Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1877-06-19

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plant or other"
mo, it was ]" with another shy smile
81 hope the experiment may prove
success" raising his hat.
Thank you" Then the sash wa
pulled down, gently, but decidedly, an'
Gordon resumed his walk.
"Confounded asst" was his meuta
comment. addressed to himself. "Sht
must have thought me regular Peep
ing Tom What q pretty thing she is
How did it happen ,ha, ! never heard O.
her before Such blue eyes are not seer
every day. Let me see. Who does owr
that house? | wonder | never thought
to inquire"
But inquiry brought little satisfaction
Mr.. Lang lived in the house-always had
lived there. Did any body know him
Bless you. no. He was queer old chap,
full of theories, always trying expert
ments, and coming to grief with them.
Blew his roof off once with Illuminating
powder, and all but burned down, sum-
mer before last. testing new system OF
lightning rods. Never went out any
whore except to the post Office, and new
er asked any one inside his door. Had
he family No. Lived all alone with
an old servant. or-stay ! did somebody
say that q niece or cousin came TO live
with him in the autumn Probably a
mistake, or il not, she must be some
cracked creature like himself, who never
showed herself out doors. Had Mr.. Gray
noticed the blue pane in that end window
Droll. wasn't it? Just like Old Lang and
and his crotchots.
With such scanty statements Gordon
was forced 10 satisfy himself. No one
seemed to know more than this OF Mr..
lang, and though he passed the house
daily, he caught no farther glimpse OF the
pretty lace which had once blessed hi
ewes. Only the nebulous shadow behind
the blue pane told OF her existence, and
towards this shadow Gordon raised his
hat puncliiously every afternoon. A
slight answering movement was some
times visible, which he chose TO interpret
as a return TO his salutation that was
all; q bow, shadow. vibration-thin
fabric Tor fancy to weave webs OF, uncer-
tain aim for the fairy arrows OF the tabled
god; but enough; Tor the unseen Is
sometimes more potent than the seen,
once lovers imagination sets to work,
it finds msterial in lightest token and
leas. palpablc substance.
Gordon, for all the worldliness on
which he prided himself, was young still
and il took more than month OF these
passings and repassings before he gained
courage Tor the bolder step OF laying 3
rose on the sill OF the closed window.
There it lay in the morning, dewy and
fresh. as he went by. Returning at night,
be glanced across the street. and telt
heart-beat; the rose was gone. and-Did
the glorified shadow within vibrate little
more distinctly thsn usual Gordon
dare to hope SO.
Another morning. and another-rnore
roses. Oa the fourth day, grown bolder.
Gordon yentured on bouquet-a oou-
quet of violets. save for one great Mare
chsl Neil in the centre. On the fifth day
he took desperate step. and armed win
another bunch OF violets. crossed the
street. and tapped ever so gently on the
b 'ue glass pane.
The window opened. and the sweet
face appeared, deepened flush on the
cheeks. and frank light in the blue eyes
IL beg pardon for interupling your
seance." said Gordon, srayely. "Bnt l
have ventured TO bring you few blue
flowers; believe they are recommended
Tor use Win kut DIuO
You are very thoughtful"
The experiment interests me" went
on Gordon, audaciously. "It is such u
new idea. and yet there may be great
trnth involved in it. | am anxious TO
know how it works. Do you feel bene-
fitted thus far ?"
.I-dont-know;" the dimples dying
out. aud sad little signs forming about
ths mouth. at doesn't seem as II 1t
could do me any particular good. 1t my
uncle-"Here she paused.
What were you going TO say ?" asked
Gordon. coaxiugly.
Il ought not, perhaps. 1t was only, II
my uncle would let me walk and go oul
a little, think it would do me more
good than blue glass"
do you never walk, then. or 60 out
But why do | ask ? OF course | should
have met you"
"Oh no, never do. except in the gar
den. My uncle says lite is too short for
purposes of idle recreation, and purposes
of health can be pursued at home" The
blue eyes danced through their mists as
she spoke, like sun through rain. Gordon
was enchanted.
al never heard of anything so prepos-
ferrous ~ he exclaimed. "Tons OF blue
glass could never make up tor the lack OF
air and cheerful companionship. Are