Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1879-04-08

anything and everything when he was
rich and they needed him, and the time
had come He was rich and they were
in need So to borrow the money of
Cousin Joshua, Mrs DuScnbury and Su-
KEY, now the prctticst young woman inn
aginablc, came down TO town.
Poor Sukcy. she had no faith in Cousin
Joshua, and she hated the begging cxp,-
dition. and she was shy and frightened,
and sure, somehow. that their dress
was not like the city folks and that they
were stared at And then the great city
house, which Mrs. Disenbury insisted
was church, and at the door of which
they would not ring, until assured by
friendly strangers that Mr.. Goldspinner
did live there, was quite As alarming as a
palace would have been. And not guess
ing she was the prcttie,t thing under the
roof, she blushcd and trcmbled as the
servant ushcred them into Mr. Goldspin-
ncrs presence.
Was that Cousin Joshua Mrs Du-
scnbury could not believe it-so portly,
50 wcll-dresScd, SO pompous-hut he re-
mcmbcred her and Sukcy, and compli-
mcntcd her on her good looks, and Mrs.
Duscnbury summoned up courage to
proifcr the request for thcioan.
You said you'd help us, if ever You
was rich. and we wasn't she said, try
ing to laugh
But Mr.. Gold,pinncr grew grave. He
was evidently not as genial as before. He
asked questions regarding the mortgage
Then with little look Of shame, for he
had received tayors from the Duscnbury,
in those old times. he explained though
he was accounted rich, really, the obliga-
tions of rich man TO society were SO
great, and he had actually put his name
a, the head of a charitable subscription
lis, the other day for an immense amount
And Mrs. Golj>pinncr WAS about giving
a ball-and he had paid an immense sum
for new piece of >tatuary and piano
only vestcrdav-and really, he could not
help Cousin Dascnbury beyond a five
dollar bill. Would Mrs. d. take that;
and. really. really, the Young sculptor
was 20 call that morning very talented
and celebrated Young gcn,lcmau-and if
they would excuse him. So kind OF them,
and SO foolish not to take the five dollars
And Pierre should show them out. And
thcv must tell him TO- l.; them zee the pic
urc gallery. Good day.
Il feel Ike bcggar. mother, whis-
perct Sukcy, in the hall "Lct's ~ az
once. Td work my fingers off before I'd
ask another favor Of any one
But Pierre, the waiter, who had been
scu,imentally gazing at tine beauty with
her flushed cheek and sparkling eve, pre-
fcrrcd a soft voiced request that, "as they
were passing, Madame and Malcmoiscllc
would look az the gallery.
And Mrs. Du,cnbury insisted on going
in. Her feelings were hurt certainly;
but there was al ",how" iog nothing, and
TO women Ike her to get anything Tor
nothing j, charming.
Sukcy. always accustomed 10 obey, fol-
lowed h,tlcS>ly. But the splendid pic
lures and fine busts soon aroused her in
tcrcs,.
She passed from one TO 'hc other adj
miriugy, until a, last he stood, riyctcd
by amuzcmcnt, before one ,uowystatuotte.
i child with the usual school attire of
country places. with face she used TO sec
in the glass. Her heart began to beat,
her check to pale.
She had read and thought, il her kins-
folks had not: and she knew in her heart
that that little Cliff had been an embryo
sculptor
WHO could have made thi, perfected
copy OF the long aso crushed and Hattcn-
ed mud saI which had driven Cliff
from his home" She dared not ask the
question, though it trcmblcd on her lips.
But her mother was by her side, and
She saw in her face also a vague memory;
and both were silent.
At last, What does II put You IN
mind on: asked Mrs. Duscnbury. why,
child, how white yc look
And Sukcy did look pale. She knew,
if her mother did not. But she made no
answer.
ITS got a sunbonnit on; and its got
shoes and bag. Marcy me, its like the
Indy bag you he'd, Sukey, and the face is
Jest like youm when YOU was little. That
ain; it though. Law, I've got it now.
Don't YOU remember poor Cliff 5 mud gal:
This is statoo and hansum; and that
wun't; but they're alike-they air.
And just then Sukey stopped down and
read the words carved upon the pedestal,
"Sukey going to school, and actually
tainted away. But not so soon but
tail, light-bcaried man, for whom the
servant had Just opened the door, saved
her from falling to the floor. SO that
when she opened her eyes they rested on
and knew Clifford Hull's face-changed
certainly, but not beyond hcrrecognition;
and before she knew how it came about,
found herself his guest, and her mothers
exclamation of astonishment as she also
BEGAN TO understand the truth, and to
know that the sculptor and his statue
were only Cliff and his mud gal I'M
proved.
And 10 think said Mrs. Dusenbury'
afterwards, THAT he should have turned
out such man, and should be gettin'
rich, and should a took and paid off the
mortgage on the farm, and said | oilers
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