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


Will you have q cup of tea' | will call
auntie down 10 propiliate theproprietcs." "
Il don't want any tea. am not going
to be treated politely by you Mildred"
II ann not going to treat you politely" "
she said, as she came back to the rug.
laughing-"don't be frightened" She
stood opposite, still laughing, her beauti'
face dimpling and sparkling.
Mildred" said Mr. Briton. Il will
speak.
"No. YOU won't. Go with Fred Harold
to the Continent lor twelve months, apd
I'll stay here, trying to make my pupils
understand what music means. When
yoa come back will listen 10 you and
shall be able TO answer"
Now. Mildred"
No. And you mustn't call me Mild.
red. sir. Do as | tell YOU, rs an earnest
ol good behavi ior in future
Il may never come back may die
abroad"
"heQuicScat ia pace. You cant make
me serious. MIR. Briton You will come
back welded 10 some charming Italian
woman"
Very hkely," he said, bitterly.
Certainly it is; or | mtY marry some
rcd haired professor. | won't answer Tor
myself"
"Or perhaps" Nh. Briton did not
finish his sentence lie bent down to
pull Rollo's ears, aud did not see the dull
/ flush that covered Mlldred's face.
Don't you think We have talked
enough ?" she said Il want my tea. and
| sm tired.
well, will 20; | shan't see you
again. Mildred. Harold will Join me in
London it 90 with him"
Good by. then; shall miss your
voice in the choir. Mr. BriIou-I hope
Your successor in the school will have II
good tenor"
lie held her hand rs she spoke.
Twelve month. is long time" he
said Give me something that will De
linked with these happy days"
ITO keep my memory green? Have
one of these flowers Take your choice
mo; give ne one
She drew the bowl toward her.
These geraniums are too brigh: lol
your present state of mind. am afraid.
You don't like heliotropes? What bad
taste! Will you have one oi these roses +?
they are half dead, though
Never mind like them best. They
have grown in the air aud the sunshine =
There then; and now you must really
go
She went to the door with him. bidding
him good by with gay smile.
L shall come back" were his last
words, in twelve months, Mildred"
Dolly. will will you bring me in the
tea Aun,ie ms had hers. II ,uppose p
YES. Mis-. Mildred. Has he gone ~
"Ol course he has, you foolish old
woman, Make the tea strong. Dolly
I'm awiu.ly hungry"
Rolo consumed most o: the bread and
butter. however Miss Hugo sat down
on her ioW chair hy the fire. drinking her
tea. and thinking not of Nj. BritOn alto
gether-oi somebody else. who had
walked home with her in the stm ight
that evening. after she had given his
sisters their music lessons; ot the con.
/ tempt OF those sisters for the music mis-
I tress of the fact that the stately mansion
/ was their home only till their brother
married, when they must 60 back to the
dismal little house 10 the Lancashire fens
of celt tain fair, proud woman VINO made
Mldred's lite harder still by covert in.
suits. She was thinking OF all these
things AS she drank her tea. and led Rollo
with the bread and butter.
Dolly came in and carried off the tea
tray. Rollo went 10 sleep, and Mildred
got up TO go to her aunts room. The
rest of the bunch of roses was lying on
the floor. She picked them up, hot tears
aching in her eyes.
"Poor little things - she said. touching
the withered petals with her dry. ieverish
lips. IL wonder what will lie The end ?'
The twilight oi the next lay was gath
ering as Miss Hugo came out of the gates
Of the great house with = roll OF music
in her hand, and walked swiftly towards
her home. 4 dark. tail figure fol-
lowed her, gaining rapidly on her foot
steps. She stopped, waiting for him te
come up.
Fred, can't have this you mustn't
do it,"
"Why not ?" he asked, eagerly. 81
am going away with BtilOn next week
Won know; don't make me more misera
BILE than am"
"Irs very FOOLISH" and she let hin
walk on at her side. talking to her IL
happy. broken sentences.
"In twelve months ] shall be my owr
master. when come back from that hate
iul Continent, and then we'll get married
Ell. Mildred:"
81 don't know"
"You wouldn't have the heart to jilt mt
now, Mildred?'
She stopped. her face flushing, hei
voice hot and broken
.NIr Harold. understand plainly there