Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-03-27
MOLLY ST. LEGER.
A Valentine Story of Over One
Hundred Years Ago.

Hundred ears Ago.
Ii was gray. gloomy day in late
October dur ng theelast week of their
>oiourn at the old family country hoase
on the kenneb c. This ancient house.
built Of Hallowell granite was OF the
FL zabethian style of architecture, with
eastellated walls and a large square
hall down into which You looked from
the CALLER rs Oh the second and third
floors. and which opened upon II deep
Forch altogether delectable in its viney
seclusion, SO SUI gesiive of tetesa-tetes,
moonlight OF dayl ght.
Three connecting rooms frontFd the
river which flow d at the foot of rap
IDLY slOpng lawn. and from the library
window at tn. o tth end of this triad
OF room could be seen IL lovely r.yer
pictu framed betw .en tall oaks and
:, green's. at the extremity of an open
ing a quarter of Il mile long. ut least.
cut through the primeval forest straight
to the bank of the kenebe,..
This was the work of Downing. who,
years before, had cut and trimmed and
| fashioned these slopes and dells into
fair, regular beauty But time and a
proper degree of neglect had brought
| back a bewitching wildness, a gypsy
like abandon of straggl ng vines and
| lawless growths, more fascinating to
| town-bred girls than the most perfect
landscape gardening could possibly be.
Three hundred aud eighty acres com
prised this estate of Fairview. and it
once had deer park of a hundred
acres, but that was long ago.
lsFshs.sls-ilssE--t tsesn lain ne for three
days. a steady down-pour, glad,tening
70 the hearts of the country folk, whose
wells, owing to the long drought, had
long since refused water. Caleb Atkins,
coming down from the village as usual,
with meat and milk, had expressed to
the cook that morning his opinion that
| the rain was kelly to last a consider
| able spell, TO which statement cook
| signified her assent with the remark
that next week was court week, and il
always rained court week
Cook has the universally logiea
fem nine mind. observed Beatrix, wht
| had overhead this eolloquy VIII le whist
! ling and waiting for Ajax at the hal
door '.If it always rains court week
why, then, of course, it's alwa cour
week, isn't it? Wonder if Supreme
Courts and storms prevail multane
ously over the universe. I'll ask her
Oh! oh. you big, black, wicked, splendi,
old fellow. This last to Ajax, VIII,
came to her whistle with bound ant
leap. planting his big muddy paw
on her shoulders, and staying he
remonstranees with sweeping lap O
hs huge tongue, which fairly hid iron
/ view her pIquan merry face.
.sOh, shut that door, do, Trix. an
behave in a civilized manner, growle
Marjory, from the depths of the Sleep
Hollow char by the hall fire. She wa
reading The Fair Maid of Perth fo
perhaps the twenty-fifth t me, and wa
right in the thick of the tournamen
where n fell the sons of Torauil ad
yancing to death with the cry ION
more for Heetor.'
Whatever OF modern authorship tn
library of Fairview lacked, it was rie
in the older noveiists, and owned
most sumptuous edit on, creamy page
bound in fragrant Russia. of the prime
of romantic noyelists. Walter Scott
Instantly turning at the sound of he
vo.ce, the big dog sprung into her laI
planting "a huge paw, only PARTIAL
cleaned. ON an exquisite engraving c
the said tournament and ellie ting
satisfactory shrek from her, b
plunged upon the sofa whereon Sue wa
doing and dreaming. and then dashe
up The oaken sta +. close followed b
the laughing. shrieking girls, eastin
back glances OF intense delight at hi
success in inaugurating the froiie he )
much loved, and having reached til
landing on the third floor. stood wal
ing his huge tail and watching with a
actual twinkle of his eyes the breatl
less run OF the girls up the last fligh
They .wers nearer. the storm area b
fifty feet up there than in the hallsb'
low. aud the wind and rain seemed
be holding high carnival, whfstling
the waterspoutS. roaring down It
chima eys and peltng pit kssly again
she WIND rvs and upon the slate caps
the numerous bay and orel window
A Window 10 the ! at locke out upo
the Ice schooners lying just below, b
draggled and dripping from the ps
their mizken masts TO the water lin
An occasional sailor was Sc n shroude
in oil clothes.
They swung back the door at the Ell
of the long upper h:tll and peered ,
the dusky stairway.
Fascinating, isn't it? remark,
Marjory. lisa real eosey attic da
Let $ go up.
! Nothing new up there, ! supposei
!, re,o ned Trx. We've rummag,
everything Madame Heath $ broead'
wedd ng gown and General Heath
queer old uniform, and Ma or Broc
toms kit, in the 1872 war, and Gres
grandfather Brockton 5 W g and gov
and all the old bonnes and mob ca
and camlet cloaks.
And General Heath delicious Q