The Washington herald., 1914-06-21
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.

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serEed1
This was the nrt Of Hswthune's published
novels and 1t bore as a motto on the title paes
quotation from southey. "wnt thou 50 with mef"
The story was not 4 success and the author wal
evidently much discouraged BY its reception b. ths
public. He called IN and destroyed all the copiei
he could get hold Of. His relatives and friends
even he fOrcsd TO give up their copies to feed hi
II vas at least ten years after Hawthorne's death
that a copy Of "Fsnshawe'' was discovered. and
the story again given TO the public. since ther
some other original copies have been found. and
their pEice Is only within means Of rich men.
''Fanshawe'' il . story in which Hawthorne had
not quite struck his gait, but Il displayed mncn
and many Of the peculiar qualities and charms
which have made the anthor's name immortal In
literature.
A Message from an Old Friend.
IN those 'old colony days, when We
were under the King" DR.. Melmouth
was chief of an institution OF learn
ing called Harley college-and Mrs Mel
One morning DR.. Melmouth said to his
masterful spouse:
MY dear, I have just received a letter
has. as you know, been a long resident
abroad.
living in the house OF a distant relative
who is now no more-he requests that I
take her under my roof and into my
Mrs Melmouth saw at once that the
doctor had made up his mind for once
to insist upon compliance with the
wishes of his early friend. But by long
disuse she had lost the power Of COM
plying graciously with any wish OF her
husbands.
tor" said the lady. But, in truth, I
see very little good OF such friend as
Mr.. Langton, who never lets you know
that he is alive until he has a favor
IF the girl were country bred we
might give her houseroom and she might
knows nothing Of domestic affairs-any
more than you do, doctor"
The child is OF tender years and will
profit much by your instructions" re-
"She is eighteen years old" retorted
Mrs Melmouth, "and she has cause TO
be thankful that she will receive better
And so, with this prelude, there came
TO Harley College the beautiful Ellen
dnas dea Of the eG0a Sxs Esn
Langton il would achieve what pencil
Cat least the pencils Of the colonial art
ISIS wh8 Sb6nSn PSs dsr m never sSss iSbt he
painted. the pure and pleasant thoughts
that peeped through them. could only be
seen and felt. But descriptions of beauty
are never satisfactory.
1t must, therefore. be left to the imagi-
nation of the reader to conceive OF
% something S,,, not more tnan mortal % nor;
they felt that lovely as she was she was
of like nature to themselves.
The Fine Gentleman of the College.
From the day that Ellen entered Dr.
Melmouths habitation the sunny days
seemed brighter and the cloudy ones
less gloomy. She was the very blessing
denied children of his own-and the stu
dents fell in love with her zen masse"
I Even Mrs. Melmouth was conquered
by hereafter a while.
Now Harley College was not great
university. Rural youths came there
came russet and hearty and went away
pale and mostly wearing spectRcles.
Edward Walcott was certainly much
jority of the students-and he was better
like Ellen.
Being nearly related to DR.. Melmouth
he had been sent to Harley instead of
TO one OF the great English universities
to the expenses of which his fortune
would have been adequate.
He was tall and his manner had been
polished by an early intercourse with
the best colonial society. His features
were handsome and promised to oe
TO be youthful.
His character as a scholar was fair
and his general character good-though
some youthful follies were laid TO his
charge. He was, in short. the fine gen.
tleman' OF a little community.
Ellen and Edward, of course. became
great friends and used to ride out
a-horseback together or take long walks
through the surrounding country.
One afternoon as Edward and Ellen
We're returning from one of their rides
they saw young horseman before them,
his steed going at slow pace and, ap-
parently, taking entire charge Of mat
tiers as his rider was lost in reverie.
Who is he?" asked Ellen, that rides
oh: you do not know him? But IT is
Walcott; he is a deep scholar. His
name is Fanshawe. He is noble feI-
lcw-but a dreamer. The good doctor
overtake his health-but il he rides at
that pace he will never get it,
The stranger could scarcely have at
possessed OF face and form such as
orites.
They overlook him and Edward said
You ride long today. Fanshawe?-and,
by the way. you are going in the wrong
direction. il you wish to return to the
college
The Sisters of the Cottage.
Fanshawe, starting from his reverie,
looked long and earnestly at Ellen and
then seemed weary and dispirited. He
had ridden all day-it was a holiday al
the college-and was famished and tired /
There was cottage near by and, after
formally introducing Ellen to Fanshawe,
Edward said: Shall we dismount here,
Ellen, and see If we cannot procure re-
freshments? We have had a long ride |
1t was Notwithstanding cottage and
the interior OF II was in keeping with |
the exterior. Two women. both Of them
elderly, occupied the squalid apartment |
into which the strangers entered.
From the resemblance of their feat
ures they appeared to be sisters. but the
expression OF their countenances was
very different One. evidently the young |
er, was seated at the further side OF a |
great fireplace in which a small fire was /
burning 1t needed but a look to see |
that her mind was unbalanced
In the face Of the other sister was a /
look of sullen discomfort and her eyes |
had the look Of greed in them. The |
younger woman looked up at Ellen and |
said: DO you bring news of him? Shall /
see him before | die? viii he return |
to me?" = -
Ellen knew not what to answer and. |
before she could have done 30, the other |
sister said: Sister Butler is wandering
never behold again.
The breath OF heaven felt sweet to
them when they left the cottage and /
remounted their horses.
The widow Butler. they found upon
their return 20 the cottage. was the
son OF promise who had long ago disap-
peared.
It was said that he had been engaged
In unlawful enterprises-smuggling or L
had been lost at sea-or /
hanged. Her sorrowful story was known