Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1902-10-07

The old red brick mansion stood III
primly, its harsh outlines Of uncou.ro
missing squareness half hidden by i
riot of GGclder roses that c.lmt ed and
threw tong green arms of loyelin'SS
around the small diamond panes OF the
windows. \ straight box bordCrcd patti
led down 10 the gate through an ave
nue. Of beeches where the sunlight fc.
in lance rSts down upon the blue glaSs
fresh with the green of May-Mayt.m,
in old Kentucky in the year Of cur Lord
1888. Beyond the rustic gate broad
white road ran from east TO west.
Those were strange professions tla'
wound along the great highroGL. the
artery Of trade from the east over The
Alleghanies to Kentucky and the south
ern country that lay beyoi-, III the gate
way Of the wilderness-lUug trains OF
white covered wagons filed with =
medley Of women. children. hoa"ehoi,
goods, with their escorts OF S,il-ar.
men on horseback. Already the b ;.Ii'
TO the west had commenced. ut!rn u
tribe of Choctaws bound tor lie "
wan OF the great father, erin. D..Sh
faces under nodding plumrs. ar.," ;v,
bundles. with smaller bundles l'.Ld {.
their backs. astride Of tine poi. .,s. -.
as ghosts. and passing. always la>'.ii-
up the long white rUad.
Twice each day. with the q '
tara-ra-ra OF the bucles AID 'lr O.. ''
OF whip and hoof. came the sta-co'a"h
a flash of color from east o. wet. uH'
again the quiet of earth md Ky.
over the hills. whose Tim Tue l'r.
encompassed her world around. O.
child's heart went each day w.'h 'H
diving echo Of hOof and hu-lr. oH,F
the hills. where the gold lights of '.
st kissed the pink umcsi nr c..-.
Frightening 90 emerald Erccn the tuf .
Of mnidenhair In the deep cirits. .-
farther up. where thc mists eau -ut aH.
held them. dscpcnins into the evening .
violet crown.
A slim. shy maid q lar,iy nfiu,u. .u
her long. narrow skirt and pTim k,r
chief drawn tightly across the cI .f.a
breast. the sa.Iil brown hand sal.! Be-
her level brows she Vat, Led W,th
wistful eyes az the long rbh,n Q
ruad-ilttie Anne. with h'r D. p.-.I los
som facr and spft gray eyes that ba3
dared 90 look from under their nrs
black ashes at face that was tL'
face % pyup,e's her.. Mt az tie o."
pie. Tor here IN her fathers house Ana'
Iad heard fierce dcuuuciations an.
even curses against that name. But
when had politics aught 10 do with a
maids rumancing? Deep down In her
heart the girl cherished the nom ~
q one summer evening. when all alone
the great man rr,ned il his horse :ad
spran; from the saddle TO walk and
.tak with Il pretty child. Two years
had come and gone. but over the low
gate Anne leaned and dreamed OF her
hero rs did that Lisa in farof Italy
of her king.
The evening shadows grew longer
and the sun vanished behind the hills
as the tinkle of bells chimed up from
the pasture. With eyes still dream
thralled Anne wandered out and across
the road to where the spring dubbed
up from its mossy pool. \ tile rustic
summer house sheltered ii. and the lit.
tie stream lost itself in n dense thicket
of hazel bushes that grow close up IL
the arhor. The girls light foot made
no sound as she entered and dropped
down upon the seat. Voices close ut
hand aroused her as low murmur
came from the hazel copse.
THE best place is where the road
comes through Hungerford's woods.
this side of the mill"
Then another voice: 81 don't like it.
It's doing all the dirty work and get
ting the kicks for pay. Let them rs
wants him out Of the way put him
there"
And the first voice answered with an
oath: whats that to you? The men
that wants Andrew Jackson dead
hain't the men as risks nuthin'."
Andrew Jackson" Anne's heart
gave q great bound, then almost stop