Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-11-18

VI sPcah W uci. iic sat uoWu WI thc
porch seat for moment aud then went
back 10 the town. 1t was years before
Mildred saw him again.
Mr.. Briton did not 90 the Continent at
all with Fred. lilo went by himself on
n scientific tour TO Central America, and
Mr.. Harold departed on his travels. &C.
companied by his mother and sisters. and
his Cousin Adcla Brcmer. young lady
whom ii was his duty, rs the heal OF the
family, to marry.
lie had long talk with Mildred before
he went.
1--WE mus, wait twelve months" he
said and then | shall be my own master.
| can't tell the mdtcr-she would make
me marry Adela."
You hid better do So, said Mildred,
scorniully. She was beginning to hate
her position, % despse weak good na
lured Fred.
"Wcll,it's almost n pity" he answered,
smiling. II haven't managed to fall in
love with her; il would have joined the
estates SO nicely. can fancy matters
rage when she finds out have chosen
you. But you are worth thousand
Adelas. Mildred. dear shall be proud
of my wife.
Fred went abroad with his family par
~, aud the old round Of life went on for
Mildred. The winter passed. and the
bright summer with no change but the
death vi Mildred's aunt They had new
er loved each other much. but Mildred
fclt luhelicr still without her.
In the early autumn came letter TO
the cottage from Mrs. Harold
My ron tells me, the letter ran.
"that there has been something like sn
engagement between you and him; L
don't wish TO write about the unworthi.
moss of Your conduct-that is all past
and gone. au, merely obeying my
sons wishes in addressing you. He is 10
bo married Ia morrow TO his cousin.
Miss Adcla Bremen. and he hopes you
thought no more OF his words than he
did OF yours"
The letter all through was in the same
strain. uampling Mildred's pride into the
dust-a bitter punishment.
Four years had passed since Mildred
left Waltham. hcartsick OF the place
four dreary years Of lite as governess.
patty in school. and partly in the fam
ily she was with now. Her pupils-lhree
little rompiug children. who had been
plsyiag At little distance on the sands
came runni.g up with pretty shells.
Look, Miss Hugo. we are going to
take them home TO mamma"
She answered them pleasantly y-the
children seemed her only friends Just
now
1--WE had better go back. she said. TAX
ing little Arthur's hand.
The little Italian village 10 which the
family had come for the winter on account
of Mr.. Wilson's health. was about mile
from The sea She was waiting for her
gurcIu ness ut the top OF the brOad steps
tb.i loI f., Tho bonse
Il thought you were never coming
back. Is it wise TO take the children SO
far, Miss lluso?"
They like The sea-" returned Mildred.
An, ! am afraid you spoil them; but
am glad you are come home. We ex.
pee, visitors. and there is nothing ready.
Would you mind helping Marie little,
Miss IIugo' Ellen has bad headache,
aud is lying down"
Certainly" said Mildred. pleasantly.
She was ircd already, but she busted
herself all the long afternoon. dusting
and arranging, and giving orders 10 the
Italian servants.
Evening came and the visitors; Mr..
Wilson's brother and sister. in-law, and
a tall, bearded friend of theirs, whom
Mildred bowed to in The lannplight. and
did not recognize until he spoke. Had
he recognized her? Mildred could not
tell He had chatted all the evening TO
Mas. Wilson and her daughter Ellen,
while the governess sat by the table with
her work, casting rare glances at the
dark. pleasant face, so much older and
sadder.
Mildred had thought over and over
again what their meeting might be like
it ever they met again. She had never
lancicd ii like this, wilhou, II look OF re-.
cognilion from the dark eyes that had
sought hers so otter once.
Next morning. before dawn. Ellen
Wilson came into Mildred's room.
"Will you get up? We are going to
spend the day among the hills. and ma.
ma wishes the children TO go. VIII you
mind helping me 10 pack ?"
1t was radiant day. withouta breath
OF GOODNESS in The air. Mildred was
tired before she started, and the child
ren wearied her at every step. She sat
down ut last, utterly unable TO 60 any
further.
The others were on ahead, laughing
and talking, Mr.. Briton walking beside
Ellen, and making himself very agreoa.
BILE.
81 wonder where Miss Hugo can be ?"
asked Misi Wilson at last, missing the
ooyerness. Those children will surely