad smile. brought The small
down. Your fnthsr would have
come along, only he sprainsd his ankle
while out doors with Mr.. Ste
nhsn."
You don't say he is at our house,"
"Oh bless You, sir, he's been there
more than week and | don't think he's
likely TO leave SOON" aud the man smiled
meaningly.
"Whsl makes you think so, Forbess"
asked.
"Wcll. sir. you see he's dead set after
Miss Grace. but don't wonder At that {;
Who wouldn't be You haze no idea,
Mr.. Charles, what splendid young lady
Miss Grace has grown to be. She's so
good too. The servants all say she is An
angel. Shes been abroad, and was tell.
ng me about place in the old country
where was raised. She remembers
everything, sir"
"Ah !" / thought. "if s tephen Hawks
will keep up that game. he can remain
n welcome" Then the idea shot through
nv mind that my father might have tax.