Daily Kennebec journal., 1875-02-04

sad season of SHOWS and sins" Birds
came back from over seas, and began to
sing. Violets opened shy blossoms. Grass
blades sprang up greenly; and even Car
rie Hannaford frightened with the bright
ening of nature and began to remember
that She herself was Young.
One day in May her husband came to
her with the proposal that they should
take a summer boarder. He put the mat
ter in the most ungracious way as is the
matrimonial wont OF precisely this class
OF men As she would be having 4 hired
girl any way, he said-and he used IN say
ing it, Il tone.which made her feel herself
mother of eXtravagence-they might
Just as well have something to keep her
busy; and this boarder who wanted TO
come, this Mr.. Hugh Waring, would pay
well and make very little trouble. lie
knew this, because three years ago, in his
mothers, time. Waring had boarded with
them for several months.
OF course, Mistress Carrie consented
for what could she do else?-and kept Sc
cret her own dissatisfaction with the pros
pect before her.
1t only took Mr.. Warnings arrival how
ever. to reconcile her to his presence
With his first deferential bow over her
hand, she became his willing hostess. He
was person of such type as the young
wife had never before. in her short, quiet
life, encountered--a man of wealth and
leisure, high-bred, scholarly, and belong
ing 10 the ancient Order of Gentlemen. lie
was handsomer man, too, than one often
meets, with his clearly cut features, his
warm coloring, and the chestnut hair and
flowing beard, which the eye matched.
lie was not an old man. Impulse was
strong within him; discipline had not yet
taught him discretion. When he felt
strongly he would speak strongly, and
perhaps act recklessly; but under ordinary
circumstances, he had the aplomb and the
cool self-possession Of a man of the world.
Very soon he began to perceive that to
board with the Hannatords now was a
slightly different thing from what it had
been in the administration Of Joseph Han
naford's sef-contained mother and staid
sister Joseph Hannaford's wife was al
together another order OF woman Ii may
be questioned whether she would have
made any serious impression on him had
he met her as Miss Carrie Fay. But, since
her marriage, a soul-subduing pathos had
grown into her heart. Perhaps, too, the
strongest appeal which can be made TO a
mans chivalry, is the sight of sad and
disappointed woman, who neither paradcs
nor confesses her misery.
Hugh Waring was not II bad man. In
some respects, indeed, his heart and his
life were purer and fresher than those of
most men, He certainly meant no harm
to his fair hostess. He would not have
added a feathers weight to the burden
which had already borne so hardly upon
her life. But he commenced by plying
her and Love has been PHYS neighbor
ever since the world began.
He was tender and gentle to her as no
one had ever been before. He was not too
busy to notice the blush roses in her hair.
or the bushes on her cheeks. If she liked
a wild flower he had brought home, he
made light of a long tramp to fetch her its
kindred. While she sewed, he read to her
and taught her to love Keats, and Shelley,
and Browning. AT nght-iall he used to
sing to her-While her husband was busy
about the late "chores" with which New
England farmer fills up the summer twi
lghts-sweet, suggestive love-songs, and
old ballads which have faltered down
through the centuries their fearful music.
CONTINUED TOMORROW.