There was a spark of light in that fellow's eyes. She has often told me how you used to get your lessons out o' the same book.". It had always appeared to be a grand affair, but so far he was himself the only interested spectator at his poor occasion. I once heard a very wise man say this, and the longer I live the more firmly I believe it to be true. You've done a great work for your country, Joe. said Abby Hender. He listened intently for a minute, and then seemed to reoccupy himself with his own thoughts and purposes, looking eagerly about the old school-house, and sometimes gazing steadily at the children. The exhortation, entirely personal in the beginning, had swiftly passed to a general rebuke. Dear, uncomplaining heart of Abby Hender! It had just that same odor in his boyhood, and as he escaped he had a delightful sense of playing truant or of having an unexpected holiday. in a firm tone that showed she did not mean to be trifled with. “be careful what you wish for, because if you wish hard enough you are pretty sure to get it.” The Honorable Mr. Laneway figured on the flyleaf as an extremely cross-eyed person, with strangely crooked legs and arms and a terrific expression. ", "Two beside her father. The two old friends talked industriously, but he saw his rye drop-cakes go into the oven and come out, and his tea made, and his piece of salt fish broiled and buttered, a broad piece of honeycomb set on to match some delightful thick slices of brown-crusted loaf bread, and all the simple feast prepared. He never had doubted that the old farm was somebody's home still, and had counted upon the pleasure of spending a night there, and sleeping again in that room under the roof, where the rain sounded loud, and the walnut branches brushed to and fro when the wind blew, as if they were the claws of tigers. I've never been so situated that it seemed best for me to indulge in a daily paper, and I don't know but it's just as well; but stories were never any great of a temptation. At this point, young Johnny Spencer showed his next neighbor, in the back of his Colburn's Arithmetic, an imaginary portrait of their district hero, which caused them both to chuckle derisively. There had been talk of replacing the hacked and worn old school-desks with patent desks and chairs; this was probably an agent connected with that business. "Certainly; step right in, won't you, sir?" She had put them into her desk, and let them wilt there, but she was pleased when she took them. I thank God for what in his kind providence has been honest and right. The teacher corrected and admonished with great patience, glancing now and then toward points of danger and insurrection, whence came a suspicious buzz of whispering from behind a desk-lid or a pair of widespread large geographies. Perhaps some one of these little lads has before him a more eventful life than I have lived, and is looking forward to activity and honor and the pride of fame. The teacher corrected and admonished with great patience, glancing now and then toward points of danger and insurrection, whence came a suspicious buzz of whispering from behind a desk-lid or a pair of widespread large geographies. Create a library and add your favorite stories. You've heard folks tell about the Honorable Joseph K. Laneway? You won't learn to read at this rate until you are a grown man. The Gen'ral has enough kickshaws to eat; he wants a good, hearty, old-fashioned supper,--the same country cooking he remembers when he was a boy. It had just that same odor in his boyhood, and as he escaped he had a delightful sense of playing truant or of having an unexpected holiday. The young teacher was by no means willing to give up a certainty for an uncertainty. I wish him all the joy that I have had, all the toil that I have had, and all the bitter disappointments even; for adversity leads a man to depend upon that which is above him, and the path of glory is a lonely path, beset by temptations and a bitter sense of the weakness and imperfection of man. Why, I should know you anywhere! Poor and early widowed, there must have been a constant battle with poverty on that stony Harran farm, whose owners had been pitied even in his early boyhood, when the best of farming life was none too easy. When you remember, in years to come, that I came here to see the old school-house, remember that I said: Wish for the best things, and work hard to win them; try to be good men and women, for the honor of the school and the town, and the noble young country that gave you birth; be kind at home and generous abroad. There was a sturdy boy who half rose in his place unconsciously, the color coming and going in his cheeks; something in Mr. Laneway's words lit thealtar flame in his reverent heart. They sat down in two old straight-backed kitchen chairs. . The picture of himself on the war-path, in Johnny Spencer's arithmetic, was the only tribute that his longed-for day had held, but he laughed aloud delightedly at the remembrance and really liked that solemn little boy who sat at his own old desk. Everything about him spoke of wealth and authority. Mr. Laneway strolled down the lane before breakfast was ready, and came back with a little bunch of pink anemones in his hand. Their eyes met his as if they struck a flash of light. Tell her that I am coming to see her before I go away, and give her my love. "But I s'pose there ain't been anybody that has followed your career closer than I have, accordin' to their opportunities. Once or twice in the earlier afternoon, as he drove along, he had asked people in the road if there were a Laneway family in that neighborhood, but everybody had said no in indifferent fashion. The teacher gave her chair on the platform to the guest, and stood beside him with very red cheeks, smoothing her hair again once or twice, and keeping the hard-wood ruler fast in hand, like a badge of office. said Abby Hender. "Always took right hold and helped me when she was a baby. 3. She opened the door wide to whoever might have come on some country errand, and looked the tired and faint-hearted Mr. Laneway full in the face. The two old friends shook hands warmly at parting. At this point, young Johnny Spencer showed his next neighbor, in the back of his Colburn's Arithmetic, an imaginary portrait of their district hero, which caused them both to chuckle derisively. He did not look at pretty Marilla any more, but opened Johnny Spencer's arithmetic, and, seeing the imaginary portrait of the great General Laneway, laughed a little,--a very deep-down comfortable laugh it was,--while Johnny himself turned cold with alarm, he could not have told why. Joseph Laneway could not help sighing as he thought of it. You was always an honest boy." A Native of Winby and Other Tales, Houghton-Mifflin, 1893 Betty Leicester's English Christmas: A New Chapter of an Old Story , privately printed for the Bryn Mawr School , 1894 The Life of Nancy , … he said. He had dreamed all his life, in a sentimental, self-satisfied fashion, of this return to Winby. Word Count: 534 While not one of Jewett’s best-known stories, “A Native of Winby” is typical of her better work. Sometimes folks has said, `There, there, Mis' Hender, what be you goin' to say now?' "I wish you could have stayed another day, so I could have had the minister come and see you," urged Mrs. Hender regretfully. The Honorable Mr. Laneway had a touch of true sentiment which added much to his really stirring and effective campaign speeches. "Now, before we sit down again, I want you to step into my best room. It was a lovely beckoning day out-of-doors. How gay the two old friends became, and of what old stories they reminded each other, and how late the dark spring evening grew, before the feast was over and the straight-backed chairs were set against the kitchen wall! But wishing hard means working hard for what you want, and the world's prizes wait for the men and women who are ready to take pains to win them. "Yes, I wish to see her more than any one else. "Certainly; step right in, won't you, sir?" "Abby Harran's granddaughter?" but I've always told 'em to wait. "I was going to light a little fire in the parlor," explained Marilla, with a slight tone of rebuke in her clear girlish voice. The frontispiece is by Marcia Oakes Woodbury (1865-1913). Mrs. Hender had picked the apples herself that went to the press; they were all chosen from the old russet tree and the gnarly, red-cheeked, ungrafted fruit that grew along the lane. He had long ago grown used to saying "Go" to one man, and "Come" to another, like the ruler of old; but all his natural power of leadership and habit of authority disappeared at once as he trod the pasture slopes, calling back the remembrance of his childhood. The slender gray birches and pitch pines of that neglected pasture had never before seen a hat and coat exactly in the fashion. I have had to wait a good while for some, and some weren't what I expected 'em to be, but most of 'em's as good books as there is in the world. You had a real good time, now, didn't you? asked the fair Marilla, recovering her presence of mind; and the guest kindly assented. She might have been nineteen years old,--not more,--but for the time being she scorned the frivolities of youth. From the knoll just ahead he had often seen the light of his mother's lamp, as he came home from school on winter afternoons; but when he reached the knoll the old house was gone, and so was the great walnut-tree that grew beside it, and a pang of disappointment shot through this devout pilgrim's heart. asked the girl. Born like Jewett in South Berwick, Maine, Woodbury studied painting in New York and Paris. he suggested, with an expectant smile, and Abby Hender was on her feet in a moment. They had come back to the kitchen, and she stood before the cupboard, reaching high for two old gayly striped crockery mugs. The farm has proven a good environment for her. The teacher, whom no timid new scholar could look at boldly, wore her accustomed air of authority and importance. Marilla Hender was as pale as ashes. The bee left his prisoning pane at last, and came over to the Mayflowers, which were in full bloom, although the season was very late, and deep in the woods there were still some graybacked snowdrifts, speckled with bits of bark and moss from the trees above. How many times he had longed for a drink of that water, and now here it was, and the thirst of that warm spring day was hard to quench! He had often been called the "king of the platform" in his adopted State. There was a silence between the friends, who had no need for words now; they understood each other's heart only too well. "They have done very well, - very well indeed," he answered kindly; and then, to every one's surprise, he rose, went up the aisle, pushed Johnny Spencer gently along his bench, and sat down beside him. A Native of Winby, and Other Tales "I've got those others now, dried and put away somewhere in one of my books," she said quietly, and Marilla wondered what they meant. "Nobody could puzzle you at school, I remember," answered Mr. Laneway, and they both laughed heartily. "And to think I haven't seen you since your folks moved out West, the next spring after you were thirteen in the winter," said the good woman. - 최근 10편 은 해당 이용권으로 볼 수 없습니다. The kitchen was warm, and they had talked themselves thirsty and hungry; but with what an unexpected tang the cider freshened their throats! When you remember, in years to come, that I came here to see the old school-house, remember that I said: Wish for the best things, and work hard to win them; try to be good men and women, for the honor of the school and the town, and the noble young country that gave you birth; be kind at home and generous abroad. We are getting along considerable well these last few years, since they got a might o' capital together; but the old farm wasn't really able to maintain us, with the heavy expenses that fell on us unexpected year by year. Johnny Spencer instinctively gave him an assisting push, and once free the great soldier, statesman, and millionaire took a few steps forward to the open floor; then, after hesitating a moment, he mounted the little platform and stood in the teacher's place. But just at the pilgrim's right were some thorny twigs of an old rosebush. The carriage had stopped; some one was coming to the school; somebody was going to be called out! You have sons? He did not consider where he was going, but was for a time the busy man of affairs, stimulated by the unconscious influence of his surroundings. The pupils were familiar enough with the illustrious history of their noble predecessor. Again and again he stopped to fill the birch-bark dipper which the school-children had made, just as his own comrades made theirs years before. I say this as humbly as I say it proudly. Now and then a toiling child would rise and come down the aisle, with his forefinger firm upon a puzzling word as if it were an unclassified insect. It was plain to see that the household stores were waning low, as befitted the time of year, but there was still enough in the old cellar. What cups of tea, what uncounted rye drop-cakes, went to the making of that successful supper! "You've no idea what a comfort Marilla's been," she stopped to whisper. The narrow door stood wide open, to the left as you faced the desk, and an old spotted dog lay asleep on the step, and looked wise and old enough to have gone to school with several generations of children. Mr. Laneway strolled down the lane before breakfast was ready, and came back with a little bunch of pink anemones in his hand. "You wouldn't have done everything you have for the country," she said. He did not consider where he was going, but was for a time the busy man of affairs, stimulated by the unconscious influence of his surroundings. She was very stern with the grammar class, but every one in school had an inner sense that it was a great day in the history of District Number Four. I regret my failures. ", Mr. Laneway was still looking over the books. It was half past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the primer class, settled into the apathy of after-recess fatigue, presented a straggling front, as they stood listlessly on the floor. "I was going to light a little fire in the parlor," explained Marilla, with a slight tone of rebuke in her clear girlish voice. " the stranger asked politely, with a fine bow of deference to Miss Hender. I meant to be a rich man when I was a boy here, and I stand before you a rich man, knowing the care and anxiety and responsibility of wealth. 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