Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-11-18
Stlttt Storp.
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The clock over the parlur mantIe-sh sholl
struck six sharp and clear. Tae lire
blazed up with cheerful glow on bright
tinted carpet aud curtains, on old
fashioned handsome furniture. on the
little tea.table laid lor Que, with big
bow OF flowers in the middie-rare.
delicate blossoms mGst OF them-and,
pushed into a corner, a shabby little
bunch OF monthly loses. A pretty.
bright, wOnanly room; bOoSs were
scattered about and bits ol needle work.
\ Amy Jlaok doc. all ears and hair. lay on
tie Tug, and over all the frelisht flashed
warmly.
Miss Hugo is not in, sir. Its past
her time though; would would YOU like
to wait. sir ?" asked the servant
Yes, am leaving W.llham Thank
you, Mr. Bgi;on answered. ~ the woman
showed him into the hre-liI parlor
She hustled away to get candles. The
visitor. hardly answering ROllo's joyous
greeting. leaned against the chimney
piece, pushing back his thick brown hair
with one hand. The ire blazed aud
cracked, shining over the straight. dark
figure, the grave, manly face. the stead
last eyes. Tick, tick. tick went the
clock. steadily, slowly. like the pulse ol
Ete. The candles were brought aud put
on the table, one on each side OF The big
round bowl of flowers.
Chine. chime rang .he quarter iiom
Jhe church tower across the road Mr.
BriJou started aud went to the window.
pushing back the thick crimson curtains.
Very still and quiet MAS IL out of doors.
The r0wans over the garden gate hardly
moved one graceful branch in the night
air, the Old church opposite, with its
graveyard round ii. rose gray and beau
tiluI in the moonlight
over the moor bey ond The white road
wound away to WalIham. Slowly along
this road came TWO dark figures lettering
in the autumn night. Mr. Buton drop
ped the curtain aud came back to the
tireside.
Tick, tick, went the clock it seem, d
to whisper to him, False. false, false as
the garden gate swung back under the
dark boughs.
We'll. good by; shall see you to-
morrow. How long it will seem"
Nonsense. :" answered Miss Hugo's
gay. lull voice. Don't talk to me ike
that. Good by
She waved her hand playluIly, and
went swiftly up the little path. Her old
servant met her at the door.
Mr.. Bgton is in there, Miss Mildred"
The young lady raised her straight,
dark Lrows in calm surprise. She threw
her shawl and hat of hastily, smoothing
back her curly hair with both hands, and
went softly into the little parlor.
Il hope Rollo has entertained you" she
said, with a bewitching smile; this is
an unexpected pleasure, Mr. Briton."
81 am come to say good by Miss
Hugo" he answered, gravely.
"What Il disagreeable word. You
really won't return alter the holidays,
then?"
That depends upon circumstances
have had an offer from Mrs. Harold. She
wishes ne to travel with her son during
the next twelve months"
"And then" she said. looking up al
him.
II haven't decided. have my fellow
ship, and | think shall take orders"
Poor fellow ~
Il don't know why you should pity me
As fellow OF my college, l shall get s
/ living sometime. and | don't know {
happier liic, if one ought to take that AZ
a test"
Il hope you will be bishop. MIR
Bliton."
"Oh. don't! | wouldn't be for th'
world, ," said the young man. hastily. -
am no, at all ambitious"
"How we should quarrel (" she answer
ID. smiling, IL would make you ambI
,ous. whether YOU liked it or not"
"Nill you Try ~ he returned, coming
u step nearer across the rug.
II am tired Of teaching" was her an
swer. Il won't have you FOR pupil"
IL would be very good" he said. in ;
InU voice.