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Mis' Battis came. She entered Mrs. Gartney's presence with nonchalance, and "flumped" incontinently into the easiest and nearest chair. Mrs. Gartney began with the common preliminary the name. Mis' Battis introduced herself as before. "But your first name?" proceeded the lady. "My first name was Parthenia Franker. I'm a relic'." Mrs.
A.D.T. Whitney, the author of many works of fiction, which have been widely read; among them "Faith Gartney's Girlhood," "Odd or Even," "Sights and Insights," etc. In this connection we point to a living novelist of Saugus, Miss Ella Thayer, whose "Wired Lore" has been through several editions.
But Kinnicutt opened wider to receive them than Mishaumok had to let them go. If Mr. Gartney's invalidism had to be pleaded to get away with dignity, it was even more needed to shield with anything of quietness their entrance into the new sphere they had chosen.
Gartney's amusement; but, beyond this, they had no social excitement. January brought a thaw; and, still further to break the monotony, there arose a stir and an anxiety in the parish. Good Mr.
Bret Harte. "The Luck of Roaring Camp" and the other stories of this talented writer have opened a vein of romance where it was least expected. American fiction has been exceptionally rich in stories adapted to the juvenile mind, among which the most prominent are Mrs. Whitney's "Faith Gartney's Girlhood," Miss Alcott's "Little Women," and Mr. T.B. Aldrich's "Story of a Bad Boy."
Gartney's dyspepsia must be considered. Kinnicutt air and June sunshine would not do all the curative work. The healthy appetite they stimulated must be wholesomely supplied. Faith took to the kitchen.
Gartney, the polite wishes of her visiting friends that "Mr. Gartney's health might allow them to return to the city in the winter," with the wonder, unexpressed, whether this were to be a final breakdown of the family, or not; and for Faith, the horror and extravagant lamentations of her young coterie, at her coming occultation or setting, rather, out of their sky.
October came, and brought small dividends. The expenses upon the farm had necessarily been considerable, also, to put things in "good running order." Mr. Gartney's health, though greatly improved, was not yet so confidently to be relied on, as to make it advisable for him to think of any change, as yet, with a view to business. Indeed, there was little opportunity for business, to tempt him.
Armstrong thanked him; but, for the present, he was to remain at Cross Corners. "At the Old House?" "No, sir. At Mr. Gartney's." The iron was cold, after all. Mrs. Parley Gimp called, one day, a week or two later, when the minister was out. A visit of sympathetic scrutiny. "Yes, it was a great loss, certainly. But then, at her age, you know, ma'am! We must all expect these things.
The excitement of the great fire, and the curiosity and astonishment concerning Miss Gartney's share in the events of that memorable night had hardly passed into the quietude of things discussed to death and laid away, unwillingly, in their graves, when all this that had happened at Cross Corners poured itself, in a flood of wonder, upon the little community. Not all, quite, at once, however.
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