A Country Idyl, and Other Stories. Sarah Knowles Bolton

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       Sarah Knowles Bolton

      A Country Idyl, and Other Stories

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066201821

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       A COUNTRY IDYL.

       THE SECOND TIME.

       FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.

       THE RING OF GOLD.

       FOUR LETTERS.

       REWARDED.

       THE UNOPENED LETTER.

       THREE COLLEGE STUDENTS.

       THE TWILIGHT HOUR SOCIETY.

       SLAVE AMY.

       LIKE OUR NEIGHBORS.

       TWO AT ONCE.

       THE HOUSE-WARMING.

       HANNAH AND JOE.

       BURTON CONE’S REASON.

       UNSUITABLE.

       PLAYING WITH HEARTS.

       DUTY.

       WAIFY.

       THE BLACK AND TAN.

       THE CHRISTIAN HUNTER.

       LOVE’S CHRISTMAS GIFT.

       AN UNFORTUNATE SAIL.

       A NEW KIND OF WEDDING.

       LOST HIS PLACE.

       STRUCK IT RICH.

       FOOD AT THE DOOR.

       HOW THE DOG TAX WAS PAID.

       THE STORY OF DOUGLAS.

      A COUNTRY IDYL

       AND OTHER STORIES.

A COUNTRY IDYL.

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      IN THE midst of New England mountains, covered with pine and cedar, lies the quiet town of Nineveh, looking towards the sea. Years ago it had mills where lumber was sawed and grain was ground; but now the old wheels alone are left, the dams are broken, and the water falls over the scattered rocks, making music in harmony with the winds among the pines. The houses have gone to decay; the roofs have fallen in, leaving the great, rough chimneys standing like the Druid towers of Ireland.

      In one of these old houses, before the young men of New England had gone West to seek their fortunes, lived a miller and his wife. The Crandall family were happy, save that no children had come into the home. Finally a sister of the wife died, bequeathing her little girl to the Nineveh household.

      Nellie Crandall grew from babyhood the picture of health, an innocent, cheerful girl, in sweet accord with the daisies of the fields and the old-fashioned flowers she cared for in her foster-mother’s garden.

      In the house across the way lived John Harding, a tall, awkward boy, the pride of the country school for his good scholarship, and in principle as strong as the New England hills he lived among.

      John and Nellie had played together from childhood. He had made chains for her neck of the pine needles; she had fastened golden coreopsis in his homespun coat; and, while no word had been spoken, the neighboring people expected that a new house would sometime be built in Nineveh, and a young couple begin anew the beautiful commonplaces of life.

      There was considerable excitement one morning in the quiet town. Byron Marshall, a city youth, had come to Nineveh to visit the Monroe family, cousins of the Hardings. Byron was a handsome, slender lad, well-mannered, just leaving college and ready for a profession. He met Nellie Crandall, and was pleased with the natural country girl.

      “No good’ll come of it,” said one of the old ladies of Nineveh. “I never believed in mismating. John Harding would give his life for that girl, while the city youth, I know, is a selfish fellow.”

      The summer wore away with rides and picnics, and if John’s heart was pained at the attentions given to Nellie, and accepted by her, he said nothing.

      After Byron’s return to the city a correspondence was begun by him.

      One Sunday evening, when John came as usual to see Nellie, and they were sitting in the moonlight beside the old mill at the bridge, he said abruptly, “I’m going away from home, Nellie. I have begun to think you wouldn’t mind since Byron came.”

      “But I do mind,” said the girl. “I like Bryon, and he seems fond of me; but, John, I don’t want you to go, we’ve been such good friends.”

      “Yes, but we must be all in all to each other or I can’t stay. I’ve loved you all these years with never a thought of another. I’ve loved every flower in your garden because you have tended it. This old mill seems precious because you have sat here. All Nineveh is sacred to me because it is your home, but I cannot stay here now.”

      Nellie was young; she had seen little of the world, did not know the true from the false, and, half captivated with the college youth, she dare not give her promise to John.

      They