Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1891-01-13
CHAPTER VII


We took n ruad utterly unknown a.
ins-up hill and down
40 Que spoke wurl hal plenty "
time 90 think. but somehow INV idsa.
refused io cnine IN any -ort - ORDER one
thought. however. kept rolling upper.
mo-i IN the surging strvam - idcas-to
- true to my proul ry-ol,e MT a. aid
her triumph 10y one weak look ovvn'
And thsrr slle at. cruuch~l up Ina th-
buffalo. holding h'rinun before her fare.
anil seemingly morv anxious abJut the
tip 20 her no-c than about her fuiurv
state. once she turned. Looked pityingly
q, her weeping fr'snd-
"DOn't cry ~. Anna darling. II will
soon D. over
Yc guls' licrr wa- cuolncs- f0r yon'
Du, the tender Que. far from s.cining
coinforte,l. only bowed ber heal still
lower. while shs crise,l a. sob
At lat the mo-pulight wan.i. 4 pale.
,ickly flush ro-a oylr the fac. u the
east. AMI a. We reached tho crest ~ the
ne,i hill the day broke.
Tom turn,s two or thrc- times in ih.
ncIt mile and glAncr,i uneasily at the
still. beni hgue b--sile me. II sccmsl
o. me b. took very unncCc~Ary In
tercst Ia that young prr>unls crying.
PcrhAIs. however. her evident fcluc-
iancc 10 aii In his disgTaccful proo.,l.
ing pised rym0rsc IN his bosum. Still.
l rather rcspcctsi the White Mouse foT
her sympathy Ia her rcnd'sunwomanly
position. and q. We pa-se'i the next
heavy shadow % tr-- ] trici my hand
at consolation. STOPPING toward her ]
aid very gently;
"Pay D. comfUrt~l. A foolish XII
will throw hersslf away sooner or later.
you know. Believe inc. II my opinion i
of any value a. you. feel tina, nono OF
the sin. little of ths folly. ~ tclay "a at
your door. know you were ehtrappcd
into IL: know YOU wouldn't DO it n
you could help yourself"
Th. other. had faile,l. but ! was sue.
oc-sful The weeping White Nous.
stared at ma q moment. straightened
herself up and the same hash shs had
left me with the night before came into
her eyes Then shs drici them. STUDIED
handkerchief and hands into her muf
and looked dead at tho gray's ears.
At first hardly undeniooi that look.
then I was fully satisfied. Sh. rally
did love ne then. after all. and my ire
At the perfily of the pair before us woke
a sympa,hetic fissh IN her. said moth.
ing now. felt she would L. comforied
by the COMMUNICATION 81 the man she
loved - strangely.
Up the step we rattlei. and straight
ahead of us at the hase Of the winding
hill stooi little country church. in
graceful spire and old time moldings
standing out in clear cut silhouette
against the white clad hill behind u.
Tom Strengthened himself up, pointed to
the church with his whip aud then
without q word let 4, fall on the sorrels
fianks. The steaming horsss answered
with q rush down the hill. whirled us
past the white rallied church yard and
drew up at the door of the old parson-
age, lying almost within IL. A We
stopped the sleigh bells shook out q
merry marriage chime that called gen
tleman into the porch. He was n tall.
handsome old man. with forest " gray
beard framing . ruddy face, and .
sparkle In his clear eye that showed him
not all saint.
"YOu are prompt N welcome. my
dear children he said. as he lifted Miss
Blythe from the sleigh and bent down
to ki-- her forehead. "Aii IL ready.
Tom. got your letter and the license
Just In time. and your couner's zeal was
proven by the foam that covered his
horse"
1T was q tough ride over country
from the Bulls Eye. Miss Bette chirped
out with perfect conpcsure. while the
still silent Tom helpci the blonde To
alight. "and you may be sure we man
aged IL In hurry, Mr.. Lindsay. ! had
10 make fnghtful love 10 the old clerk
almost Kiss him-befor I could get the
paper
And Mis- Bette actually laughed
softly while the wicked black eyes
rested for single second upon my own.
was absolutely struck dumb-motion.
le~-wiih one leg over the scraper and
one TO the kne. In snow drift. The
coolness of that young woman parAlysed
me. The old gentleman laughed
"You are . woman Of business. Bet"
he said.
Woman Of busine-s! Did ever bride
before run away with lieutenant Of
Boomerangs and then boast her prowess
70 the par-oni Woman Of brAss. he
meant. But he only added,
The paper Il little irregular after
all, but III make Il do. There's nothing
wouldn't do for the daughter Of my
dear old friend"
Phobs and cupid' Hs'd svsa hslp