Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-08-11
"Belling is wrong" said Celia de

pin of mino to-lct me see-tc that rose
in your hair, that Mr.. Moth stays and
singes himsei?"
Celia did not refuse. and silence con.
senieth. They kept quiet and watched
and waited
Not for very long The winged sim.
pleton advanced, retreated. advanced
nearer, executed y few zigzag flights and
eccentric curves. then made blind dash
at the flame, and fell scorchcd on tho
table.
"Well?" said Rory, coming round 10
Celia. and his eyes looking straight into
hers while he detached the rose. That
required Time and patience. for il was a
lhorny bud. and by tho time Rory had
finished. one Of his iingers was bleeding
"You pay dear for your WHISTLE" said
Celia.
mo dearer than | expected" answered
Rory. II knew it was bricr rose" and
again he looked nj her. Ho did not go
back TO bis former seat then. but drew u
chair beside her, aud leaned his elbow on
tho table where the moth WAS still ieebly
huitering
Poor old fellow !" said Rory looking
down at it with queer smile. "come anu
die in honey" And he picked il up and
placed it on the rose. leaves. Moths
like roses. .oo," he said.
You're thinking Of bultcIllies." said
Celia. knitting away most industriously.
Whats The difference ?" asked Rory.
"Oh. don't know-over 50 much"
"Well. yes. so much. at any rate.
butterflies urc rovers. and moths arc con-
stant-to the candle"
There was another long pause.
do you remember just such an even.
ing rs this. four years ago. Celia" said
Rory at last, when you called me shirk,
and sent me about my business"
20. Rory !" said Celia, reproachiuily,
Il did hope you wouldn't remember oil
my silly spec chcs against me-"
"AgainSt you !" repeated Rory. "Thcse
were the kindest words you ever spoke to
me. Made man oi me. Came just in
time, too, for little longer, and should
have settled down into regular village
louugcr-iikc old Tom Wiley, perhaps
hanging about the stores. sitting on n
molasscs barrel, ind drinking old ia.
ma;ca, Might have come to that. who
AuOws?'
Is th laughed.
But. Celia" said Rory, pres entity,
I'm not shirk now, and-is there any
chance or ne? You .uow you're all the
world to me, dear"
The transition from niolas,rs 10 scn.i.
mcut was 50 abrupt that it confused Celia
for moment Then she remembered
juniala, aud her lips compressed. How
dare Rory play with her like that
Rory" she said, quickly, you ought
not to talk so 10 me-"
why rot?' said unabashed Rory.
"Oh!-you know"
Il don't. Is it DR.. Heath or Lew
mo, no ! But aren't you going TO
marry your lricnd'"
II hope So" said Rory, "what of thatm
"What of that" echoed Celia. with o
wondering glance at him. as if 10 mako
sure he had not been taking just a drop
of old Tom Wlcy's speciiic-"why, you
can't marry Two people. and you know
you said yourself the wedding would DO
next yearP"
"Oh, you're thinking OF Juniata' Yes.
but her wedding won't be mine, you
know?"
"No,-yours-
"Ot course not She's going 10 marry
a Spanish fellow as light-heelcd as she is.
They danced into love together, and now
they're going TO dance into matrimony."
"Oh.r Scarcely to save her life could
Celis have spoken more than that one
word, nor have looked up into the dusky
blue eyes she felt were waiting Tor hers.
"Did you think Juniata was The friend
hoped to marry ?" said Rory. in lower
voice. I've got another friend-Celia-"
Silence; and then Celia knitting as il
for wager. Rory leaned forward and
captured both her hands in defiance oi
the darling needle points and tho immi
nent iisk OF another wounded finger.
Celia" said he. as il DR.. Heath or ~
"I's-pot DR.. Heath" said Celia, and
then knitting and needles became entan'
glcd in hopeless confusion. and l am
afraid some of the stitches in that stock
ing had 10 be taken over again.
Taking of Juniaia. Celia" said Rory
and.by, "as l told you, your packing
me of was The making OF me; but all tho
same. wasn't it something Of risk -
How did you know but might turn out a
butterfly instead of moihP"
"No danger laughed Celia, ignoring
all her previous doubts and fears. "Once
moth. always moth !"
Rory answered this saucy speech as 1t
deserved. Blu, his reply cannot be set
down on Appleton'S Journal.
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A man in q rural town had pet call
which he was training up in the way oi
AN OK. The calf walked around very
ncncerully under one end OF the yoke,