Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1875-07-06
Seltttt0 Storp.
A CONVERTED CLERGYMAN
AND 4
MISSIONARY MOTHER-Ia-LANY.

+ The Rev. Boswell Holland sat alone
in his study. The room which, though
small. had been diguiied with the name
OF The study, VAS the best and pleasant.
est room in the house. and in il were
drawn together all the best that the
house silOgded-here was the preliiesl
paper and the best carpet. the only
lounge. the easiest rocking chair, the
gay est table cover. the best lamp. and
the prettieSt ornaments. all gathered
here ~ his Young wiie's unSellish dovo.
lion. aud her husband. devoted selfish.
ness.
tall. stout, well ruadc, horid young
man. never intended 10y nature Tor any
Ssccn,ary lte; one whose broad
shoulders and strong arms would have
m,j" a better and healthier man OF D. i'm
iu the hntj or workshop; one who as
farmer coz machiui>, might have made
something a. bis Muscular inheritance
bu, Who had been thrust into a position
he MS wholly untitled Tor by The weak
ambition ol a doing mother and The
vanity ana se!t-indulgenl Incidence of his
owu character.
A gentle step. limid deprecating tap
II The study door Eyes rishl-atten-
tion " Ia one moment. like soldier on
dud. the reverend gentleman bad
wheeled into position at the table.
snalched up pen, dipped it in the ink q,
auI held il suspended over The paper. As
he said. in the hal,-annOyed tones Of u
person suddenly disturbed in some ab
sorbing train ol thought. "You can come
in.
softly the door WAS pushed Aiar, AMI a
sweet young lace. lair aud fresh as an
apple blossom. and framed in braids OF
soft brown hair. peeped timidly in.
Quite alone. deai ?" she asked.
glanciug round the apartment and
then. satisfied that be was so. the wife
came in-a girlish figure, though enc
arm clasped her sleeping baby to her
bosom; in the other hand she bore u
small tray with snowy white clo.h.
Pausing 4 moment on her way to deposit
the child among the cushions OF the
/ lounge, she came to her husbands side.
What have you got there, Lucy p be
said. in bali reproschful tones, though
bis eager eyes cosIradicted his assumed
/ Indifference.
"O0ly liule lunch for you. dear
said the little wife coaAingly. and she
removed Tue desk and set the little tray
before him.
You silly child! what is IT," Lucy
raised The cover, and revealed n small
Juicy beelsieak. temptingly cooked,
biscuit, and glass OF ioaming beer.
"Oh. have not any Appetite l don
wapt it," said the husband. making 1
very faint demonstration of pushing /
from him.
.Yes. you do. dear; | know best
Did not you tell me yourself that brain
needed food. and that mental labor va
more e1hausling than any other Tax
Rule sip of the beer first, dear, ant
ma, Ina that will bring an appetite"
..Yor are a little goose. LncY." sal
the Reverend Boswell. Us he took III
gla,s from her hand; aud so, Just l
please the aifrctionate little thing, ne al
and drank All she had proyiied-and h
did i,. too. Just as il he relished ever
msu,hiul. You would never hav
yue..,d ne did not relish it. Oh. he wa
,ucb Good man, Aud Lucy sat hy
+ .5.liob,ed hat her idol had cOndescende
N accept her meat and drink offerings
There now these poor. DEAR the
brsins will feel all the better" she sai'
having her soft hand earessingly on n
lov broW. "It is TOO bad for you
i have TO sit here. hard at work. al III
lovely day; but tell me, have you bee
very hard at work this morning
well, no. not very" SAID the st.
convicted idler. at is too warm TO
much" :,
Warm here. dear?' said Mrs. ho
b Ind olapcing round the cool, ires'
> orderly little room, and contrasting
,v;,b ,he Kitchen, the heated scene OF h'
ovn labors. Then it must be becau'
YOU feel weak; do you;