The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1862-06-13

her exit.
This ere looks comfortable! = ejaculatc
Mr.. Wiggin, depositing his huge bulk in
velvet armchair in front Of blazing coal
FIRE, and drawing an embroidered ottoman
for his feet. Though won't say but tn
old kitchen and the old kitchen freplac
at home suit my notions just as WELL
The dainty embroidery agreed with him il
that, as the snow began to melt from hi
heavy boots, and tipge its delicate color
with dash of yellow ochre.
Very possibly Mrs. Danvcs thought s.
when she came in, but she showed no annoy
ance, welcoming her cousins husband will
graceful ease.
Mr.. Cobb made her acquainted with al
old neighbor of his, Mr.. Wisgin; at leas
he said he did, and Mrs. Danvers acknowl
edged it by bowling formally, with elesan
dignity.
a very fine figure of woman, and drcs
out like poppet; but give me my Poll.
with clean calico gown on after all = salt
Mr.. Wiggin to himself.
DO you enjoy good health, Mrs. Danvcrs?
asked Mr.. Cobb, by way Of opening conyer
sation.
Usually not replied the lady languidly
Indeed, for few days have been really i'll
and was trying to sleep when you rang
Il understood the black girl that you haC
gone drrdy,' said Mr.. Cobb in astonishment
She only meant that | was not at home t.
company returned Mrs. Danvers with com
pOsure.
.Oh no" soliloquized Mr.. Wiggin, max
ing another mental comparison in favor o
Polly and her hospitality.
DO you always keep help?' inquired Mr.
Cobb, still bent on sociability.
Certainly. We employ two servants, I
colored and an Irish girl, besides the Doctor
ofice.boy, who takes care Of the horses.
At the word horses Mr.. Wiggin glanccC
uneasily toward the window, and Mr.. Cobl
said Then the Doctor has barn? View
got horse out here that expect thinks !
is about loddering time.
Il mistrust little hay wouldn't taste bac
to him. said Mr.. Wiggin, going toward th'
door.
Il shall bc obliged to ask you to take youl
horse to one Of the hotels, as the Doctor ha.
no extra 'ssals N his barn. observed Mr.,
Danyers in a courteous tone. as though sh'
were accustomed to sugar-coat her husband''
pills.
Mr.. Wiggin strobe of, shocked at wba
seemed like inhospitality to him he woul'
have made stable Of his best bedroom, !
he had no other accommodations, for tn,
horse Of guest, but out Of respect to Mr.
Cobb he made no sign Of discontinue, excep
by sudden weakening of the muscles Of hi
neck and eyelids, which would have been ex
pressve enough to his faithful Polly.
When hc returned with Mr.. Cobb from
caring for his horse, Mrs. Danvers was no
in the parlor. and did not appear until tea
time, which seemed tedious while comm,
to men who had faced the north wind al
day; and. brcakiasting at five in the morn
ing, had eaten nothing but cold doughnut
and cheese since.
The table, covered with elegant damask
was glittering with silver and cut.glass; bu
alas the slices of bread were 80 genteell
thin, that after taking four, Mr.. Wissi'
found himself with undated appetite. ye
ashamed to take another. A Bit of jelly ant
slice of fruit-cake, with tea from cups u
delicate and not much larger than robin
egg-what was this to man who could hay
deyourcd quart Of baked beans, with porl
to match, as you and would eat saucer o
strawberries?
Doctor Danvcrs must be excused before te,
was well over, for every minute was dia
mond to him, and his time was so taken VI
that really he had seldom an hour to call hi
own, but they would find Mrs. Danvers mucl
better company. So perhaps they might, !
che had not lett them to order more coal ant
forgotten n return. Biddy came in will
the coal.hod directly Geraldine was abov
such coarse work.; and Mr.. Cobb, who wa
man Of friendly, social feelings, with I
weakness for all who had come from beyon'
the sea. commenced conversation with her il
this wise:
How long have you been in the country
And what is it yell be aither speakin
about thin to the likes Of me? returned tn,
girl, turning about and spilling quantity o
coal on the carpet, just in the centre Of {
bunch Of white roses.
Il say, how long is it since you left Ire
landr
Tin weeks, your honor. And sure ant
It's longer by that much than I'm wishing i
was Och but il would be luck to me j
il was niver day since left the blessed
ould country, the holy Vargin forgive me fOl
doing that SANE! I!
Then you don't like it as well here as yor
did in Ireland?'
'lndadc and it's the truth ye are speakin'
to be sure. I'D give more for one spair o
grass that grew in ould Ireland than for livery
tree in Amcriky. It's nothing but hard