News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1882-08-31

of as ''graceful and interesting :" new
er as handsome. Soon after meeting
her, L was invited to call uOon her.
Her little French-roofed cottage is a
marvel of taste and summer comfort.
1t Is close TO the rocks. Ia a storm
the waves must approach nearly to the
very steps. | went into several of
the rooms of this summer home. The
chambers have considerable white
muslin drapery about them. This
drapery hangs over some color that
gives a name to the room. Miss
Phelps's own chamber is "the pink
room Her writing table is in it. |
wondered what fair heroine's fate was
resting upon it that day. Another
chamber is 'the blue room" The
guest chamber is on the first floor, and
is called "the violet ROOM" The par
Tor is long and narrow. 1t has a straw
carpet, a piano, lounge, several re-
cllnlng chairs, and a stove. There
are many pictures and books in it that
give it an attractive air. Everything
is arranged with exquisite taste. The
day L was there, [ noticed pretty dec
orations of natural green. Passing
from the parlor into the dining-room,
L was charmed with the dainty ap-
pointments of the table. l was pleas
ed to see in one of the rooms, a por-
trait of the sanity Frederick w. Rob
ertson. L am told his works are great
ly admired by Miss Phelps. One
would naturally infer that, from read
ing Coates Ajar." In Que place,
"Aunt Winifred'' says, ''Be heaven
where it may, I am not afraid. With
all my guessing and my studying and
my dreaming over these things, [ ana
only child in the dark. Neverthe-
less, am not afraid of the dark
God bless Mr.. Robertson for saying
that! I'm going.to bless him when I
see him. How pleasant it will be to
see him, and some other friends whose
faces [ never saw in this world"
In describing this summer home, [
must not forget to speak Of the piazza
that extends along the entire front of
the cottage, commanding a view of
the sea. This piazza is furnished with
hammock and chairs. Very likely
Miss Phelps was resting here when
the thrilling story of Wrecked in
Port" was forming in her mind. l
almost coveted the authors gentle
white horse that gives her so many
hours of enjoyment but [ failed to
appreciate the little black poodle dog,
"Daniel Deronda," that evidently has
a warm place in his owners affection.
Gloucester is an old, old place, being
one of the earliest settlements in New
England. A fishing station was COM
menced here as far back as 1922. In
riding through the town, one often
sees an ancient dwelling that doubtless
could tell many thrilling tales of other
days, if walls could only speak. At
East Gloucester, the coast consists of
a succession of coves, sometimes san
dy, sometimes bold and rocky. One
can watch the play of the waves upon
the rocks, and then wander away to
more peaceful scenes. In the sum-
mer, the visitor is apt to forget the
sad associations Of this old town. He
meets Others here, who, like himself,
are in the midst of their play-time,
and bent on enjoyment. In this sea-
son the sea is seldom disturbed by
violent storm, and in the delights Of
bathing, yachting and rowing, one has
few thoughts of its treacherous nature.
But Gloucester has a dark as we'll as
sunny side. 1t is one Of the great
fishing towns of Massachusetts, and
many brave fishermen sail away from
its port never to return. SO many
have been lost in this occupation, that
Gloucester has been called 1.-The City
of Widows" In the midst of the
summer gayety, [ found it impossible
to lose thought of this sadder side,
and Charles Kingsley's inexpressibly
mournful ballad has often come to
my mind
''I5ut men must work and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden and waters deep,
And the waters be moaning"
Z. s. f,