Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-04-09

day." said Mrs. Mallory.
But James dear" made no reply to
this. he had other plans.
Pm not going to sacrifice city CON-
forts another summer for one OF those
mosquito haunts," he said to his partner.
"And as for oholera-bah ~
And so it came about that for the first
time in six summers jim took up his
headquarters in the deserted house at
home, and found it, as ho declared, the
coolest and most comfortable summer re-
sort be had known for q long time. /
don't meanlto say that he took no excur-
sioDs away from brick and mortar and
marble. There was scarcely week but
found him for day or so at one or the
other OF the pleasant spots about New
York. which were easily accessible 10
him by night trains or steamers. Iu the
mean time his mother and three sisters
wrote bin frantic letters from Kauters.
kill. They offered him every inducement
they could think ol-plen;y Of room, pure
air, a nice table, and "such pleasant So
cioly"
THE Caledons-most delightful peo-
pie-sro here,' wrote Kate Mallory;
1.-TWO charming daughters and SON.
They live on our street at home. too
isn't il lunny we came up here to dnd
each other on, 9n And here followed an
earnest erlrealy to Brother James to
come up by Saturday night without fail,
ard get acquainted with these delightful
people. But Brother james had made a
partial engagement to 90 home with Mr.
Wig, his partner, on Saturday night,
and didn't "see that be could get away
from it," he wrote back 10 Kate.
Before Saturday night, however. jim
Mallory found il the easiest thing in tho
world to get away from his partial en-
gsgenent with Mr. Wing. 1t was Tues
day when be wrote 70 Kate. On We'd
nesday morning as he was walking down
the street, on the shady side, be suddenly
heard strange, shriil voice call out
MOLLY Molly Molly~ He laughed 4
little a, the remembrance this called up,
aud turned 10 look in the direction OF the
voice. There wasn't soul to be seen
within speaking distance. But still that
voice went on : Molly Molly Molly"
ending with a curious chuckle OF laugh
ter. lie turned more quickly this time,
and there, just above his head discovered
. gray parrot swinging in It's gray gilded
cage. de laughed again. and the parrot
took it up with his mocking chuckle, and
with, it seemed TO jim. actually know
ing wink q, him, repeated once more
"Molly! Molly. Molly
Jim Mallory shrugged his shoulders,
then thought OF the little dark-eyed angel
OF his search. and was half mind to lit
his hat 10 her name, even when thus
shriily cried, when all at once something
appeared at that window by which the
parrot swung, which rooted his feet to
the pavement. This something" was a
little dark head, crimped and curled. and
decorated with brilliant bows, that flut-
tered in the morning breeze like the pen
mons of his hope. He had spent whole
winter hunting for her. He had haunted
Boston streets and Boston cars and Bos-
ton shops day in and day out without re-
suit; spd here at last be found her-here
in New York, in the very heat of mid
summer!
And there she stood, talking and chat
tering to her bird. looking more like
little angel than ever; and there below,
looking up at her, stood jim Mallory in a
dazoi and hopeless condition. 1t wasn't
possible Tor any young woman to remain
long unconscious OF such a gaze as this
-somo attraction, magnetism. or what
ever II may be makes them "awake"
at length. And 50, with little start,
tue owner Of the frizzed hair and the hut-
letiug bows became conscious presently
and ceased talking TO the observation
Of Jim Mallory. And once observed
by those bright eyes no Young man could
have had the hardihood 10 have remained
at his post.
But | must say Jim Mallory lett bis
position gallantly-some might have said
audaciously-but there is no audacitY but
of impertinence, and OF this there was
not particle in Jim. Instead only the
most reverent chivalrY; and chiyalrY
makes itself felt under CLOAK. So now
when James Mallory met those bright
eyes, and turned away with his hat lifted
to them, sag he did it gallantly, and the
young lady who was the object Of this
gallantry was intuitive enough to think
so too.
You may be sure that as he went he
was not so dazed but that he sent keen
glance toward the door which shut in his
little dark. eyed lady. But there was only
the number 2767-no betraying door
plate gave him further clew. This was
enough, however, for the present More
than enough you would have said if you
could have watched him that morning.
Wing, who vas the sedate lalher OF u
family, catching the look in his eyes,