Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1907-12-17
NUMBER 81.

ucE CTOChS anu Sdus, heepiuS the uCWo-
paper in her hand.
The small eyed farmer cast quick,
suspicious glance from one to another
Of them.
"Mom wants fur you to hurry on In
then" he gruffly ordered the girl. "She
conceited that you and Abe was spoon
in together out here. What fur does 1t
take you so wonderful long to fetch in
a couple OF butter and milk yeti
Mom'll jaw you, you'll see oncet!
Herew
He had caught sight Of the newspa-
per and jerked it from her hand.
whats this to do, beh?"
ut belongs to the gentleman" the
girl answered, quite unrufled.
And you gev it to herr" the farmer
asked, looking reproachfully at Kin
ross.
II dropped 1t in here and came back
to look for It. Eunice had picked it
up and was going to give it to me-"
"Och we'll" the farmer nodded, pass
ing 1t on to him. Kinross as he took
Il locked hard at Eunce to see how
she received his impromptu fiction, but
her eyes were yelled and he could not
read her face.
We'll" added Morningstar, turning
to leave, "you hurry on in, Eunice."
He went away, but Eunice did not so
much as glance at Kinross when they
were again alone for moment. She
kept right Oh with her work OF loading
herself down with her wares and then
without word started for the house.
He had been wondering whether II
would be misplaced gallantry to offer
to help her carry In her crooks and
things, and by the time she was ready
to 20 he had decided against it. But
Just as she reached the springhouse
door he bethought him to return the pa.
per to her.
Quickly folding it into the smallest
possible compass, he stepped to her side
and held it out to her.
Cant you conceal it about your
She turned white again as he spoke
to her. please hide II behind the
churn," she said, not raising her eyes
and speaking breathlessly, "and l shall
find it this evening"
every WELL"
She was gone, and he turned back to
do her bidding and was rising from his
stopping position when again shadow
darkened the doorway, and he looked
up to see Eunice, with face white to
the lips and still laden with her wares,
standing on the threshold.
"Will you please tell me" she began,
and he had to take step nearer to
catch her low spoken words. "who IL
this Andrew Carnegie?'
He stared ut her for an instant un-
comprehenLingly. This Andrew Car
negie|"
"Of whom the newspapers make fire.
quent mention"
"Oh," lie said. you ask who Is he!'
IF | knew | could perhaps under
stand better what read in your news
papers"
came here with my newspapers
mo. Is lie perhaps book agent or
Is he not real person at all. but only a
hero, like the Count Of Monte Cristo:'
lie is very real person, indeed;
rather substantial, in fact; what youl
people call well fixed you know; hasQ
enough to worry through Oh without
working. hes all the things you
guessed-a book agent, hero. Monte
Cristo-with II few more thrown in
"Oh" she said. gazing at him with
bright eyes.
The next instant the springhouse
door was again clear. She was gone.
But he stood still and waited. Maybe
she would come back second time.
And anyway he was too spelibound
with astoniShment to move.
But she did not return, and lie SAT
down Oh the stone steps OF the we'll to
think IL out.
In spite Of her simplicity. how supe'
rior she seemed to the rest of the fam-
lily. None OF the rest of them would
have cared enough about reading the
papers to have risked old Morning
stars anger. There was something
even in her speech that arrested his
attention. "Of whom the newspapers
make frequent mention" or whom.
So very grammatical. No one else In
the family would have said "of
whom" And her reference to Monte
Cristo! Rather surprising. To know
about Monte Cristo and never to have
heard OF Andrew Carnegie-what an
anomaly.
Another thing. She had looked scar
ed half to death upon his discovering
her with tie forbidden newspaper. but
when the petty tyrant of the household,
before whom his own son and daughter
cringed. appeared Oh the scene she had
met his approach with cool Indifference.
Her evident baShfulness would not ex-
plain her extreme agitation with him.
self
When, little later, he rose TO go to
the house he had come to no conclusion
about her ut all