The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1889-04-27
RENlNsuLA's QUANDARY.
A Synopsis of tho Coming Great Amerf.
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say from ADVANCE Sneet6 OF Mr.. WIN
DIN Hills next novel.s Assprinted
below, it appears In somewhat con-
.densed form, but contains all that is
noteworthy in plot, incident and dia-
logue in the entire story.l IS.
CHAP. L. %l& OF T.
A picturesquely commonplace, or
binary. Unconditional New England day:
The sun, having risen. some three
hours previously, was now about three
hours high. Its rays shining in
through the second-stery back parlor
window of plain frame dwelling
house on quiet street in Dismalton,
Lit up split-bottomed chair, occupied
by thin-haired young woman. evil
dcntly suffering from heartburn. The
window, it should be mentioned, was
of ordinary construction. being made
of pine sash, and 9x14, FOR possibly
l0KH, glass. The putty had dropped
OF In places, and the fastening
at the top Of the lower sash was par
italy broken off, as if it had been hasti-
'ly raised by inserting an axe or soup
ladle at the bottom and prying up
ward. This might Have been done in
a moment of forgetfulness by the au-
burnrhaired and contemplatiye do
mestie who was employed at a stipend
Of s.. 80 per week to do the cooking
and look after the house. =
The young woman who sat in the
chair was near-sighted and wore steel
trimmed glasses. She was not hand
some, but there was an expression
about her sallow face with its square
jaw and aquiline nose, slightly red
.dened at the tip, that sometimes caused
persons who met her to look at her a
second time. y.tE
Mother" she said to an angular
matron who entered the apartment,
II am impressed with the conviction
or perhaps say / am at times dimly
conscious of an impression-that this
life Of excitement is making me slight
ly nervous. ~.5..
And she put away the yarn stocking
she was darning and picked up late
Sew England novel by Jenny Hames.
'Porinsula;" said ,.eE, mother, after
pause, during wirfeehf len ,ssa-v htsstt Door
vaguely watching the uneasy slumbers
of detected cat ths~ lay Imply on the
rug before the fire, II think you had
better spend few months in Italy
What shall we have for dinner?"
CHAP. II.
: Three weeks later. Rome. Vatican.
Catacombs. Pigeons. Gloomy SUM-
shine. Oppressive feeling of ennui.
Mother" said Peninsula, as the two
stood in front of the Pamphilia Doria
palace. isn't that aged horse terribly
lameP All, me! What is life good for,
/ wonder, anyhow"
my daughter" replied the moth er,
with a dreary yawn, as she aimiessly
looked at her watch and remembered
she had not wound it since she left
Dismalton, 1--WE will go to Venice"
CHAP. III. o.
GondoIas. St. Marks. Pervading
dampness, odors of garlic, and pensive
memories of Venetian Days. Contin-
uation of ennui.
Mother, I yearn for my New En-
eland home. Life here is so intense,
so aquatic, So"
II know it, my daughter. And the
eggs are too Oriental. / want you
should not become too much excited.
Remember how the story of Annie
Quillburn worked upon your sensitive
4 nature"
! ..Motheri" exclaimed Peninsula, in
a voice of hopeless melancholy, 1--WE
will return home"
L CHAP. ~.
4 Dismalton. Another ordinary New
England day. The mother and
daughter 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 formerly
Otherwise the place was unchanged.
What time is it, mother"
81 think" said the mother, looking
at the sun, at must be about clever
o'clock. Or half-past," she added, re
fectively.
CHAP. v.
/ The evening shades had fallen, but 1
faint odor of boiled cabbage still per
vaded the quiet New England home
There was knock at the front. door
The bell, it should be explained, wa
out of repair.
The caller was shown into the par
lOr.
II have called, Peninsula, to-"
The young village doctor paused
moment to suppress an invoiuntar
spasmodic action that looked like
yawn, but may have been a hiccough
81 have called, Peninsula, to ask
you will marry me-"
..Fotheringay." she answered, look
ing at the hickory-wood fire in tn
CRATE with painful aincertitude, Il ca
not say whether Iw not"