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

SHghtg No That is too poetical
word to be in any way applied to thu
heroine of this little tale, whose lean
scrawny figure looked for all the worl(
like series of badly connected angles
and whose STOPPING shoulders and mar
row chest were clad in faded blacl
jacket.
This garment, with its rusty surface
and pulled seams, suited we'll the sac
looking woman into whose dreary life
came one little bit of color, which | shall
try to describe.
Her face corresponded we'll with the
rest of her appearance, for it was faded
and worn, and surrounded by a fringe OF
straight, dusty brown hair, pulled tight
ly back from the sallow, weary face,
whose one redeeming feature was the
eyes-dark gray, and oh, so sadl
She had that expression of wistful
waiting sometimes seen in the eyes of a
faithful dog who has lost his master, and
seems ever to wait, always patiently, and
to watch ever expectantly for the beloved
face.
She was a Norwegian, named Eta,
and lived in our family as cook for near
ly year.
Weeks passed by and early autumn,
which had brought her to u.s. shed leafy
tears, and departed suddenly, leaving
us all unprepared for winters advent
which announced itself in cold, dismal
rain.
Up to this time Eta had never re-
ceived letter or any communication
from the ontside world She never left
the house, and scorned the idea of an
afternoon out. However, on this drizzly
day, there was surprise, a great sur
prise, for Eta was discovered holding
an open letter tightly grasped in one
hand. But when she found herself re-
garded, it was hastily thrust into q
voluminous pocket in her skirt.
Now this pocket was a marvel in it
self, as it could hold myriads of things.
Why, one day l saw her produce pill
low case, a workbox scissors and brass
thimble at one fell swoop; at another
time-but l am wandering far away
from the letter and its consequences.
The mysterious epistle was seen sew
eral times again, and these glimpses
showed it to be worn and rumpled with
much reading. No doubt it would have
been read and reread out of existence
mad not another, fresh and clean, re-
placed the first
This took from the postman, and so
had a chance to see the uneven, char
acterless writing, the Christiania post
mark and Norwegian stamp. 1t was
followed week later by another, then
another.
l became interested, for felt was on
the track of real, live romance.
The pale, tired face seemed to grow
brighter in those days. and for the first
time Eta made frequent trips to the
city, returning laden with bundles of
every size and description. All her spare
time was now employed in sewing. Cali
Goes and prints were made and laid
aside, For some reason or other Eta
was replenishing her clean but scant and
somewhat dilapidated wardrobe.
Another link in the chain! thought l,
and began to imagine the arrival of a
stalwart Norwegian lover left in Nor
way two years before, when she had
come to try her fortune in America.
Letters came more frequently, and
Eta grew correspondingly brighter and
cheerier-she even seemed to try to hold
herself more erectly, for often the bent
shoulders were suddenly Strengthened as
she went about her work. Her voice,
formerly so tired and hopeless, took ON
more cheerful tone.
Not the least remarkable of Etta's
peculiarities was her manner of speak
ing; slowly and lispingly came the
broken English, which was at first so
hard to understand. Such a sad mix
ture of her mother tongue and this new,
strange language, such verbal combina-
tons and misplaced plurals were never
heard before.
About this time | mentioned my ro-
mantle notions to my mother, but she
only laughed, being entirely unable to
connect Etta's sad appearance with a
lover, Norwegian or of any other land. |
bhe called me romancer, but still felt |
Eure was right.
Sooner than expected came the chance |
to vindicate myself, for the next day as
sat idly by the window, watching the |
passers by, my attention was attracted |
by queer little figure way down the |
street. which came on toward the house |
1T rafting pace, gayly swinging huge |
cane and putting vigorously at a NAM
moth cigar At distance it was i'm
possible to tell whether he was boy or
man, such a comical, little figure he was,
dressed in a snuff colored suit, with a
rose in his buttonhOle and the tiniest
derby imaginable tilted over one ear.
Gazing laughingly at him, l was just
telling my mother to look at that absurd
little creature, when what was our sur
prise to see Eta, the staid, the quiet,
dash wildly across the lawn, rush down
20 the gate, and throwing her arms
about the little fellows neck kiss him
FIRST on one cheek and then on the other.