The Red Cloud chief., 1896-10-02

tiQuo furniture store which does Il
thriving business in these days Whch
the furnishings OF oar forefathers are
in such demand. Here were quaint
rooms. and the little old lady who had
charge of the place remarked that
soon all the antique furniture would be
sold, so general is the craving FOR ma
hogany of the last century. AS II Is
many an ancestral bedstead has been
shipped out of the historical town
which has rcapcd "A generous revenue
from the sale of the household goods
Of the early citizens. People 10 not
seem at all aversc to disposlng Oh
these relics OF other days; nor DO lhey,
MS a rule, cling to them for old Assoc
cation.
Among other curiositicS exhibited
hy the little old lady-who looked like
one of the characters in The House OF
Seven Gables'-was "a paper from the
old custom house. containing a mum
her OF items and 20. X. Natl Haw-
thorne." The writer, II will he re-
membercd was in the employ OF Uncle
Sam for about three years. The old
lady wanted to sell the bit of paper.
We inquired the price.
Ten dollars"
Little did Mr.. Hawthorne ever dream
his bills. with 20. H." would command
any such figure. When Tennyson re-
ceivcd a pound n line for some of his
later verses, the literary world thought
he was doing very well as a poctical
tradcsman-but here was so demand
cd for four words. Fortunately for
spectators in autographs Mr.. Haw-
thorne was fairly industrious during
those three years and the supply of
20. X, Natl Hawthorne will not give
out at once. If Hawthorne could only
have rcaped a little of this profit short
~ after he was turned out OF Office
The Scarlet Letter" was written to
keep the wolf from the door. Fields
relates how subsequently he found
Hawthorne in Lenox. respondent and
lowering over a stove and finally pro-
cured from him the manuscript Of that
incompatible story. Besides these au-
tographs there are many bits OF paper
marked with a stencil, n. Hawthorne.
Hawthorne was after asked If he really
had the scarlet letter "A" and replied:
We'll, I did have it, but one Sunday
the children got hold of II and burnt 1t
up
Main street must ever interest the
visitor. Hawthorne thus had his
Snowman" expound concerning 1t:
The white mans ak has never smit-
ten a single tree; his footstep has
never crumpled a single one OF the
withered leaves, which all the au-
tumns since the food have been harvest
ing beneath. Yet. see! along through
the vista Of impending boughs there Is
already a family traced path, running
nearly east and west, as If n prophecy
OF foreboding OF the future street had
stolen into the heart Of the solemn old
wood. Onward goes this hardly per-
ceptible track. now ascending over a
natural swell Of land, now subsiding
gently into "A hollow; traversed here
by a little streamlet. which glitters
like n snake through the CLEAN of sun
shine, and quickly hides itself among
the underbrush, in its quest for the
neighboring cove; and impeded there
by the massy corpse OF a giant of the
forest, which had lived out its meal
culable term Of life, and been over
thrown by mere old age, and lies buried
in the new vegetation that is born of
its decay. What footsteps can have
worn this half seen path? Hark! do we
not hear them rustling softly over the
leaves? We discern an Indian wom-
ana majestic and queenly woman, or
else her spectral image does not repre-
sent her truly-for this Is the great
b. ,Sduaw Sachem, whose rule with that
Of her sons. extends from Mystic to
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