Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-02-12
FOR LOVE OF HIM.

StiCu 4InuNiAO W hhoIaLlOyy pAp
eously, 81 burden to my husband =?
Oh, Sarella Sarella for PHYS sake
don't say that |"
It was the day following the family
hegira-that most dismal, doleful 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 min
beat against the windows with mourn
full and monotonous 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
oil day wrapped in shawl, looking
about as forlorn as the dafodils 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 extrem-
estdegree, thissunny-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 a 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, 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-storied farmhouse, the sole
relic Of Carlos Winstanley's scattered
fortune
eft 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 If it
were palace-can't we, Haddiep"
And Haddie, with q half-frightened
glance ct the restless waves Of the At
lantic and the groups of cedars writing
in the blast, chung to his shoulder and
whispered:
"Yes. But" she added with CULVER
ing lip, sit will be very lonely, won't
itp"
"Sarella is coming to stay with us and
help get settled" said Winstanley.
"Why, what could such a butterfly as
you 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
tight knot at the back Of her head, il
an inexorable fashion, which made Had
die feel as if her gold frizzes and braidl
were vanity and vexation of spirit, in
deed; and had way Of looking owe
and beyond her, as if she (Haddie) were
OF no account whatever.
But Sarella was needed, and she came,
just as she would have come to nurse O
wounded soldier, or keep watch over 9
household Of measles, or scarlet fever,
or undertake any other difficult or thank.
less task.
And, upon this rainy dHy, Sarella went
backward and forward, and looked with
a sort Of contemptuous pity at the poor
little wife, wrapped in her heecy white
shawl, with rose in her hair and 6
book in her hand.
"Dear me, Harriet p she had criet
out, when at last her slender thread O
patience was quite exhausted; "whJ
don't you do something?"
"WhaS shall do ?" said Haddie, pit