Litchfield enquirer., 1873-09-11
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 Thereswere several other fine old houses in Deephaven, but only one was lived Ill l by members of its original family. The
 others had not been kept in good repair, | and some were entirely deserted. The Carew House we used to know very well. There were two old ladies and their broth
 CT, who had been Miss Brandon's most in- l timate friends and were also ours. The elder sister, Mrs. Dent, had outlived her husband and children, and then given up her city house and come back to the old
 house. She must have been a very bril-. liant woman, and was not at all dull when we knew her. Miss Honora had lived years at her grandfather's in Newport, l and been one of the gayest, happiest girls l in the world. It was one of our greatest l pleasures to hear their stories of old | times, and we used to go to see them al-
 most every day. They seemed so sorry
 to have us come away, for perhaps, though we chattered about next summer, it was the last evening we should ever be l with them; and we all felt very sad, but | were particularly cheerful notwithstand- ing ''Mr. Dick" as they called their 1 brother, was very kind and very quiet
 man. He had been a merchant in China once, and there were quantities of queer things everywhere in the house that he
 had brought and sent home; and this re-
 minds me that one morning the sisters sent for us to stay all day with them, and showed us their own particular treasures of old brocades and satins and exquisite old laces, and told us where they had worn them. There were Indian shawls and scarfs which had been presents from their brother. He had been very rich for time, and had lost most of his money, and then, finding he still had enough, came home to Deephaven. He had fondness for reading and painting, which
 had not been lost sight of, and took to
 himself one of the upper rooms, where he spent most of his time. l never shall forget the first night we took tea with them; it impressed us very much, and yet
 nothing wonderful happened. Each had a most curious tea-poy, ,and tea was ''hand- ed round" by an old-fashioned servant,
 and then we sat talking in the twilight. and they themselves were yonug. After while the elder sister said, 'tMy dears, we always have prayers at nine" The
 servants came in, and she took a great Bible and read solemnly with her dear feeble old voice, ssLord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations" and then we knelt, and the brother read prayers. We told each other, as we went home in the moonlight down the quiet streets, how much we had enjoyed the evening; for somehow, the house and the people had nothing to do with the present and never have heard that Psalm since without it's bring back that summer night at the old house in Deephaven, the quaint room, and Kate and feeling so young and worldly, the shaded light of the can dies, the old book, and the voices which said amen.
 Mrs. Kew did the honors of the light house thoroughly, on our first visit; but I think we rarely went to see her that we did not make some entertaining discovery.
 Mir. Lew's nephew, guileless youth of forty, lived with them, and the two men were of mechanical turn and had invent cd numerous aids to honsekeeping.-ap
 pendages to the stove, and fixtures on the
 walls for everything that could be hung up; catches in the floor to hold the doors open, and ingenious apparatus to close
 them; but above all, a system of barring and bolting for the wide ''fore door," which would have disconcerted an ener-
 getic battering-ram. After all this work
 being expended, Mrs. Kew informed us
 that it was usually wide open all night in
 summer weather. On the back of this
 very door l discovered one day a row of marks, and asked their significance It seemed that Mrs. Kew had attempted one
 summer to keep count of the number of
 people who inquired concerning the dep-
 relations of the neighbors' chickens. Mrs
 Kew's bedroom was partly devoted to the fine arts. There was large collection of likenesses of her relatives and friends on the wall, which was interesting in the ex-
 treme. Mrs. Kew was always much pleas ed to tell their names, and her remarks about any feature not exactly perfect were
 very searching and critical. That's my
 oldest brothers wife, Clorintha Adams that was. She's we'll featured, if it were not for her nose, and that looks as if it
 had been thrown at her, and she wasn't
 particular about having it on firm, ill
 hopes of getting better one. She sets
 by her looks though"
 There were often sailing parties that
 came there from up and down the coast.
 One day Kate and were spending the af=
 ternoon at the light; had been fishing and
 were sitting in the doorway listening to
 the experience of Mrs. Kew's the winter she kept school at the Four Corners; saw
 boatfull coming, and all lost our tenn
 pers. Mrs. Kew had lame ankle, and Kate offered to go up with them. There
 were some girls and young men who stood
 on the rocks awhile, and then came to us,
 with much better manners than the peo-
 pie who usually came, and asked if they
 could see the lighthouse. and Kate led
 the way. She was dressed that day in a
 costume we both frequently wore, of a
 grey serge skirt and striped cambric sail
 or jacket, broad hat, and her boots rath-
 CT the worse for wear. The celebrated Lancaster complexion was rather darken- ed by the sun. Mrs. Kew expressed a
 wish to know what questions they would
 utes. They seemed to have finished ask ing about the lantern, and to have become personal.
 ''Don't you get tired staying here?''
 ''Never!' said Kate energetically.
 ''Is that your sister down stairs?"
 ''No, have no sister,
 'I should think you would wish she was.
 Aren't you ever lonesome?'
 ''Eeyerybody is sometimes ;. said Kate.
 "Rut insuch lonesome place!' said one of the girls; '1 should think you would get worn away. II live in Boston.
 Why, it's so awful quiet; nothing but the water, and the wind, when it blows; and think either of them Is worae than noth- ing. And only this little bit of a rocky placel I should watt to go to walk" s
 heard Kate pleasantly refuse the offer of pay for her services, and then they be- gan to come down the stairs. I opened the door of store closet and stood in- side Kate stayed behind to close the dosrs and leave everything all right, and the girl who had talked the most waited too, and when they were on the stairs just above me, and the others out of hearing, she said, eYou're real good to show us the things. l guess you'll think I'm silly but do like you ever so muchi wish you would come to. Boston. I'm in real nice store.-H--'s, on Winter Street; and they will want new. saleswomen in October. Perhaps you could be at my counter. I'd teach you, and you could board with me. I've got real comfort