Annie Nelles

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Six months have passed away since the close of the last chapter?six months have rolled into eternity since my father's death, and we are again at our old home near Atlanta. Oh how vividly does everything recall to my mind the dear friend I have lost. Every room in the large, old-fashioned,...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Six months have passed away since the close of the last chapter?six months have rolled into eternity since my father's death, and we are again at our old home near Atlanta. Oh how vividly does everything recall to my mind the dear friend I have lost. Every room in the large, old-fashioned, two-story house recalls to my mind some scene of joy and happiness in which he had participated; the porches which surrounded it on all sides were those in which he used to sit, on summer evenings, while he amused and instructed me with many a quaint, and, to my childish nature, interesting story; even the grove, the flowers and birds, seemed vocal with memories of my lost parent. What wonder that I wept as I reflected that I should never see him more ? For, to my young fancy, it seemed that the entombing of the remains which I had witnessed, was neither more nor less than an eternal separation. I left the house and went to the negro quarters?a row of small, neat, white cabins, which gave the place the appearance of a little village?but even these reminded me of my poor, dear, dead papa, and I turned away and wept in the bitterness of my grief. If it be thought strange that a child of six years of ageshould feel sorrow so acutely, and retain such a vivid recollection of it, it must be borne in mind that the peculiar circumstances of my childhood had given me habits of reflection far beyond my years, and that such reflection had taught me that, with the death of my father, the sunlight of my young life had gone out. When my father's will was published, it was found that he had appointed Captain Lake his executor, and had also nominated him as guardian for the children. He was to have the general superintendence of everything; was to care for the property and see that the child...