Ella Lincoln; or, Western prairie life, an autobiography - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...he set down the second "help" upon that cabin floor. "Mrs. Carr is very beautiful," said a handsome young farmer, seeing her for the first time. "She looks well enough." "Will you not build a house soon, Hubert 1" said Etta. "House is good enough." "But if father and mother should come?" "What's good enough for me, is good enough for them." "Please drive to the village, to church, next Sabbath?" "Pshaw! I don't like meetings." "Wild Rose,--who can she be?" said Mr. Stokes, the editor, to his wife. "I have heard it is the young wife of Hubert Carr." "I'll be bound it is. I saw her a few weeks since in a store, where she was buying blue calico. Such large, dreamy eyes,--pure white forehead! she has the grace of a high-born lady. Sweet child! she is wasting her life among thorns; her coarse husband cannot appreciate her worth." Next day, meeting Mr. Carr, he said:--"May I ask if ' Wild Rose,' my new contributor, is Mrs. Carr?" "I bleve my wife does write verses,--the more's the pity. It isn't women's business; but I'd as lief she'd write for you as anybody." "Thank you! and please tell her that I am grateful for her contributions. She writes very sweetly. Probably she is an orphan, sir. That low, thrilling pathos in her lines, seems like the voice of sorrow. Good morning, sir." "Ah, yes," he continued mentally, "her heart is breaking; her poetry is the music swept from its failing cord." "Etta, you needn't write any more for Mr. Stokes, editor of the ' Pompeii Herald,' you'd better be a making my shirts." "Very well, sir." She had ceased to contradict him, and always said &...