Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-11-05
Stlttt Storp.
TOM FOSTERS WIFE.

had lust returned nom two lear's
stay in Euyops, ana VAS ssuutering down
fremont street in the golden September
morning, when .aw my old friend, Tom
Foster, e, out OF = uotse. car u low steps
IN advance of ne. knew him in mo-
mcnt, though We had hardly met since
we were st Exeter Academy together,
: ten ears bclure-yOom-m and 5iiths
companions Uu,! Ne par,ed-l TO - 10
Harvard and he To- enter hiS fathers store,
the we'll known house ot Foster X Co.
Pear street. He was = mcuy, hearty,
pyac,ica! fellow, clear. skinned aud robust
Is an Englishmsn. self-reiiant and enter
prisiug 2s New Hampshire birth and Bos
Ion training could make him. ! always
ii6ed H!u,, 0uI he plunged into business
and into study, and 81, without mean
IT, il, We had almost los, sghl OF each
Other. lie was al only child, and hi.
parents spent their summers At their
homestead in Greenland near Portsmouth,
aud their winter. in Boston
- ,aid, knew him in moment
lie had grown tall and stout, but the boy
was still in his iace, and with a Hush at
early feeling sprang forward and caught
him 10y the arm.
Tom, how are YOU -
lie looked puzzled for moment. aad
,hca bursting into laugh. he seized my
hand in his strong grasp. and s4c. 4iu,ed:
why, John Ralston /, thi. YOU !;
Where did YOU come lrom' I'm glad to
sec yoa. my hoy Why, haven't set
cye~ ou you since Ne made that lrip 10
Nahant, in your Freshman year Til.
tru,h i, ioth.r was 50 poorly for long
time then that ha'i everything To see 10,
aud ic., as it The world was ou my shout
!egs. : lid hea, lhouss about your GO.
.cse houots aud your going TO Germany, q,
anal I've often though; of you aiey aao
wished 20 see You Why, Jack, in spite
%, my weight, and your beard aud broad
shoulders. can't roalze that ten Years
save gone since We were at Exeter to
getasr We must talk over old times
sui now. When did you get back and
Unat arc your plsns?7
i came yesterday. and shall stay in
the city, on account Of a business matter.
until next Tuesday Then am going
home"
} We'll, now .lhis is Saturday, and YOU
can DO nothing alter three O'Clock, Come
and spend Sunday with me in the country.
want to introduce TO you my wife"
Your wife arc you married, Tom?T
Married nearly year, said he with
4 smile.
You don't look very solemn over It."
Solemn Is the jollisst thing ever
tid ia NY lie Meet me at the Eastern
Depot At four o'clock, and III tell you ali
Jbou, it on the way down"
re parted 81 the Winter street corner,
he To 20 10 lis store, and TO ihs Parker
House.
How handsome Boston has grown
said J, gi.ncing st ths fms buildings aud
the common. beautiful in the September
sun.
We think il a nice town" he replied,
speaking with the moderate words and
the perfect assurance Of the Bostonian,
20 whom his city Is the sum of all e1-
cellencs and delight. Remember. four
o'clock" And hS disappeared in the
crowd.
Tom married.n / said to myself, ss
walked along. Il dare say it's to his
fathers pretty ward, Clara Maitland,
whom / saw when spent the day there,
eleven years ago. remember what loUg
curls she had and how fond she seemed
of him. Yes. dare say It's to Clara. ]
hope, though, she hasn't grown up into
one of those delicate Young ladies, good
Tor nothing but to display the latest
fashions, and waltz little, and torture
The piano. Better some rosy, sturdy