Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-07-21
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\ STAMPEDE IN 1924.

"Aul yo1Il no give ne one good
v,yd, E.>ic2 Youll not even speak TO
mc p"
The qaest.Iacr wa, tall, handsome
mu, uoleh somewhat woyn looSius,
and decidedly shame faced. The person
hc a.Iicssed WAS w.usomc lassic Of
some seventeen ycais, who had come TO
tic wei, head. vhe.e a small stream ur
pure water ,yicblcd through . rude spout
inserted Ia q cgevice Of the rock. Elsie
hal pa, down her pitcher and was wait.
iug lor il TO .i.l. leaning meanwhile with
both arms on the rude stone wall which
protected the spring from the cncroach
mcuys OF the cattle. and looking every
where but at the speaker. You'll 40.
even looS at me-" repeated Duncan
Scott. wis,luily. "and this perhaps the
las. time We'll ever meet by the well side,
where we have spent 50 many happy
hours. Won't you just speak 10 me,
E.sic."
"That will | no" answered Elsie.
turning on him with womanly Indignation
and more than womauiy inconsistency.
That vii, no. Duncan Scott. won
der YOU dare so mlch Is look q. me after
what You said, aud what YOU cveucd me
10 The last time We met here. | think it
shame that ever cared for the likes OF
YOU"
To Judge from his face, Duncan seemed
to find comfort even in these sharp words: {:
But, Elsie, woman"
III hear nothing, DuncAn-not q
word :" interrupted Elsie. her blue eyes
flashing fire at tho remembrance Of her
wrongs. "i'il never wed a jealous -paieI
fool. And Jealous ol whom?' she asked
in tone OF the utmost scOrn: "Ol my
own foster brother that WAS nurSed at the
breast of MY mother. wonder that you
die ma think CT iIabbie, or poor w:ile:s
Michael in the ingle uooh.
Bat, Elsie, would YOU but listen
NO. I'll no listen. For what suld
ljs,cn;"
But you might tell me how it was.
Elsie You might say word 10 explain
what You were doing with young Feyuie.
hurst so late at e'en?"
Again Elsie turned on him.
"ExpI,in ?-and what FIR shollL cx.
plain. or what right have you to think
any explanation needed? Is not Feluie-
hurst nay own foster. brother, as told
YOU. and as you knew well enough? And
is not that the same Is mine own brother,
and more? But | will explain, said the
poor gi,i forcing back the tears which
we're too ready to run over: "Fernichur>l
.oyes uouny Mary, llarden's daughter,
thlt's away in EiinGoro' with her aunt tor
safety: and knowing me to be an Old
nicud and playmate Of ,hc young Teddy =
Lc zsye me a letter and token tor her
against her coming home, knowing that
40 mans lie is sale for a day, with the
English camped here in our very midst
So there ye have the tale. aud much good
may ii DO YOU. No. not You needn't
,ry to come round me that gate, Duncan :
she added, in firm but scornlul tone
Withdrawing the hand that Duncan would
have taken. "Alrs over between US.
have borne much ere this from you jealous
humor, but I'll bear no more. I'll have
naught TO say 10 any man who can call
me what you called me that night. Go
your ways-wilh whom you will. wish
you no III, but al the good in the world {;
but YOU are no mere aught TO me nor | TO
you! Fare ye well'
So saying, Elsie took up her pitcher
which had been for some time brimming
over, and walked down the path, without