- Little Nettie; Or, Home Sunshine by Anna Bartlett Warner, Susan Warner - - Dymocks
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Little Nettie; Or, Home Sunshine by Anna Bartlett Warner, Susan Warner - - Dymocks
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In , W. Seebold left Germany and drifted around America until he fell in love with New Orleans, fighting four years for the Confederacy until taken prisoner. After the war, he became the most prominent art dealer and connoisseur in the South. His home was a cultured salon. Nineteen years her senior, on his deathbed, in , he asked Marie to marry him so she would bear his name. He is better remembered as the chief engineer for Louisiana, a member of the Panama Canal Commision, and the designer who transformed Metairie Racetrack into Metairie Cemetery.
The wedding was set for June , but Jeanne asked for a postponement to concentrate on her studies. Herman agreed, knowing she was frail, making her studies irregular. On the day before the Fourth of July, she was walking with her mother on the fifth floor of the Federal Building in Chicago. She handed the packages she was carrying to her mother, walked to the rail, and jumped. Miss Richardson, it was said, was disappointed in love. She was to have married a New Orleans man last month.
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And Mr. Mathieson stalked out of the house and strode along the road with firm, swift steps, till, past Jackson's, and past the turning, he came to his own door, and carried Nettie upstairs. He never said a word the whole way. Nettie was too muffled up and too feeble to speak; so the first word was when he had come in and sat down in a chair, which he did with Nettie still in his arms.
Mathieson, standing white and silent, waited to see what was the matter; she had no power to ask a question. Her husband unfolded the counterpane that was wrapped round Nettie's head; and there she was, looking very like her usual self, only exceedingly pale. As soon as she caught sight of her mother's face, Nettie would have risen and stood up, but her father's arms held her fast.
It was the first word. Mathieson took her to the bed and laid her gently down, removing the wet counterpane which was round her. Won't you bake the waffles and have supper? I feel nicely now," said Nettie.
Mathieson's strength had well-nigh deserted her; but Nettie's desire was urgent, and seeing that her husband had seated himself by the bed-side, and seemed to have no idea of being anywhere but at home that evening, she at length gathered up her faculties to do what was the best thing to be done, and went about preparing the supper. Nettie's eyes watched her, and Mr.
Mathieson, when he thought himself safe, watched her. He did not look like the same man, so changed and sobered was the expression of his face. Mathieson was devoured by fear, even in observing this; but Nettie was exceedingly happy. She did not feel anything but weakness; and she lay on her pillow watching the waffles baked and sugared, and then watching them eaten, wondering and rejoicing within herself at the way in which her father had been brought to eat his supper there at home after all.
She was the only one that enjoyed anything, though her father and mother ate to please her. Mathieson had asked an account of Nettie's illness, and got a very unsatisfactory one. She had been faint, her husband said; he had found her at Mrs. Auguste's, and brought her home; that was about all. After supper he came and sat by Nettie again, and said she was to sleep there, and he would go up and take Nettie's place in the attic. Nettie in vain said she was well enough to go upstairs; her father cut the question short, and bade Mrs.
Mathieson go up and get anything Nettie wanted. When she had left the room he stooped his head down to Nettie and said low,.
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Nettie started: she thought he would fancy it had it been done, if done at all, when he gave her the push at the frame-house. But she did not, dare not, answer. She said it was only that she had found a little blood on her handkerchief, and supposed she might have cut her lip when she fell on Mrs. Auguste's threshold, when she had fainted.
Nettie obeyed. He looked at it, and looked close at her lips, to find where they might have been wounded; and Nettie was sorry to see how much he felt, for he even looked pale himself as he turned away from her. But he was as gentle and kind as he could be! Nettie had never seen him so; and when he went off up to bed, and Nettie was drawn into her mother's arms to go to sleep, she was very, very happy. But she did not tell her hopes or her joys to her mother; she only told her thanks to the Lord; and that she did till she fell asleep.
The next morning Nettie was well enough to get up and dress herself. That was all she was suffered to do by father or mother.
Mathieson sent Barry for water and wood, and himself looked after the fire while Mrs. Mathieson was busy; all the rest he did was to take Nettie in his arms and sit holding her till breakfast was ready. He did not talk, and he kept Barry quiet: he was like a different man. Nettie, feeling indeed very weak, could only sit with her head on her father's shoulder, and wonder, and think, and repeat quiet prayers in her heart.
She was very pale yet, and it distressed Mr. Mathieson to see that she could not eat. So he laid her on the bed when he was going to his work, and told her she was to stay there and be still, and he would bring her something good when he came home. He was as good as his word, and at night brought home some oysters, to tempt Nettie's appetite; but it was much more to her that he stayed quietly at home, and never made a move towards going out.
Eating was not in Nettie's line just now; the kind little Frenchwoman had been to see her in the course of the day, and brought some delicious rolls and a jug of riz-au-gras , which was what seemed to suit Nettie's appetite best of all.