Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-05-24
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have made him hard and sour.
Now, for the first time. something de-
lightful has come into his life. He has
married you. and it seems to me such a
chance as few women have to be able tC
be so much TO any one as you can be tC
him. And-don't think want to preach
but God always blesses those who try tC
do right. and if you make your husband
happy, think He will bless you and make
you happy too"
Her eyes ran over as she ended her lit
tie speech.
Felicia J" sounded from below-"Feli-
cha. we ought TO he going"
Must you 60 ?n cried Mrs. Dalrvmple,
sitting up in bed Thank you ever so
much. You've done me heap of good. I'll
never forget you-never. Oh-what $
your name F'
Felicia-Felicia Mallows. "Good-bv,
dear; and don't forget that the wind in the
chimney never says Alone when two
people who care for each other are to-
gether." Then they said good-by. Il
shall come again II | can before leave,
declared Miss Mallows. Old Sally, com
ing up TO hasten her movements, was as
tonished to see the two exchange kiss.
who, what ever has she done to the
creturP" she mutered, as the pony-wago
rolled AWAY. "She looks twice as alive as
she did afore they came"
We drop tiny seed into the ground, or
we watch winged messenger detach it,
self from the parent plant and float away
on its separate GRAND, and we are scarce
Nv conscious that with the act new Sc
nf N nilitfaa hpCra
and the world is the richer for fresh point
of growth Felicia Marrows had no
chance for ano her visit to the Dalrympe
farm that autumn, and it was two years
before she saw it again. during which
time the image of the oddly crcumstanced
little bride faded into dim distance, as i'm
ages will in this over crowded world. An
other visit to Patunxet revived it into sud
den life.
Whatever became of that little neigh
Dor of yours who married young grip
she asked Mrs. Lenox. at was when
was last here. She was sick. Don't you
recollect our going there ?"
"Yes, now That you recall it, | do; and
the unconscionable time you staid up stairs
10 her bedroom. believe she is well.
Her baby was baptized few Sundays
ago."
Have they baby?"
Yes little girl Blythe way" Mrs.
Lenox was called off, and did not finish
her sentence Next day Miss Mallows
borrowed the pony-wagon for solitary
drive.
II want TO see my little friend Mrs.
Dalrvmple.' she explained; land suppos-
ing her to be up stairs, you might get
tired Of old Sally"
THANK you, my dear, | should. You
are welcome to the pony"
1t was September as mild as June !;
and when Miss Mallows drove through
the farm gate, she saw its mistress sitting
on the porch, her sleeping baby in its
wagon beside her, and sewing in he"
hands. She dropped it with start OF
joy when she caugh sight of her guest.
ut is you !" she cried. "Oh ] am so
glad !"
Is there any flattery equal to that ''you?'
"You havn't forgotten me, then p' said
Felicia.
.Oh no; how could forget ~ You came
when was all sick aud miserable, and
lifted me right out of it, There's never
been day since when haven't thought
Of you"
Then you are sick and miserable no
longer ?" said Miss Mallows, with second
kiss. THAT is happy news"
"Oh no; | am quite contented now
David is ever so good to me, and think
more of him every day. And then there's
my baby"
LET me see her. What sweet little
face !"
Isn't it?" with an exutant smile.
"And she's much prettier with her eyes
open. They're not blue. they re dark
gray, like her fathers, and just lovely.
And named her after you. Felicia Da
vida that's her name. How | wish he
was here I've told him heaps about
you. He's over in the field yonder with
the hay cutters. They do twice AS well
ii he sits by and looks after them"
Dear Mrs. Darympe, how glad
am to see you again And to think OF
naming your baby after me !"
"Oh, wanted to. You were so good
TO me that day. All you said to me came
true. l couldn't think more OF David
than i do now ii he was as tall as Goliath.
He's little. but he's got the biggest heart.
That's right, baby; wake up. and Tell
the lady that papa is the best man in the
world. de Is. isn't he Odd you hear
her' She said yes. "-Harper's Bazaar.