Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-04-23
FOR LOVE OF HIM.

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It was the day following the family
hegira-that most dismal, doleful and
ntolerable 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 monotoEous sound.
At the back of the little farm house
the gnarled apple trees were striving to
break out into bud and blossom, and
few faint-colored spring flowers lifted
their golden heads above the grass and
dead leaves, while at the front the rest
less pillows of the Atlantic, tortured by
the moaning wind, flung their fringes
of foam high up 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
all day wrapped in a shawl, looking
about as forlorn as the daffodils and jon
quils outside, In the vain endeavor to
find some habitable nook or corner where
she could pore over her book.
She felt herself ill-used in the EXTERN
estdegree, this sunny-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 shewas
entering into 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 in Park
Terrace had been sold, with its antique
furniture, it's bric-a-brac and rose-lined
curtains, and here and there they were
banished for the rest Of their lives to the
dismal, one-storied farmhouse, the sole
relic of Carlos Winstanley's scattered
fortune
"It isn't like city house" said the
young man, cheerily; "but I've always
had sort of loving for farm life, and
we can be just as happy here as if it
were palace-can't we, Haddie ?"
And Haddie, with half-frightened
glance at the restless waves of the At
lantic and the groups of cedars writhing
in the blast, chung to his shoulder and
whispered:
eyes. But" she added with culver
ing lip, est viii be very lonely, won't
it?"
"Sarella is coming to stay with us and
help get settled" said Wlnstanley.
"Why, what could such butterfly as
Won do with all this confusion
Haddie said nothing. She could
hardly tell her husband how much she
feared and disliked his stern maiden
sister, who stood up so straight, and
wore her iron-gray hair twisted up into
a tight knot at the back of her head, in
an inexorable fashion, which made Had
die feel as if her gold frizzes and braids
were vanity and vexation of spirit, in
deed; and had a way of looking over
while Haddie ran up stairs to the garnet
to have good cry.
Haddie was very sad and pensive fora
day or two. Carlos looked at her pitt
fully, afraid to ask if she were discon-
tented in her new home, for he knew
well that he had none other to offer her.
Sarella shifted at her selfish ineficiency,
and the very scrubbing woman put OF
airs, while Betsey Baker, a neighbor,
who came in to help with the settling, !"
caught the popular tune, and said,
loftily:
"Please, Mrs. Winstanley, stand out
of the way while we're a-stretching
this carpet, and don't bender US eff ye
can't help US"
At the end of the third day Of domes-
tic saturnalia, when Carlos Winstanley
came home, Haddie was nowhere to be
found, and on her cushion was pinned
the following note:
DEAR CARLOS, Don't be ve1ed, but l have
gone away to stay with Aunt Dorcas Dutton I'M
til the Beach farm is settled. 1 don't seem to
be of much use to anybody, and perhaps sarella
will get along better without me. Affection
ately your wife, e. ".
"There said Sarella to Betsey
Baker. Didn't tell you SO? She's
so lazy she can't bear to see other folks
work! And don't know Whatever Car
los was thinking of when he married her
instead of Rosanna Martin, who took
the first prize for bread and cake at the
county fair, and has got chest full of
linen and bedquilts al home"
But she did not express herself thus
plainly to Carlos, when he asked her,
wistfully, if she knew why Haddie had
gone away.
CT think she's sick of farms and farm
work" said Sarella, pursing up her lips.
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