| | 1 | Author: | Holmes
Mary Jane
1825-1907 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | 'Lena Rivers  | | | | Published: | 2003 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 | | | | Description: | For many days the storm continued. Highways were
blocked up, while roads less frequented were rendered
wholly impassable. The oldest inhabitants of Oakland had
“never seen the like before,” and they shook their gray
heads ominously as over and adown the New England
mountains the howling wind swept furiously, now shrieking
exultingly as one by one the huge forest trees bent
before its power, and again dying away in a low, sad wail,
as it shook the casement of some low-roofed cottage,
where the blazing fire, “high piled upon the hearth,”
danced merrily to the sound of the storm-wind, and then
whirling in fantastic circles, disappeared up the broad-mouthed
chimney. “Forgive me, darling, that I leave you so abruptly.
Circumstances render it necessary, but be assured, I shall
come back again. In the meantime, you had better return
to your parents, where I will seek you. Enclosed
are five hundred dollars, enough for your present need.
Farewell. “Dear Helleny, mebby you'll wonder when you see a
letter from me, but I'll be hanged if I can help 'ritin', I am
so confounded lonesome now you are gone, that I dun
know nothing what to do with myself. So I set on the
great rock where the saxefax grows, and think, and think,
till it seems 's ef my head would bust open. Wall, how do
you git along down amongst them heathenish Kentucks
& niggers? I s'pose there ain't no great difference between
'em, is there? When I git a little more larnin', I
b'lieve I'll come down there to keep school. O, I forgot
to tell you that our old line back cow has got a calf—the
prettiest little critter—Dad has gin her to me, and I call
her Helleny, I do, I swow! And when she capers round,
she makes me think of the way you danced `High putty
Martin' the time you stuck a sliver in your heel—” “Dear Grandma: When you read this I shall be
gone, for I cannot longer stay where all look upon me as
a wretched, guilty thing. I am innocent, grandma, as innocent
as my angel mother when they dared to slander
her, but you do not believe it, and that is the hardest of
all. I could have borne the rest, but when you, too,
doubted me, it broke my heart, and now I am going away.
Nobody will care—nobody will miss me but you. “My Lost 'Lena: By this title it seems appropriate
for me to call you, for you are more surely lost to me
than you would be were this summer sun shining upon
your grave. And, 'Lena, believe me when I say I would
rather, far rather, see you dead than the guilty thing you
are, for then your memory would be to me as a holy,
blessed influence, leading me on to a better world, where
I could hope to greet you as my spirit bride. But now,
alas! how dark the cloud which shrouds you from my
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