FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99  
100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   >>   >|  
stic fittings, its heavy old seats, its gravelled floor, had been the scene of a thousand childish gambols with my brother and sister. Old memories clung to it with a loving fondness. Even when the sports of childhood gave place to graver thoughts and occupations, the cool retirement of this rustic solitude had never failed to possess the strongest attractions for me. The songbirds built their little nests within the overhanging foliage, and swarms of bees gave melodious voices to the summer air as they hovered over its honey-yielding flowers. The past united with the present to direct my steps toward this favorite spot I entered, and, seating myself on one of the old low branches that encircled it, was looking up through the straggling vines that festooned the entrance, admiring the soft haze through, which the cloudless moon was shedding a peculiar brilliancy on all around, when I heard a step approaching from the house. I stopped the song which I had been humming, and listened. It is said that there are steps which have music in them. I am sure, the cadences of that music which the poet has so immortalized sounded distinctly in my listening ear. It was the melody of recognition. I knew instinctively the approaching step, and in a moment Mr. Logan stood before me. "What!" said he, extending his hand as I rose, and pressing mine with a warmth that was unusual, even retaining it until we were seated,--"ever happy! There must be a perpetual sunshine in your heart!" "Oh, no!" I replied. "Happiness is a creation of the fireside. One does not find it in his neighbor's garden, and many times not even in his own." "For once, dear Lizzie, I only half agree with you," he replied, again taking my hand, and pressing it in both of his. I sought in vain to withdraw it, but he held it with an embarrassing tenacity. He had never spoken such words before, never used my name even, without the usual prefix which politeness exacts. I was glad that the moonlight found but feeble entrance into the arbor, as the blood mounted from my heart into my face, and I felt that I must be a spectacle of confusion. I cannot now remember how long this indescribable embarrassment kept possession of me, but I did summon strength to say,-- "Your language surprises me, Mr. Logan." "But, dear Lizzie," he rejoined, "my deportment toward you ought to lessen that surprise, and become the apology for my words. Others may find no happiness in thei
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99  
100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

replied

 

Lizzie

 

entrance

 
approaching
 

pressing

 

unusual

 

warmth

 
retaining
 
creation
 

Happiness


sunshine

 

perpetual

 
fireside
 

neighbor

 

seated

 

garden

 

possession

 

summon

 

strength

 

embarrassment


indescribable

 

confusion

 

remember

 
language
 

apology

 

Others

 

happiness

 

surprise

 

lessen

 
surprises

rejoined

 

deportment

 

spectacle

 

embarrassing

 

extending

 

tenacity

 
spoken
 
withdraw
 
taking
 
sought

feeble

 
mounted
 

moonlight

 

prefix

 

politeness

 
exacts
 

overhanging

 

songbirds

 
failed
 
solitude