Marsena, and Other Stories of the WartimeFrederic, Harold
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Marsena, and Other Stories of the Wartime
Frederic, Harold
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
She had been talking thirteen to the dozen all the time. "Oh, I really
must see everything!" she rattled on now. "If I could be trusted alone
in the dark-room with you, Mr. Pulford, I surely may be allowed to
explore all these minor mysteries. Oh, I see," she added, glancing
round, and incidentally looking quite through Mr. Shull and the boy, as
if they had been transparent: "here's where the frames and the washing
are done. How interesting!"
What really was interesting was the face of Marsena Pulford,
discernible in the shadow over her shoulder. No one in Octavius had
ever seen such a beaming smile on his saturnine countenance before.
II.
Next to the War, the chief topic of interest and conversation in
Octavius at this time was easily Miss Julia Parmalee.
To begin with, her family had for two generations or more been the most
important family in the village. When Lafayette stopped here to receive
an address of welcome, on his tour through the State in 1825, it was a
Parmalee who read that address, and who also, as tradition runs, made
on his own account several remarks to the hero in the French language,
all of which were understood. The elder son of this man has a secure
place in history. He is the Judge Parmalee whose portrait hangs in the
Court House, and whose learned work on "The Treaties of the Tuscarora
Nation," handsomely bound in morocco, used to have a place of honor on
the parlor table of every well-to-do and cultured Octavius home.
This Judge was a banker, too, and did pretty well for himself in a
number of other commercial paths. He it was who built the big Parmalee
house, with a stone wall in front and the great garden and orchard
stretching back to the next street, and the buff-colored statues on
either side of the gravelled walk, where the Second National Dearborn
County Bank now stands. The Judge had no children, and, on his widow's
death, the property went to his much younger brother Charles, who, from
having been as a stripling on some forgotten Governor's staff, bore
through life the title of Colonel in the local speech.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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