Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-06-03
Stlttt STORY.
\ NOVEL SPOILED.

The heroine was not beautiful. to be
giu with, not queenly. nor in ANY wise
remarkable She was Just plump. win
,cluc little mairieu. aud She stood at The
garden gate. that moon light Sunday
evening. with IN air the very cvcrse of
s,atelin~ss aud composurc. pu!liug l"aVes
itom Tine rl>,- bush near by. with nervous.
huuctlus inscrs that .lid not ereu Nuaw
when The thorns pricked IIem. Outside
lac gate was tail figure. a face bronsed
lud bearded. and low voice utlering
SuTl> hall pleading. halt resentful.
There Was moments pause. then the
voice questioned. with dash 1l bitter
ness
Shall l 20. Maggie p
just as you please, Mr.. Clifford
WhrrrupOu the queS,ioner TUNED sudden
iy about and strode rapidly lowu the
country road. crushing the gliltering
sand under his ieel. while Maggie sped
into The house, up % errJum. and bolted
her door as il afraid OF being pursued.
she pccped through curtain, until u
lonely pedestrian on the quiet road had
vanished Iom sight; thed shc assured
herself that If Tom chose to act So
she didn't care = and proved her utter
indifference by bury ng her face IN her
pillow with a burst ol ,ob,, and enlire
loigelluinrss ol The pausies ia her pretty
hat
They had quargeled about GQ.G,Gg. al
least She couldn't remember what IL began
with,-but, q, course II WAS all over bc
lore them both NOW. and he would 90
away is he had said She wondered AZ
she lay with her flushed lca Col iace
tu.ucd toward tho stars. how II would
seem to die that night. AMI 90 away from
Il all Wouldn't somebody be sorry
theu2 She almost wished she could do
it.-noi quite, because one doesn't like To
sop in the middle OF u story even if it is
ones own; and besides, what good
would his remOrse do her it she never
could know anything about it2
Tom. on his homeward walk, discou,S-
ed luriouSy to himself upon the Aekle
ness and pervegsily Of all woman kind.
Not one Of the whole race WAS worth
breaking fellows heart for, he remark
ell sayagely, though with q lite quiver
about his lips the while. One thing was
certain, he would not stay mopiug there.
The world was wide, and there was
nothing now to hold him buck. He
would resign his place in the village
stOge, and join the party for Arizona,
Yes, he would take the first morning
train Tor the city and tell Golfer he would
90; there was fortunately time enough
left for that yet, and if it left bref space
for preparation, SO much the better He
should not wait for people TO change
their opinion, he thought, fancying that
by people he meant Miss Maggie. but in
reality. fearing more laltering OF pur-
pose in nearer party.
Let the Sunday night be Whist il may,
Monday morning follows it all the same.
Maggie was glad that it was Monday
morning, since it left her 10 sit with her
sewing in quiet corner ty window.
unquesiioned aud undislurbed. while
busy Aunt Polly. who would allow no in
experienced fingers y Meddll in her
washing, and lame Aunt Becky, who al
WAYS would stay where Polly was, were
in The kitchen adjoining. No ordinary
Kitchen was this. steaming. sospy and
disconsolale. but a large, pleasant. tidy
room, where Aunt Becky could enjoy her