Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1881-01-11
Written for the oxford Democra
A SUMMER FILTRATION.

"Oh. Frank. are you really going
away, Il does not Seem possible! |
canno, believe il"
The speaker was a girl of about six
teen. She was a lovely girl; but now
her beautiful brown eyes were filed with
tears, and her usually crimson cheeks
we're pale a, the thought of parting with
her companion. She had loved him so
well. Yes, with all the passionate iervor
of a first love. She had made him her
ideal of all that was grand, noble and
good. And in reality be was not worthy
thought of the innocent girl that stood
BY his side. But if you could have seen
him as he stood there in the n.oonlight,you
would not have believed that that hand.
some face and smiling exterior covered IA
cold, selfish heart But it was so al
though this girl had reposed the most
childlke trust and confidence in him.
He had come to the old farmhouse
three months ago. bringing to Edith Snow
a new life. She had been so lonesome.
and weary of all that life afforded her
until he came. There had been no one
but her parents and they could not ap
preciate her wild, restless disposition
When he came it was very different
Then she had some one 10 walk and talk
with. He told her stories OF his travels,
admiiing the air of eager attention she
gave to all he said. He told her of his
wealthy city home, and Of his stylish
mother and sisters. And then, as their
acquaintance ripened, he grew into the
habit of telling her of her beautiful hair
and eyes and how in all his travels he
had met with many lovely women but
never with one half as beautiful as she.
And this would cause her eyes to droop
and her cheeks TO put on deeper hue OF
crimson, making her look twice as lovely
as before.
1t was just month ago, on this very
spot he had placed pretty little gold
ring on her shapely brown hand, telling
her that on some future day brighter
and cosrlier one should sparkle on her
hand as his wedding gift. And Edith
had believed him when he told her that
he loved her and would carry her TO his
beautiful home in the city. She had
given the great wealth OF her true and
tender love into the keeping Of the man,
and how unworthy he had proven Of it.
She had always been wild. uncontroll-
able girl. but now her heart acknowl.
edged that she had found master. Hi:
slightest wish had been law to her. A
look from him had been more than an
absolute command from any one else
She had loved him passionately and trust
inyly, and believed him when be told hel
that her love was reciprocated And
now he was going away and talking
about it as though it was matter OF very
little Importance TO either of them.
The last night of his stay had come
beautiful August evening with the
moon high in the heavens bathing the
earth with food of soft mellow light
Frank Livingstone sauntered out where
Edith sat on the piazza, and said, "wel
Edith. ! suppose l shall have to leave yor
TO morrow. | received letter from my
parents to-day telling me had bette
come home, and so | guess shall sa!
good-by to night as shall probably star
long before those brown eyes Of your
will be open in the morning.
"Oh. Frank, when are you comm!
back" asked Edith rising to her feet a
pale - dssAA.