Produced by James Adcock. Special thanks to The Internet Archive: American Libraries. Books by Sarah Orne Jewett STORIES AND TALES. 7 vols. Illustrated. THE LETTERS OF SARAH ORNE JEWETT. Illustrated. THE TORY LOVER. Illustrated. THE QUEEN'S TWIN AND OTHER STORIES. THE COUNTRY OF THE POINTED FIRS. DEEPHAVEN. _Holiday Edition._ With 52 illustrations. Attractively bound. OLD FRIENDS AND NEW. COUNTRY BY-WAYS. THE MATE OF THE DAYLIGHT, AND FRIENDS ASHORE. A COUNTRY DOCTOR. A Novel. A MARSH ISLAND. A Novel. A WHITE HERON AND OTHER STORIES. THE KING OF FOLLY ISLAND, AND OTHER PEOPLE. STRANGERS AND WAYFARERS. A NATIVE OF WINBY, AND OTHER TALES. THE LIFE OF NANCY. TALES OF NEW ENGLAND. The Same. In Riverside Aldine Series In Riverside School Library. PLAY-DAYS. Stories for Girls. BETTY LEICESTER. A Story for Girls. BETTY LEICESTER'S CHRISTMAS. Illustrated. HOUGHTON MIFFLIN AND COMPANY, Boston and New York OLD FRIENDS AND NEW BY SARAH O. JEWETT BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge COPYRIGHT 1879 BY HOUGHTON, OSGOOD AND COMPANY COPYRIGHT 1907 BY SARAH ORNE JEWETT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED OLD FRIENDS AND NEW CONTENTS. ------ A LOST LOVER A SORROWFUL GUEST A LATE SUPPER MR. BRUCE MISS SYDNEY'S FLOWERS LADY FERRY A BIT OF SHORE LIFE ------ A LOST LOVER. For a great many years it had been understood in Longfield that Miss Horatia Dane once had a lover, and that he had been lost at sea. By little and little, in one way and another, her acquaintances had found out or made up the whole story; and Miss Dane stood in the position, not of an unmarried woman exactly, but rather of having spent most of her life in a long and lonely widowhood. She looked like a person with a history, strangers often said (as if we each did not have a history); and her own unbroken reserve about this romance of hers gave everybody the more respect for it. The Longfield people paid willing deference to Miss Dane: her family had always been one that could be liked and respected, and she was the last that was left in the old home of which she was so fond. This was a high, square house, with a row of pointed windows in its roof, a peaked porch in front, with some lilac-bushes around it; and down by the road was a long, orderly procession of poplars, like a row of sentinels standing guard. She had lived here alone since her father's death, twenty years before. She was a kind, just woman, whose pleasures were of a stately and sober sort; and she seemed not unhappy in her loneliness, though she sometimes said gravely that she was the last of her family, as if the fact had a great sadness for her.