. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . he could see and understand more than beseemed an honest man;and yet Eandy teas an honest man, and had the unbought happiness of being more loved than , the all-powerful they, wliispered he was a fairy man ;and, as such, he was consulted bymany who would scruple to con-fess they had any faith or trustin the existence of the good peo-ple. That opinion had strength-ened wonderfully during the lastfew months; indeed, ever sincethe young widow had given pro-raise that the child of a dead fatherwas to visit a care-full world, li
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . he could see and understand more than beseemed an honest man;and yet Eandy teas an honest man, and had the unbought happiness of being more loved than , the all-powerful they, wliispered he was a fairy man ;and, as such, he was consulted bymany who would scruple to con-fess they had any faith or trustin the existence of the good peo-ple. That opinion had strength-ened wonderfully during the lastfew months; indeed, ever sincethe young widow had given pro-raise that the child of a dead fatherwas to visit a care-full world, liishours had been spent, even morethan usual, beside tuk FaikiksOak—a withered and time hol-lowed tree, wliich liimg its decayedliranches over tlie sedgiS thatskirted the base of the far-fanudEagles Nest (the most won-■ ■ derful of the lakes many won- ders) ; and lie had been UKire tlian ever attentive to keep free from pebblesand worm-heaps, the ring, which tradition and his own knowledgeassigncfl as the favnurite tryst ing-place of the good peopk\. A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 9 The door was now easily closed, and the candle relit at the kitchenfire ; the woodcutter threw upon it an additional heap of bog-fir : the oldcats hair stood out like porcupines quills; every now and then sheopened her mouth to hiss, but closed it again Avithout a sound ; she wouldlift a paw, and stretch it forth, bristling with claws—then draw it backagain, each claw returning to its downy sheath. Sit down, Eandy, and dont be showldering the chimney, as ifthere wasnt a chair in the place, said the Kurse, through her chatteringteeth. I know better manners than to disturb any one from their sate, heanswered, bowing round, respectfully. The Nurse crossed herself with the thumb of her right hand, andretreated to the bed-room of her mistress. The fire burned biightly—yetthe cat took no plcasiire in its blaze, but kept moving, uneasily fiom oneside to the other,— wrinkling upher coat, as if water had b
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