Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-04-29


bed OF its choicest flowers to be made IN
to bouquets for Matte. If fruit or con-
fectionery was sent from the city, the
very incest was selected Tor that same
Matte. The latest magazines and pa
pers were found on her table, placed
there by my brother Charley. In sholt'
nothing was too good for her.
That's so. Kate; and those were jolly
times. Iwonder if Matte has forgotten
them p
Without needing his last remark, Mrs.
Lyman continued: Il had beautiful
loSe.tree at home, Charley, that was
given me by dear friend. As long as |
watered it and tended it carefully it re
paid me with many fragrant, beautiful
blossoms; but after il had been in my
possession few months, am sorry to
say, shameiully neglected it. Some
times. for days together, | did not 20
near II. II faded and dropped. | re-
newed my care of it-but it was too late.
My rose tree died. and learned lesson.
Take care, Charley, that your Matte
does not share the fate OF my rose. She
has peculiarly sensitive nature, and will
not bear neglect any more than tender
plant will
But Kate, Matte knows that | love
her rs well rs ever did
What reason has she TO think so? |
was reading, not long since, of a gentle
man who had visited in great many
families; and, among them all, he had
found but very few really happy ones.
The cause Of the unhappiness, he said,
was not so much the want of love as the
ram Of care u manifest IL. That is
Just where the trouble lies. II man
should tell you that you did not love
your vile and children, you would be
/ tempted TO knock him down-you would,
at least, call him liar. But Charley,
what is love worth that is never express
| od in words FRACTIONS. Play the lover
again. my dear brother, and, take my
word for it, you will have no cause to
complain OF Matte
By this time the door Of Uncle Johns
house was reached. and there wa. no
time for further conversation. They were
met, rs had been predicted. by smiling
faces and the evening might, indeed,
have passed very pleasantly, if Mr.. Ora.
ham had been in mood TO enjoy it. His
sisters words had made deep impress
sion on his mind; and. though vexed at
her plain talk, he could but acknowledge
that she was right.
Al an early hour they were on the way
home, but more than half the distance
was passed over before word was spok
en- by either. Mrs Lyman was begin.
ming to fear that she had seriously offend
cd her brother, when he said, Kate, |
was almost angry with you, but I've
come to the conclusion that You are moro
] than hall right. I've acted like u fool
blaming Matte for what | alone was to
blame for. I'll turn over new leaf, and
see il | can win the roses back to Maltie's
cheeks
Spoken like yourself, my dear broth
cr. Only live your courting.days over
again, and you will again have reason 10
be proud OF Matte. Now, Charley,
continued his sister. Just stop at Warn
er's, on the way home, and buy basket
oil those nice oranges; then call at Os-
goods, and get the latest magazine.
Take them As present to Matte, and
see how she will receive them
Mrs. Lyman went directly home. and
finding Mrs. Graham still busily sewing,
gave her goodnight kiss, and went i'm
mediatey to her room. Mr.. Graham
came in soon atterward, and placing the
oranges. with the book, in his wite's lap,
said, Here, Matte, is present got IN
purpose for you-lay aside your sewing,
and enjoy these good things.
Mis-. Graham gave her husband ope
quick. surprised look, and, as she had
once before that evening, burst into tears.
why. Matte, said Mr.. Graham. have
l been SO neglectful Of you, that little
act OF kindness like this affects you thus"
oh, Charleyr said she, as soon as
size could command her voice sufficiently
to reply, Il thought you had ceased TO
to love me, and was just grieving my
self TO death over it,
No, Matte, had grown careless OF
my VOW to love, honor and cherish; but
God helping me, promise anew to love
and cherish you tenderly till death do us
part.
1t was all that was needed to make
Matte the cheerful, loving Matte of old.
Mrs Lyman was awakened that next
morning by Charley's clear, ringing
voice, as he sang the words of that most
beautiful of Scotch songs
"IIer voice is low and sweet,
She's all the Sorld to me
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me down and dee"
'Ahr said she, with a smile, 1t didn't
take lawyer to find the reason why
Matte went moping about the house
Husbands, love your wives, and be
not bitter against them