Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1879-02-25

him TO his medi,ations.
As for Mark, he conceded that Mary
had made mistake IN thinking herself
sn object OF special regard to the new
minister, and said TO himself musingly,
as he lay down on his pillow;
"Umph! wiser heads than yours. child,
makes mistakes in their reckonings.
Whether Miss Mary had made mis-
take we do not say, for it is certain that
the Soung minister thought he had, when
he came out into the church porch tina.
Friday evening and found her gone.
iOn tho ,next Wednesday the sewing
circle ~ss held, and the minister was in
vited to Tea. Now Mary was there, and
bad lett word at home for the hired man
10 come after her with the chaise ut nine
O'Clock
The minister made several Intellectual
attempts 10 speak to her during the even
ing, and whom he heard that the chaise
had arrived, and she was going TO ride
home. b. somewhat anxiously followed
her into the entry saying in an under
tone:
81 have been trying all the evening TO
speak to YOU" Gas though she did not
well know it.) adding, "shall you be at
home tomorrow EVENING"
IL shall be at Amt Sarah's," said Ma
ry. aud" she continued with roguish
smile, "Aunt Sarah will be very glad to
see you there"
From that time Mary spent all her
Thursday evenings at aunt Sarah's, and
Miss Sykes. with whom the minister
boarded, said she did not know what il
meant, bu, there was one evening in the
week that he minister went away with
out telling any body where he was going
Aud for her part she must say, though
she had tried and tried. she couldn't iud
out
Oae day, abou. month after this,
when Mark went down TO the village for
groceries, Joe Smith, the grocer's son,
said 10 him:
"Weil. Squire, bow do you like the
new parson?"
"Umph! - said Mark, hes no great"
well, anyhow, he likes the folks up
at the 'O.d Red I'm thinking"
Marx looked up at Joe, inquirIngly.
and then said:
"Pshaw. he never comes there"
We'll If he don't be wants to, and that
is Just rs bad" said Joe. Folks say
aud you M. II mind il sm plain with
you. Squire-tolks say you hold rather
too tight rein with that girl OF our m
Mark made no reply. Out gathering up
the packages Joe had been tying up, lie
strobe OCT OF the store without stopping
TO settle his bill.
The So ; pretty hufI,," said Joe,
with mi cheyOus twinkle in his eye. as
he watched tho unwonted speed with
which tbe O u marc took her master up
the hill Now there was one creature
that Marx was never harsh to- and that
was ,hi5 same old mare.
"She is kaowlng beast" he used 10
say. and any cody could see how she took
advantage OF her masters amisble weak
ness. Tor wherever she happened TO feel
like It, DO matter where. she would sud-
denly stop and have resting spell
GA the day in question, however, she
so far Jmpa,h'zsd with Marks haste to
get away from Joe Smith that she kept
up bri,s ,rOt, until they were half way
up TO the go 1 Red"
But Old haGlts are not easily broken.
and The shady, retired hollow they bad
come 10, proved TOO great temptation
Tor the old mare, 80 tho trot subsided into
walk, aud The walk into decided stop.
Mark sa, with his knit brows and COM
pressed lips. thinking of what Joe had
said, and hardly noticed where be was.
IL WAS a charming summers afternoon,
and slight breeze ruslled the myriad
leaves in the branches over his head, as
though the lofty trees were whispering
secrets 10 each other. Whether any ro-
mantle idea vas suggested TO Mark we
cannot say, only be reused up, somewhat
suddenly, aud looking about him, said
with evident emotion, "Yes, this is the
very place" Tears gathered in the old
mans eyes, and though he brushed them
away again with his hard, rough hand,
they still KEEP, coming.
Yes, this was the very place, where.
twenty years before, Mark Goldsmith
had told Mary Willard the story OF his
love; the very place where together they
had promised to love each other till death.
Mark was then poor, while her father,
Major Willard, was very rich man, yet
he well remembered the generous kind
ness OF The old Major. the free consent be
gave TO their union, and the wealth that
was transferred to him at his death.
Nor did Mark forget. (although he al
most wished he could), that Mary Willard
had said to him on their betrothal night,
10, Mark. ii my father should oppose us
should die !" Aud was not Mary Gold
smith another Mary Willard. with the
same loving disposition and winning
waysP Was it possible for the young
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