Scribner's magazine . house, with her marigold and larkspurborder in front, and it may be a clusterof tall sunflowers in the back corner ofthe garden, with a life of hard work,homely fare, and the simplest joys andsorrows, a far more enviable one thanthat of the noblewomen of the mediae-val castles? Less sweet and wholesometoo, by far, was the career which lay be-fore those same noblewomen, than thatwhich offered itself to our stately colo-nial matrons, or that which awaits thosewho now toil at our latter-day tapestry,whether they are women in quiet vil-lage homes or in roomy farm-houses,east
Scribner's magazine . house, with her marigold and larkspurborder in front, and it may be a clusterof tall sunflowers in the back corner ofthe garden, with a life of hard work,homely fare, and the simplest joys andsorrows, a far more enviable one thanthat of the noblewomen of the mediae-val castles? Less sweet and wholesometoo, by far, was the career which lay be-fore those same noblewomen, than thatwhich offered itself to our stately colo-nial matrons, or that which awaits thosewho now toil at our latter-day tapestry,whether they are women in quiet vil-lage homes or in roomy farm-houses,east or west, on valley farms among themountains of Tennessee or North Car-olina, or in Southern mansions, shutaway from the neighborhood of busytowns by long stretches of cypress-swamp or pine-barrens. The tale of Penelopes patient loyaltyto her long-tarrying lord, as she putsoff the clamoring suitors by her vownever to re-marry until the web still inher loom be finished, might be matchedin our unromantic New World by the. Fools Puzzle. Around the World. Chinese Puzzle. Robbing Peter to Pay Paul. 363 3G4: THE TAPESTRY OF THE NEW WORLD time story of many an old patchworkquilt, could the poor bits of printedcotton speak out and recall the storyof some Melinda, Ruth, or Mary Ann,whose deft fingers sewed together theflimsy mosaic. Many a love-dream hasbeen sewed into one of these crude at-tempts at art. Have you not seen amatron gently smooth an old quilt, aswith lowered voice she tells you, Thisis one I quilted the winter before I wasmarried. You may be sure that anychance scrap of chintz, gingham, or cal-ico once gay, now, it may be, faded bytime, wear, and frequent washings, maybring to her mind as many tender mem-ories as are recalled to another by thedried rose, the sprig of forget-me-not,or the true lovers knot put away withtender care in some private drawer. Then, how far back into memory landmay not one be carried by the four-patch or nine-patch quilt, madeby childish fingers j
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