Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-04-22

man so cavalierly?"
You? 90. Mr.. Leicester! Don't
mock me-" She broke down in another
flood OF tears, aud Mr.. Leicester comfort
ed her with 4 great many fond words
which would not look half 50 delightful
and charming in print rs they really were,
irom the l.ct that certain things are uni
ycrsally pronounced silly. unless one
happens to be one Of the dramatis per-
soCm-- thcn they are better and more to
Uc desired than the wisdom of Solomon.
BY and by it grew chilly, and the damp
ni,is came up from the river, and Mr..
Leicester said Della must 90 in. though
she, foolish child. would have tarricd
There gladly, nor thought Of damp or
chill, il ii had been January instead ol
August, il he was only there.
Il want TO see your father, too, Della, -
he said; and so they went in.
Nh Lindsay sat by the kitchen table,
his arms crossed and leaning on it, and
before him, scattered about, sundry bills,
papers etc. He looked up, then made y
motion to gather them up. Mr.. Lciccs-
ter dew Della's arm through his, and
came quickly forward.
MIR Lindsay. love your daughter
and she loves me-" he said in steady,
assured voice. Il know Mr. Wilson
would be moro acceptable 10 You. but
think you are TOO much OF gentleman
to object to me on property grounds. |
think We can manage TO live Della and
I-Somchow. What do YOU say to US ?"
Mr. Lindsay glanced from the radiant,
blushing face OF his daughter, to the
strong, quiet one beside her, and, though
it cost him little effort, he said cheer.
fully:
II will add my blessing, il that is
what you ask. God knows that my child's
happiness is mole to mo than money-a
thousand times
Paul Leicester's face sonencd into a
rMe smile. You are brave man,
Dean Lindsay he said warmly, his eye
land you shall never be sorry
ion having trusted me-"
Mr.. Leicester begged for an carly
wedding day aud soon won Della to his
side by his clcquence aud persistence.
1T was as well, perhaps. now rs at any
time, Mr.. Linc>ay thought, and also
yielded. And Mrs. Lindsay had too long
leaned upon and deferred to Della TO
think OF ohiecling to anything she
asked; and 50 it was arranged Tor
the last weei, in September. Two
weeks before the time, Mr. Leicester
said it would bo necessary tor him to be
away q week, and without mentioning
his destination. took his departure. The
week passed, and then ten days, and he
neither came nor wrote to them. And
then it lacked but one OF the day fixed
for the wedding, and Della grew nervous
and Mr.. Lindsay angry. But the after.
noon brought The truanI, who with 4
bright smile, said he was delayed by
business.
by the way he added, taking fold
ed paper from his pocket, and tossing it
to Nlr Lindsay, IL SAW Mr.. Wilson as |
came along
The mortgage deed - exclaimed Lind
-ay, looking pcrpIexcd.
YES. It's no more than fair should
make YOU some present when yon have
so generously given me this dear girl
putting his arm about Della.
but don't understand. II"
Thought ! was n poor fellow" finish.
leicester. smiling. Il know you did,
and will add that have been TO con-
siderable trouble to give you that inn
preSson-learning farming. for instance
DO you remember that Dean ?" he asked
abruptly, tossing letter upon The table.
1t was The first letter he had written to
his cousin in New Orleans.
Mr.. Lindsay rose to his feet, white and
trembling.
"You are not he--you are not Julian
richardson" :" he gasped.
81 am very much afraid l am that
eccentric parsonage" he replied, laugh.
ing. IL believe was christened Julian
Paul Richardson. Wnen | received your
elter. conceived the idea of visiting
you lucog. Your second letter deter
mined me, and | must confess | am
thoroughly delighted at the success of my
experiment" he added with bright
smile upon Della. who clung to his arm,
pale with wonder and excitement.
you see. Dean, desired TO know il
you were worth helping-it's foolish
hobby of mine always--and there was
10 other practicable way. l think we'll
lot have to trouble Mr.. Wilson again,
ny good cousin For, as ! told you once
before, think we can manage to live
,ome way-Della and lean we not-my
larling?"
And for answer Della hid her face on
lis shoulder and cried, woman fashion.
Senator Dorsey.