The Republican journal., 1881-09-15

THE SIDE WHICH COMMONLY FACES orT,
go into the country, Cicely Nc
never, while memory holds seat in this
distracted globe, never. If leave home
at all this summer, will go to the biggest
and best hotel | can find in America, but
60 INTO the country, pure, simple and un-
aduterated, as we did last summer, never,
my dear, till have become a hopeless
IDIOT
Why not ! What. Did YOU never
hear Of our last summers experience?
sure enough quite forget you did not
get home from Nice till April, and then
Of course Eleanor's wedding put every
thing else ont of my head.
Well. be kind enough to take an easier
char and fan, and please hand me the
yellow floss, and then prepare for a chap
ter, CiCely.
You know, of course, that ADVERTISE
ments are deusiye: and heaven knows
am old enough to know it myself. but all
the same was taken in by one last sum
mer
We didn't want to go to any of the
usual places, for poor Eleanor had lust
refused that horrid Harry Evans (and
quite the wisest thing she ever did in her
life. my dear,) and he would keep follow
ing the poor child everywhere she went
and eternally be asking her to reconsider;
and it is marvel to me, Cicely, when Il
man pretends to be fond OF woman and
only to desire her happncs, that he will
be so lnconsderate as to persist IN ask
my her to reconsider. People are forever
leaving money to found homes and asy-
lums and hospitals. Fin sure if somebody
would only found an asylum to continc
rejected lovers till they were cured of
their lunacy and promised never to ask
the poor girls to reconsider again, it
would be an untold benefit to one portion
of the human race,
But there. this isn't telling YOU about
last summer.
You see poor Nell said to me one day
Its no use, Kate, for us to 90 to any
Well-knoWn place this summer. he would
torment my hair gray. We must spend
the season in hiding quite as if we were
thieves. =
Then one Sunday she happened on this
advertisement, and it struck us all at
once as perfectly charming. The name
was lovely to begin WITH 'Coldbrook
Farm such a refreshing name. And the
promised airy rooms, shady walks. plenty
OF cream and berries, and everything
else bucolic and delightful BesSemer
set his face against it from the first, and
dld not approve: but when he found |
was really determined he gave in like an
angel, and wrote to engage our rooms
of course we should need the whole
house, with Nell and myself and the boys,
and little Alice and the nurse, and Bes-
semer coming down Sundays.
The answer was satisfactory and de
liciously rural. Evidently written by the
daughter, on pertumed pink paper, with
Il crowqull, and each letter shaded
heavily at the bottom. 1t began, Re
spected Sir and it positively ended,
Yours aft, $. Jennie Hackelton; for
Jallus Ilackelton, Selectman.'
Well. we reached there, or rather we
reached Il dismal railway station ten
miles from there, about o'clock on a hot
June afternoon. Judy had blind head
ache, 50 | had to hold Alice, who was
tired and cross with long days travel
from Boston, and 10 wonder either, poor
baby. 1t appeared that we must ride ten
miles then, in a back breaking stage
over rutty, country road and seriously,
my dear, if | lived to be Il thousand,
shall never forget that ride, with baby
crying, the boys wriggling like electrified
eels, and judy grunting at every lurch of
that numbering stage.
Beside all this, the driver announced,
after we We're well away from the depot
that Ae could only take two trunks with
lame.
But when can have them 2 said |, in
horror
ooh wal said the driver, Il cal'latc to
GIT horse and team, and Joel to help
me, and drive over altel 'em to-molror,
or day after
Will you fancy that! and, of all things,
the two trunks he had selected to bring
were Judys and the small one in which
Bessemer had packed his fishing clothes
and tackle. And must tell you that
when we finally got our trunks they
would not bring them in, but Just left
them on the lawn and we had to un-
pack out of doors and carry things in by
armfulS, before the farmer considered the
trunks light enough to lift.
Then, do you know the stage driver
haw -hawed right out when Nell asked if
he would take us to Coldbrook Farm!
There haln't no such place. said he
grinning. Il caPlate that is a name made
up by the man they got to write their
advertisement for 'em. Coldbrook Farm
1ackelton Holler it allus has ben, and
IIackelton Holler it allus will be till day
o judgement, or | miss my guess
I l
hollow has such depressing sound to
me, and suggests malaria, and mosquitoes,
and hot nights. To give the devil his
DUE my dear, confess the house looked
pleasant when at last we reached it. 1t
stood back from the road. and was not
especially in a hollow. OF course it was
white with green blinds, and, miserubHc
hctu, as Bessemer says, it was a cottage.
We had one fair room down stairs, with
u sort Of closet out of it-they called it
dark bedroom Judy. Then above,
the most awful sloping rooted chamber
for poor Nell, and a worse and smaller
for the boys; and they said we were to
use their parlor as if it were our own.
And, oh, that sitting-rOom, Cicely .
The nauseating carpet, the green paper
curtains that would not roll up the hair
cloth sofa that Nell said was made for a
bier and probably never used for anything
else. declare, it 50 gave me the shivers
that | never once sat down upon it while
we were there And above all, nv dear,
positively there was melodeon and a
No. 3.
I Then our own rooms Great, puffy
feather beds, piled with comforters; alb
solutely seven on my bed alone ugly
enough to give one the nightmare. Tow
els the size of dinner napkin, and cot
ton at that, leaving lint all over one !;