Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1882-01-17

social polish which Mr.. Arthur Hughes
possesses, Larry Farnsworth would he
my very beau ideal Of man. Often.
as he sits porting hopelessly over the
multiplication.table, in his homespun
suit, sans coat, I catch myself watching
the splendid figure, the clear-cut, intel
lectual face, with its broad. sweeping
brow and facinating gray eyes, almost
expecting to hear their owner charm
my senses with the eloquence OF a
Cicero, or thrill my soul with poetic dis
QUESTIONS on the wonders and beauties
Of the old masters. He looks as though
nature had formed him for leading
spirit among the choicest favorites OF
literature and art. Silent, those hand
some lips seem the very home OF poetry
AMI eloquence; but the moment he opens
them to speak-shsdes OF Murray! how
my fairy castles tumble to the ground
he is an Ignoramus, Kittie-a hopeless
Ignoramus !-calling me to his side
twenty times dry to unravel problems
which ought not to puzzle the intellect
OF child often. Worse than all, he
does not realize what he has missed.
Oh, what a blunderer was destiny,
thus to deny this man the one gift that
would have made him IRRESISTIBLE"
Aud then the postscript:
al have at last fully decided not to
accept the hand OF Mr.. Hughes. May
he find better appreciation elsewhere.
With all his elegance aud culture he is
not the man who can fill the heart OF
"DoRA GLADE"
And these words OF Kittie's letter, in
reply:
look ont, my dear, or the Igno.
ramus may capture the heart that
mai OF intellect has failed to win.
Stranger things have happened. Many
a man has been educated by his WIFE.
Dora's lips curled and q fash OF
annoyance crossed her fair, expressive
features rs she read.
"Bahw she exclaimed, contempt.
uously, ciumpling the letter in her
hand and tossing il into her desk.
But why did her fair face soften into
infinite tenderness, again, and blush
deeper than crimson rose battle her
cheek and brow and snowy throat as
she remembered certain thrilling glances
from a pair OF bright gray eyes? And
why did this worshiper OF intellect
murmur to herself with kind Of fierce
delight
"He loves mel know it'll / know
itp
During the summer days that followed,
her thoughts often turned to Kittie's
letter and the tempting possibilities it
suggested. But she quickly put them
from her. It was eIquisitely sweet,
this city girl who was we'll used to re-
fined and cultivated society could
not deny to herself, TO note the electric
influence OF her power in the dark
flush rising to manly cheek. the quick
thrill OF his powerful frame at her
slightest t,uch, and the passionate
light she sometimes caught in the
finest eyes she had ever seen. And per
haps her own heart responded to every
sign. But it could go no further.
Dora's mind was one OF those which
ever unconsciously reach out toward all
the richest treasures in the world of art
and learning, and she knew that it could
never be satisfied with the companion.
ship Of one who could not, at least, keep
pace with her in all the finest charms oil
intellectual life. She resolved never to
make such dangerous experiment, even
for cloves sweet sake" And We think
that she was right.
1t was the last evening OF her stay.
Her pupils had all received their little
tokens Of remembrance, had said good.
bye to their pretty girlish teacher. and
we're now gone to their several homes,
leaving her alone to gather up her few
effects and indulge in parting reverie
upon the events Of the past three
months. Larry Farnsworth alone had
been absent that last day, but in her
secret heart she thanked him for it, for
there had been something in his manner
of late, and strange disturbance in her
own feelings also, which made her doubt
whether her dignifed frmness could
have stood the trial of final parting.
How strongly her heart was beating
now, as she thought over the past even
ing when the splendid-looking Ig-
noramus had walked beside her down
the long lane leading from the school.
house, and the low-spoken "good.
night" Of each, as she turned to cross
tie narrow field in the direction Of her
lodgings. She remembered, with a
thrill of wondering pleasure, how his
avkwardness had almost entirely van
ished in the unconscious devotion which
he paid her.
No, she reflected, with q deep sigh,
Is she turned to 60, it would never do
for them to meet again. She must 60
back to the city and forget. Forget
the lowly youth who had power to stir
the very depths Of her soul as no other
mortal man had ever donei Yet her