| | 1 | Author: | Holmes
Mary Jane
1825-1907 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Hugh Worthington, of [!]  | | | | 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: | It was a large, old-fashioned, wooden building, with
long, winding piazzas, and low, square porches, where the
summer sunshine held many a fantastic dance, and where
the winter storm piled up its drifts of snow, whistling
merrily as it worked, and shaking the loosened casement,
as it went whirling by. In front was a wide-spreading
grassy lawn with the carriage road winding through
it, over the running brook and onward beneath tall forest
trees until it reached the main highway, a distance of
nearly half a mile. In the rear was a spacious garden,
with bordered walks, climbing roses and creeping vines
showing that some where there was a ruling hand, which,
while neglecting the sombre building and suffering it to
decay, lavished due care upon the grounds, and not on
these alone, but also on the well kept barns, and the
white-washed dwellings of the negroes,— for ours is a Kentucky
scene, and Spring Bank a Kentucky home. “Wanted — by an unfortunate young married woman,
with a child a few months old, a situation in a private family
either as governess, seamstress, or lady's maid. Country
preferred. Address —” “Wanted. — By an invalid lady, whose home is in
the country, a young woman, who will be both useful
and agreeable, either as a companion or waiting-maid.
No objection will be raised if the woman is married, and
unfortunate, or has a child a few months old. “What a little eternity it is since I heard from you, and
how am I to know that you are not all dead and buried.
Were it not that no news is good news, I should sometimes
fancy that Hugh was worse, and feel terribly for not
having gone home when you did. But of course if he
were worse, you would write, and so I settle down upon
that, and quiet my troublesome conscience. “I said, brother was afraid it was improper under the
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circumstances for me to go, afraid lest people should talk;
that I preferred going at once to New York. So it was
finally decided, to the doctor's relief, I fancied, that we
come here, and here we are — hotel just like a beehive,
and my room is in the fifth story. “Dear Hugh: — I have at last discovered who you are,
and why I have so often been puzzled with your face.
You are the boy whom I met on the St. Helena, and
who rescued me from drowning. Why have you never
told me this? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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