Title:  Grandmother Elsie

Author:  Martha Finley

Release Date:  February 2, 2005 [EBook #14883]

Language:  English

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GRANDMOTHER ELSIE

A sequel to
“Elsie’s widowhood”

By Martha Finley

COMPLETE AUTHORIZED EDITION

“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together.”—­Shakespeare

Published by arrangement with
Dodd, Mead and Company

A.L.  BURT COMPANY

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1882,
By
Dodd, Mead & company

1910,
By
Charles B. Finley

GRANDMOTHER ELSIE

CHAPTER I.

“Every state,
Allotted to the race of man below,
Is in proportion, doom’d to taste some sorrow.”

          
                                                    —­Rowe.

The Ion family were at home again after their summer on the New Jersey coast.

It was a delightful morning early in October:  the dew-drops on the still green grass of the neatly kept lawn sparkled in the rays of the newly risen sun; the bright waters of the lakelet also, as, ruffled by the breeze, they broke gently about the prow of the pretty row-boat moored to the little wharf; the gardens were gay with bright-hued flowers, the trees gorgeous in their autumnal dress.

But though doors and windows were open, the gardener and his assistants at work in the grounds, there seemed a strange quiet about the place:  when the men spoke to each other it was in subdued tones; there was no sound—­as in other days—­of little feet running hither and thither, nor of childish prattle or laughter.

Two horses stood ready saddled and bridled before the principal entrance to the mansion, and Mr. Horace Dinsmore was pacing the veranda to and fro with slow, meditative step, while Bruno, crouching beside the door, followed his movements with wistful, questioning eyes, doubtless wondering what had become of his accustomed merry, romping play-mates.

A light step came down the hall, and a lady in riding hat and habit stepped from the open doorway, stooped for an instant to touch the dog’s head caressingly with a “Poor Bruno! do you miss your playfellows?” then glided quickly toward Mr. Dinsmore, who received her with open arms and tenderest caress.