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Josselyn's Wife
Author: Kathleen Norris

JOSSEEYNS WIFE - 1918, -- CHAPTER I - LATIMER reached the big station just before the rain began to fall, and whisked into its gloomy depths with a smile of triumph on her pretty gipsy face. Her suit had just been pressed, and her hat was new it would have-been a calamity to have them get wet. Aunt Elsie had cautioned her to carry her umbrel... more »la that morning, and Ellen had merely shaken her head the November sky was dark and low, it was true, but they were reaching the season now when they might look for snow, not rain. However, now it was raining, and she had escaped it undeservedIy. Ellen followed the line of hurrying Long Island commuters down the long arcade, her own feet adding to the unceasing crisp and shuffle of a thousand other feet. She went past the paper stand, where laden men were slapping down pennies and rushing on with hardly a perceptible pause, and where young boys and girls were buying packages of gum and chocolates, and where all the pretty girls in the world were smiling from the brilliant covers of magazines girls peeling pumpkins, in demure kitchen ginghams, and girls furred to the eyes, going to football games with pennants over their shoulders, for Thanksgiving was close at hand. And she went past the clock that was watched by so many patient and eager eyes, and the empty bootblack stand where a tired woman had established herself and her babies, and so came to the special gate among a dozen gates where a red boxed sign showed the words Express Port Washington 522. Already a hundred tired men and women, in sober wet-weather clothing, were pressed against this gate, and Ellen pressed with them. She had spent the morning, as usual, at the Art Students League, but she had deliberately loitered about the city, all the afternoon, in the hope that Ellis Thorpe would join her on this train. Ellens destination was Port Wash- ington, a quiet old village at the terminus of the line, but Ellis lived at Douglaston, which was a fashionable modern colony, four miles nearer New York. Ellen did not know him well they had been intro- duced in the train, and never mei elsewhere. Ellis was only nineteen, still in High School, and the girl was more than three years older. But, for want of more appropriate admiration, she enjoyed his, and she made room for him beside her in the seat to-night with a welcoming smile. He was a handsome boy, with rain on his thick, rough suit, and on his absurd yellow oxfords, and on his pale gray felt hat. Ellen thought him marvellously well- dressed, an opinion the youth innocently shared. She knew only a few men, and she was at an age that hungers for their company. They talked only of themselves as the train tore on its noisy way. Ellen talked of her days experiences at the Art League, and her starry beauty, and the flash of her blue eyes, under the new, fur-trimmed hat, and the infectious gaiety of her laugh, lent the dull subject a sudden charm. Young Thorpe was personal in his replies his was the type that renders person- alities inoffensive, and Ellen flushed with amusement and pleasure, and turned from his merciless stare to smile at her own reflection in the dark car window. It was a lovely reflection. The laughing eyes were a deep Irish blue, with soft shadows and long sooty lashes accentuating their essential innocence...

ISBN-13: 9781408606964
ISBN-10: 1408606968
Publication Date: 10/26/2007
Pages: 320
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Publisher: Luce Press
Book Type: Paperback
Other Versions: Hardcover
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