The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1892-03-25

The man, after rev qu16U DuJ ear
hest struggles, managed to free himself
from her long, thin arms, and looked up
into her face, so high above him, with
pleasure surely, but without trace OF
loverlike ardor.
On closer inspection it proved to be
such a funny, rosy childish face that it
was impossible to look at it without
laughing. Eta seemed to find it SO, for,
smiling happily, she escorted him back
to the house, her long arm linked in his
short one, almost lifting him from the
ground at every step, and presently we
heard the low monotone of their voices
In the kitchen below.
Not the least queer thing about this
lueerest Of queer men was yellow
shock of hair, plastered down in care
fully arranged scallops all around his
chubby face. Isuppose it never occurred
to him that the back of his head was
ever seen, for there the hair stood
straight out in bristly points.
Soon Eta appeared, and blushing and
hesitating, said, '"My cousin hat coined
from Christiana."
That was all, but my theory was
proved, and made use of that timeworn
and aggravating phrase, "What did /
tell your"
Days came and went, and 80 did the
little Norwegian, but nothing was said
Of an approaching marriage. Parcels
poured in upon us, and Eta sewed stead
lily on. Each afternoon Auguste 1--WE
learned his Nance appeared, apparently
propelled by the regular motion of the
big cane Somehow he always seemed
like piece of machinery, for his appear
ance never changed-always the snuff
colored suit, the little hat and the but
tonhole bouquet; and he seemed to go
and come mechanically, enveloped in a
cloud of smoke pulled from the big cigar.
Eta owned one thing strangely out of
keeping with her other possessions. 1t
was large gold watch, attached to an
old fashioned chain, from which dangled
two or three odd, foreign looking charms
of fine workmanship. She was very fond
of it, as it had belonged to her mother,
and wore it always, till at last it seemed
almost a part of herself. Seeing her
without it one day, l exclaimed imme
diately, as l thought she must have
lost it,
She waited a moment before replying
and then said slowly, II hat lend it to
my cousin"
She then told me that Auguste was a
barber by trade, and had come to Amer
lea with money she had sent him for the
trip.
After the disappearance of the watch
Auguste came less frequently, and as
time went on seldom appeared oftener
than once week. There was no more
sewing, and Eta began to look more as
of old. Little by little the happy light
faded from her face, and the gray eyes
became sadder by contrast, perhaps,
than before
A time came when weeks passed with
out sign of the little Norwegian, but |
one day letter arrived for Eta in the |
same crooked writing. Some time later
in the day, going into the kitchen, l
found Eta leaning on the table, the let
ter crumpled in her cllnched hands and |
her face buried in her arms.
touched her gently on the shoulder, |
but got no other response than the low,
stifed sobs which shook the poor, thin j
body from head to foot. At last she |
raised her sorrow stricken face, and lift |
ing her eyes to mine said slowly, with |
her lisping accent, Il hat to go way; ! |
haf sorrow, great sorrow"
She would tell but little of her story. |
She was to have married her cousin in a
few weeks time, but he had tired of her,
and that day a letter had come from
aim, first begging her to forgive him /,
md then telling her that he had sold her
treasured watch, and by the time she
got that-letter would have sailed on a
vessel bound for Norway.
"Shall you, too, go homer" said.
Slowly and sadly came the answer,
NO" and felt that with the utterance
If that little word she gave up all hope,
md renounced forever all thought of
;he happiness she had been picturing for
herself the last few months, as she sat
sewing steadily, only pausing now and
hen, with little flush in her pale
,heeks, to softly steal hand into her
pocket and touch the letters she always
carried there.
Next morning Eta could not be found.
n a corner of her room stood little
lair trunk labeled with Norwegian
address and filled with the garments so
'ecently finished. 1t was corded up and
ent to Christiana; it may have reached
is destination or it may not, its fate is
Is uncertain as Etta's own. The poor
tired disappointed and hope
ess, had vanished that night, taking
With her little else than her sad, sad
thoughts.
often picture her with her STOPPING
houlders and pallid, tear stained face,
very vestige of love and hope gone out,
away into the night and gaz-
ng up at the stars, so serene and far
way, as she murmurs, "Forsaken, for
aken."- l.. G. in Boston Herald.
Men Make Their Own Feet.
A man makes his own feet. Just re-
member how natty and small your feet