St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-04-13
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NOrntThis remarkable story
published. it il hardly necessary 70
cay, from advance sheets Of Mr.. W-m
On His next novel As printed
below. it appears in somewhat con-
densed form. but contains all that 70
noteworthy in plot, incident and dia-
logue In the entire story.1
CHAP. L
4 picturesquely commonplace. q.
dinary. unemotionalN New England day.
The sun, having risen some three
hours previously. was now about three
hou1 high. Its rays, shining IN
through the second-story back parlor
window Of 4 pain frame DWELLING
hou.e on a quiet street in Dismalton.
lit up split-bottomed chair occupied
BY . thin-haired young woman. evi-
IDENTIFY suffering from heartburn- The
window, IL should be mentioned. wao
Of ordinary construction. being mads
Of pine sash, and okla. or possibly
lOxl4, glass. The putty had dropped
OF in places. and the fastening
ct the top of the lower sash was par
TALLY broken OF. a. if it had been hast-
ly raised by inserting an axe or soup-
ladle at the bottom and prying up
ward. This might have been done II
q moment Of forgetfulness by the an-
burn-haired and contemplative do.
nestle who was employed At stipend
Of s. 50 per week to do the cooking
and look after the house
The young woman who sat In the
chair was near-sighted and wore steeI-
trimmed glasses. She was not hand.
some. but there was IN oppression
about hcr sallow face with it, square
jaw and aquiline nose. slightly red
dened at the tip, that sometimes caused
persons who met her TO look at her .
second time.
Mother" she said to an angular
matron who entered the apartment,
IL am impressed with the convictiou-
or perhaps say am at times dinly
conscious Of an impression-thatt this
life Of excitement is making me slight
ly nervous.
Z And she put away the yarn stocking
she was darning and picked up late
New England novel by Jenry Hamea
Peninsula" said her mother. after
. pause. during which she had been
vaguely watching the uneasy slumbers
Of detected cat that lay Imply on tho
rug before tho Dire. II think you had
better spend . few months In Italy.
What shall We have for dinnere"
CHAP. n
Three weeks later. Rome. Vatican.
Catscombs. PigeonsL Gloomy sun
shine. Oppressive feeling Of ennui-
-'.Mothec.n said Peainsnla. - the two
stood in front Of the Pamphilia-Doris
palace. ''isn't that aged horse terribly
lamel All, me! What IL life good for.
! wonder. anyhow"
My daughter" replied the mothee.
with dreary yawn. as she atmlesaly
looked at her watch and remembered
she had not wound it since she left
Dismalton. I'VE will 60 10 Venice"
CHAP. m.
Gondolaa. St Marks Pervadine
dampness. odors Of garlic. and pensive
memories of. Venetian Days Contin-
uation Of ennui.
Mother. I .yearnT for my New En-
gland home. Life here is 80 intense.
- aquatic. So" 1aas ga
Il know it. my daughter. And tho
sggs arc too Oriental. / want you
should not become too much excited.
Remember how the story Of Annie
Quillburn worked upon your sensitive
nature" see
..Motherr' exclaimed Peninsula. In
. voice Of hopeless melancholy. I'VE
will return home"
CHAP. ~.
Dismalton. Another ordinary New
England day. The mother and
alighted from the two-seated
carryall. had their trunks carried into
the house, paid the man and went In.
They had returned home. A few
more chunks Of putty had fallen from
the second-story back window. and the
cat was rather thinner than formel)y.
Otherwise the place was unchanged.
What time Is It. mother?"
IL think" said the mother. looking
- the sun. ut must be shout eleven
o'clock. Or hali-past." she added, re-
aectively. vFa-~
CHAP. v.
The evening shades had fallen. but .
fuint odor Of boiled cabbage still per-
vaded the quiet New England home.
There was . knock At the trout door.
The bell. it should be explained. was
out Of repair.
The caller was shown into the pas-
l0r.
Il have called. Peninsula, to-"
The young village doctor paused .
moment to suppress IN Involuntary
spasmodic action that looked like .
yawn, but may have been hiccough.
Il have called. Peninsula. to ask II
you will marry me-"
'.Fotheringay." she answered. look.
Ing 1t the hickoxy-wood fre in the
CRATE with painful incertitude. II caa
not say whether l will or not"
THE END.
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