Richland beacon. [volume] (Rayville, La.) 1869-1890, 1881-10-22
"FOR LOTE or HIN.

a." cried Haddie Winstanley, pit
eously, 81 burden to my husband
Oh, SarelIa ! Sarella! for PHYS sake
don't say. that"
1t was the day following the family
hegira-that most dismal, dolesul and
intOlerable of days, when the furniture
was piled up in the echoing and uncar-
peted rooms, the pictures turned blankly
with their faces to the walls, the yawn-
ing chimney-pieces destitute of crack.
ling flames, while the dreary spring rain
beat against the windows with mourn
full and monotorous sound.
At the back of tho little farm honsc
the gnarled apple trees were striving to
break out into bud AMI blossom, and a
few faint-colorcd spring flowers lifted
their golden heads above the grass and
dead leaves, while at the front the rest
less billows of the Atlantic, tortured by
the moaning wind, flung their fringes
Of foam high mp on the shores, flights Of
sea-birds eddlied overhead, and the low
hanging reach Of leaden clouds shut out
the misty simmer of the horizon.
Haddie had wandered about the house
NIL day wrapped in a shawl, looking
about as fOrlOrn as the daflodils and jon
auils outside, in the vain cndcavor to
6nd' some habitable nook or corner where
she could pore over her book.
She felt herself ill-used in the cxtrem-
estdegree, this ssunny-haired, rOse-lipped
human fairy, in that all was not made
smooth and easy to her little feet.
She had married Carlos Winstanley
three months ago, supposing that she was
entering into q human Eden through
the golden circlet OF the wedding ring
and the bowery arches of the orange bios
SONS and here, 10 and behold he had
failed the pretty little house i'll Park
Terrace had been sold, with its antique
furniture, its bric-a-brac and rOse-lined
curtains, and here and there they were
banished for the rest of their lives to the
dismal, one-storicd farmhouse, the sole
relic OF Carlos Winstanlcy's scattered
fortune
cit isn't like city house," said the
Young man, cheerily; "but I've always
had a sort of loving for farm life, and
we can be just as happy here as 1t ii
we're q pslace-can't we, Haddie?"
And Haddie, with half-frightene'
Glance at the restless waves of the At
i.ntic and the groups of cedars writhint
in the blast, clung to his shoulder and
whispered:
eyes. But" she added with quiver
inc lin. cit will be very lonely, won
t?"
"sarella is coming to stay with us ant
belp get settled" said wnstanley
"Why. what could such butterfly a
vou do with all this confusion
Haddie said nothing. She co'il'
..ra,v tell her husband how much sh
,.ared and disliked his stern maide'
.;.tar who stood up so straight. ALI
-ore her iron-gray hair twisted up int
tight knot at the back of her head
an memorable fashion, which made ha.
;,;e feel as if her gold frizzes and braid
-ere vanity and vexation OF spirit, IL
aeed: and had way Of looking oV'
and beyond her, as if she (Haddle) vel
~ no account whatever.
pnt serella WAS needed. and she cam
,,,.t a she would have come to nurse
..,.,nded soldier. or keep watch over
hou.ehold Of measles. or scarlet ieve
~,,a.r,.ks any other difficult or than
sA mon this rainy day. sarella wei
~.rd and Toward, and looked vii
.,..6 contsmptuous pity at the po'
~ -. wrsppsd in her aeecy WIN
- IN rose in her hair ana
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