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E. ELTINGE HOSIER.




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Copyright, 1889.
By E. ELTINGE HOSIER.



PREFACE.



One day in the Fall of 1876, while thinking of my heroine, I concluded
to write a story that would not only be interesting, but ennobling to the
young misses growing up around me. While glancing over books then
published, I thought them too mature, otherwise not exactly suited for
girls entering, or in their teens. When finished it WTS perfectly satisfac-
tory to myself, but I preferred to have some one el- pa ;; judgment upon
i h , so concluded to await the result. Having receive j a favorable report
from the critics of Appleton, Scribner, and Collier, I concluded to place
it before the public, that it may reach those for whom it is especially
designed.

I have taken much pleasure and pains in its preparation. And if it
accomplishes the purpose I anticipate, I shall be more than satisfied.
Hoping and trusting such will be the result, I will nov sign myself your

very true friend, E. E. H

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THESE PENNED REPORTS I',Y CRITICS WERE KINDLY
PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR.

This is a holiday child's book. It is written in a very homely, but
appropriate style, and recounts the youthful experiences of Gnitle, an
amiable young lady, full of fun and innocent mischief, to the time of her
marriage. At first she assists her mother in '.caching, and she is quite
a model teacher. She lives with her mother and grandmother ; and their
pleasant home makes a pretty picture in the story. (Jnitle's first grief
is when her mother thinks of marrying again, and this is told in a way to
please children, especially girls. The marriage comes off at last, and
Gnitle becomes more reconciled to the new state of things. There is not
much of what wou'd be called a plot, but the number of characters is
considerable, and we have Christmas festivit es. birthdays, and weddings,
besides some grave occurrences, to occupy the attention of the ''uvenile
render. The tone throughout is wholesome and cheerful. The lessons
offa.nily affection, respect, and proper discipline, are taught by inference
rather than by sermonizing, so that the book is not made dull by injudi-
cious preaching. The book then is one to entertain little girls. It is not
so well adapted to boys. It seems fairly to carry out the purpose of the
writer. The success of the little work depends upon the present state
of the market for juveniles. Appletoris.

Plot and moral excellent, and well written. It is a story for misses in
their teens, and older ones can read it with profit. Scribner s.

My critic reports very favorably. Collier.



CONTENTS.

CHAP.
I. The Sleigh-Ride.

II. The Factory and Swing.
III. The Accusation.
IV. Confession and Forgiveness. Poetry. To Grandma.

V. Gnitle's Departure and Consoling Words to Grandma.

VI. Gnitle's Return Home and Her Debut as a Teacher. Impres-
sion made on the Scholars. Mr. W 's Call, etc.

VII. Making Christinas Presents. Christmas Spent at Mr.W 's.

Gnitle Goes Over to Hear Mr. W Preach.

VIII. Mr. Bonbeaw's Visit and Departure. The Two Pearls. Mr.

W 's Proposal. The Answer. The Sheigh-Ride. Grace

and Julia's Return. Grace's Letter to her Mother.

IX. - Gnitle's Mother Resigns her Situation as a Teacher. The Effect
on Gnitle and the Scholars. The Wedding, etc. Grandma's
Death and Will. Grace's Marriage, etc.

X. Gnitle and Julia Studying and '1 rying Hard for the Excelsior
Medal. Grace's Letter to Gnitle. Sickness and Death in Mr.

W 's Family. Gnitle and her Mother come to the City.

Gnitle a Teacher Once More. The Death of Gnitle's Mother.
Poetry Written while Seated by her Mother's Grave. Gnitle
Boards with Mrs. Duval. Asks Mrs. Duval to let her Daugh-
ter Travel with Herself and Brother. Grace's Letter and
Present to Gnitle and Brother.

XI. The Journey and Surprise after Returning Home. The Lawyer
and the Sweet Voice. Reality : an Affecting Scene. Gnitlu
Retires and Kneels in Prayer. Gnitle's Marriage. The
Third and Last Surprise. Poetry : "Water It Shall Be";
"Me Too."



CHAPTER I.



was the youngest of three children. Hei
mother was a widow living in an old-fashioned house
with her mother.

Gnitle soon became a great favorite of her grandma. I
rather think she saw herself reflected occasionally, for the
child looked as much like her as possible.

There were the same brown, expressive eyes, Roman
nose, a finely chiseled mouth, forehead medium of a Gre-
cian cast, dark brown hair, which was put in papers once or
twice a week, as curls seemed necessary to complete and
blend with her style of beauty.

Now, I have given you as short an introduction to my
little favorite as possible, knowing little folks don't like to
be kept in suspense. The only reason I write of her is to
show how uncommon she was.

Gnitle's mother had received a State certificate which
was a great honor ; for not one in a hundred received one.
The village school was taught by her and the eldest daugh-
ter. Of course, there must be no partiality shown to Gnitle,
so this mischievous little minx was called out and sent back
with a reprimand very often.

Gnitle's brother, who had always remained with his
grandma and aunt on his father's side, was now brought
home to dwell with them, in order to give him a thorough



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Knglish education. Being the only boy, he was indeed his
mother's joy ! And what happiness it gave her to find him
studious and attentive.

At first he was a little wayward ; but his mother's decis-
ion and his own good judgment soon overcame all that.

Evenings when other boys were playing and shouting
outside, he was reading the history of some great general,
perfectly oblivious to any noise outside or in. At the age
of twelve his mother considered him a thorough English
scholar, and asked him to choose some profession. He
chose a mercantile life, and thus far it has been a success-
ful one.

He was always fond of Gnitle ; when she would tease
him, instead of getting angry, he would act so manly and
pleasant toward her, that she began to think him something
more than ordinary. So a word or look from him was
enough ; and to this day she holds him in reverence.

As he is connected with it. I will tell you about a little
sleigh ride :

"This ride was talked over for more than a week by the
boys and girls at school. Each boy of course, had a sleigh,
and every boy had a sister or cousin whom they were
expected to take.

' Saturday came. We were to meet on a road where
there was but little travel, so we were all there punctually
at ten o'clock, with mittens, furs, and everything to make
us comfortable. Soon the line was formed, and fifty little
sleighs, drawn by fifty little rosy-cheeked boys, went glid-
ing over the hard snow.

" Such a jolly time ! Boys shouting ' You take my sister,
and I'll take yours' ! And then a little turn at snow-ball-



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ing, then on again over the bright snow. Just then they
came to a bend in the road, and a loose horse came bound-
ing past them. Gnitle and her brother were the last of
this long line. The box on the sleigh that held Gnitle
became loose, and over she went, box and all, in the snow.
Her brother did not miss her immediately, they were going
at such speed.

" On looking back to see what became of the horse,
he beheld Gnitle trying to get out of the box. When she
found the horse was far out of sight, her eyes began to
sparkle, her cheeks wore a dimple as she thought how
funny it would be to have them miss her. Soon her little
laughing face was at the end of the line again, and all went
merrily along, for it was almost twelve, the time each one
was expecting a good dinner spread out for them at home.

"As soon as the little procession was seen comin; up the
hill, all the neighbors assembled at that end of the village
to see them enter, exclaiming 'What a pretty sight, and
how happy they all look ' ! They were indeed both happy
and hungry.

" It was a day never to be forgotten. For some of that
little party it is a bright oasis yet. So think Gnitle and
her brother."



CHAPTER II.



A S yet I have shown you nothing uncommon in Gnitle's

character. She was very lenient toward schoolmates.

For instance, if she was approached by a little girl in this

manner " Don't you think so and so (mentioning the

name) is very selfish " ?

" I never found her so, if you have ; perhaps she had
given all away she could spare."

One time I said to her " Don't tell Fanny O - any of
your secrets."

" O, I don't have any," said she ; " for if a thing is hard
to keep myself, I surely don't wish to burden my school-
mates with it."

If a schoolmate told her any thing in confidence, it was
to her a sealed book. She was very frank ; if you dis-
pleased her, she would ask you for a reason and tell you
her mind freely. The consequence was, the girls and boys
all had a high opinion of Gnitle.

There was one little girl in the school she loved with
her whole heart, and I can assure you she was one capable
of loving a great deal.

The two were inseparable. If one was called out, the
other was sure to follow ; for Gnitle only had to catch
Adel's eye to make her giggle, while Gnitle would be look-
ing the picture of innocence. She would be sent quietly



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to her seat, and Adel would be called to occupy the old
splint-bottomed chair. Hand in hand they walked to and
from school, or roamed through the orchards in search of
Johny-apples, bow-apples, and a great many other kinds.
The orchard was owned by Adel's father, and was a great
resort for children. There was a large leather factory near
it, and that was owned by him too. A cousin of Gnitle's
was general overseer, so they felt privileged to hop about
the factory too.

One day they were greatly amused. Gnitle's cousin, a
black eyed little fellow, put a little playmate in an empty
vat, and every few minutes he would lift the cover and say
" Nick, can you beeze " ? Voice within would drawl out
" Yes " ! then down went the cover. This was repeated a
number of times ; but when his turn came to get in, away
he scampered over the bridge toward home.

How many people, as well as children, like a joke at
other's expense !

There were a great many hands employed in this factory ;
so Adel's father kept a store in order to supply these fami-
lies with everything needful, even to wearing apparel.
Beside he had a large store elsewhere, so he was obliged to
be away from home very often.

Adel's mother died when Nenie was a baby, and a well-
educated lady took charge of the children, six in number.
The three eldest were boys and the other three girls.

Soon her father brought home a young wife from the
city. She was pretty, and fond of riding horseback, and
had little else to do, as she had her mother with her, and
plenty of help.

"She is very strict," Del would say, "but very good."



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The eldest daughter was sent away to a seminar)'. Adel
and Nenie were instructed by Gnitle's mother. The boys
had finished their education the eldest and youngest
attending the store. The other looking to the weighing of
hides, bark, and other matters generally.

Every thing seemed to be in a flourishing condition, till
' ne bright moonlight night, we were aroused from sleep to
behold the factory all in flames. I never shall forget the
bright moon looking down, and the flames rising as if in
mockery. The next morning there were only a few loads
of bark remaining, and fifty or more poor families without
employment. Another was built with as little delay as pos-
sible, and the poorer hands were allowed to run an account
at the store till work was furnished them.

The store was next door to Gnitle's, so many a good
thing Adel and she received from the eldest son. They
would fill their little pockets and sit in Adel's yard, under
the big weeping willows, eating and laughing, and watch
the little row boats go up and down the big pond, out in
the channel, sometimes seated in the large swing fastened
on the willows, which they would push back and forth with
their little feet to the top of the hill, then away they swung
far over the water.

This was great fun. When tired of this they would slip
in the cellar kitchen and get in the good graces of the col-
ored cook, Deaun. When she began to laugh, so Del could
see her big white teeth, she felt her way was clear for mak-
ing molasses candy.

Deaun was a good old soul, and did not forget that she
had once been a little girl herself, so made it pleasant for
them when she was not too busy. Poor old Deaun used to



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priv " \Ve are all born, but we are not buried," meaning we
Lai) nut tell what will befall us a very true saying ; but, my
young readers, remember

"Providence wisely has mingled the cup,

And the best council in all your distress
Is the stout watchword of ' Never give up.' "



CHAPTER III.



ANE day Gnitle's mother was visiting a friend, so Cnitle
and her sister feeling somewhat lonesome, ran over to
Del's. Her mother happened to be in the kitchen ; Gnitle
ran up to her as usual, expecting a kiss, but instead, she
looked at her angrily, and said sternly " Gnitle, did you
say the reason Laura is kept at boarding school is because
I am so unkind to her " ?

Gnitle, with a proud and injured look, said " I have
said nothing of the kind ; for I never knew it to say, so
how could I say it " ?

Her sister commenced to question her. Gnitle simply
answered " I have given my word, isn't that enough " ?
Then without saying more, started home, forcing back the
tears.

She of course told her dear grandma, who did not doubt
her innocense, and felt very sorry to see her little pet so
worried.

When her mother reached home, and heard what had
happened, she went over to see Del's mother, and asked
her of whom she received such information. She did not
wish to tell, but finally said " Del told her."

Gnitle was more surprised and grieved than ever to
think Del, whom she had always loved, would tell any
little privacy they may have had between them, when it



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would be the means of separating them ; but she said,
finally, " I know I never said it. Now, mama, don't you
believe me " ?

" Yes, I do believe you told the truth ; but Gnitle, I
want you to pray to your heavenly leather, and ask Him
to remind you if you have said it."

None of her family doubted her, still they were anxious
to have the mystery cleared up.

The Summer days seemed long to poor Gnitle, for she
missed her old playmate more than she was willing to
admit, for her proud and sensitive nature had been deeply
wounded.

Her grandma would often say " Gnitle, what are you
thinking about " ?

" Well, grandma, I was just trying to think whether I
had ever said it."

" You are not worrying over that yet, I hope ! " for she
felt it was burdensome to Gnitle ; and so it was a heavy
burden for her so sensitive.

Night after night she would lie awake, trying to refresh
her memory. During one of these sleepless nights she
composed a short poem. As she was not e years old, I
will pen it :

"When ills beset our earthly course,
O then 'tis sweet to have recourse
To One we know will not withhold
One blessing, but them manifold
Will ever send to cheer our way,
Until we're called to join the lay
Of those who sing from day to day."
Fearing she would not remember, she arose cautiously so
as not to awaken her mother ; but when she had finished



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\vriting, and was folding the paper, her mother awoke and
said " Why Gnitle, what are you doing up in the cold " ?

She answered " I thought of something, and was just
writing a little."

Her mother did not question her further, so she soon
fell asleep. Again before daylight she awoke suddenly,
and finding sleep impossible, sat up in bed, but tried not
to disturb her mother till morning. But everything came
so fresh to her mind, she felt too happy to wait.

Her mother was awake, and knew what her little daugh-
ter was thinking of, but kept quiet till Gnitle pushed her,
and said " Mama, if I tell you something, will you promise
not to mention it " ?

" Yes, if it is a secret I should keep."

After hesitating a moment, she said " Mama, I think
Del told me that one day when we were sitting on the old
splint-bottomed chair. When she told me anything, and
said ' now don't tell,' I always tried to forget it."

"Well," said her mother, smiling, "I think you suc-
ceeded pretty well " !

"Well, Gnitle added, "If she did tell me, she has
thought I might speak of it, so it would reach her mother,
and that she would be punished for saying so. I feel
sorry for Del : tor I believe she has suffered more than I
have. I've kept it so long, and will never tell what I think
till she confesses ; so mama, don't say anything about it."

Her mother promised she would not, so there the matter
rested.

It was now the last of Autumn, and they had not played
together since early in the Spring ; they had spoken to
each other pleasantly, but nothing more. Gnitle pitied



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Del, and spoke more kindly to her than ever when they
chanced to meet, for she did not think Del meant to make
trouble, but took this way of shielding herself. What a
lenient nature ! What a noble little creature to suffer so,
and still bury it, and wait patiently to be exonerated !
And all for what. Trying to keep or forget another's
cret.



CHAPTER IV.



YyiNTER came ; Del and Gnitle were taken ill with in-
flamatory fever ; both were attended by the same
physician, so they were able to hear from each other every
day. That seemed to render great consolation to both.
After weeks of sickness, Del began to improve slightly,
while poor Gnitle remained delirious, and required the at-
tention of her grandma and mother. The eldest daughter,
meanwhile, took charge of the school, as she was capable
to manage it. What a comfort that was to her widowed
mother. When the little sufferer was herself again, she
would say " O, mama, I am so tired. I have been flying,
and my body was so heavy ! Don't let me sleep again ;
try and keep me awake. Talk to me ; tell me about Del ;
is she better "?

" Yes, and wants to see you."

This pleased her. Smiling sweetly, she would fall
asleep, but only to awake from a delirious state again,
and say " I'm so tired " !

VV'hcn these symptoms appeared, doctors then bled their
patients. While the doctor opened the vein in Gnitle's
;irm, she was singing "Glory Hallelujah," words in a
favorite hymn of hcr's.

\V hen she came to herself, and found her arm band-
ii^fl, they told her why it was done, and what she



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had been singing the while, over which she laughed
heartily.

Del was now able to walk out in the yard. One day
she chanced to hear that Gnitle was not expected to live
the night through, and then it was her conscience smote
her. Consequently, she asked her nurse to wrap her up,
and take her to the lower part of the garden. When they
reached this part of it, she burst forth into tears, and said
" Do you think Gnitle will die " ?

The nurse fearing to tell her, said " O, I believe the
doctor still has hopes of her getting better."

"O, if I could only see her ! Go into the house and tell
mother for me, Gnitle did not tell me that. It was I who
told her one day when we were sitting on the old chair in
the school room."

The nurse returned to the house without her, and told
her mother all, and likewise how excited she seemed.

" Tell her I was greatly surprised, but only too glad to
know the truth of the matter ; " but, she added, " I am so
sorry that poor little Gnitle has been burdened with it so
long. But Del is too weak to be excited, and she has suf-
fered too much I fear already, so you may say I am
pleased to know the truth, and that I shall immediately go
over and tell Gnitle's mother all concerning it ; so when
Gnitle is again conscious, she may break it to her gently,
and when she is able to sit up, I will then take Del over
that she may ask Gnitle's forgiveness."

The nurse delivered the message, and Del's mother went
over only to find Gnitle still unconscious, and after making
known her errand, left feeling very, very sad.

Del, quite the contrary, was all animation, and wanted



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to go directly over. Her mother told her it would not c!o
to excite Gnitle ; that she might be obliged to wait a
lu.mler of weeks.

The morning dawned and found her somewhat better.
Del seemed delighted, and longed for the time when she
would hear of her sitting up

Many weeks passed before she was even able to sit up
in bed ; but one bright day she seemed stronger than
usual, and spoke of Del. Her mother then said " Del is
coming over when you are able to sit up, to ask your for-
giveness " !

" Then she has confessed ! O, I am o glad ! Tell her
I forgive her, and shall be only too delighted to see her."

From that day she seemed more cheerful, but gained
strength slowly. Her faithful grandma, who had noted
every change, was rejoicing over each day's improvement,
and would sit and tell her stories by the hour. And now
as grandma was to have full charge of her during school
hours once more, she sought to find whatever would please
her most ; so to be left with indulgent grandma, greatly
pleased Gnitle.

The first day that she sat up in a chair over came Del
and her mother. Del ran over to Gnitle, and kissed her,
for she knew that she was already forgiven ; but Del's
mother said " As you have caused Gnitle so much anxiety,
and may have been the cause of much of her sickness, it is
but right that you go and get down on your knees before
her, to show you are truly penitent."

Gladly and humbly she knelt before the one she had
wronged, and in a tone of penitence asked to be forgiven ;
and 'twas a lovely sight to see them join hands in token of



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friendship once more, their faces beaming with happiness.
And too, there were other bright faces in that room I can
assure you. But thinking they would enjoy being left
to each other for a short time, all withdrew, and entered
into a sprightly conversation in an adjoining room, till Del
was ready to leave ; then shaking Gnitle's hand, promised
to come every day, till she would be able to walk over to
see her.

Del was more than true to her promise, as she was over
two and three times some days, bringing some delicacy,
thinking to tempt Gnitle's appetite. And not a day did
she let pass without going to read to Gni'de, and to talk
over the pleasant times they would have in the Spring.
Who does not look anxiously forward for its joyous return,
especially one who has been confined to her room all the
Winter? Was it any wonder they talked of row-boats,
orchards, swings, etc., and really longed to go hand in hand
once more? Each day found them firmer friends than
ever ; and to this day the unpleasant subject has never
been alluded to. All through life they have been brought
in contact with each other more or less, and have proved
the firmest of friends, and will probably remain so till the
end.

That was true forgiveness. That is the way our heavenly
Father forgives us when we are truly penitent. He blots
everything out, and loves us more and more.

But my little friends, 'tis best to have no secrets to tell,
and if you have, don't burden any one with them, for all
little girls will not try as Gnitle did to forget them. Very
few possess a nature like hers so sensitive, loving and
self sacrificing.



Do you think among your circle of friends there is one
who would shield you as Gnitle did Del ? Can you think
of one that would lie awake night after night, trying to
recall the past ? Just think of that dear little creature get-
ting out of bed at midnight to write poetry ! How plainly
those lines show she had teen appealing to her Saviour, and
had found consolation. The waking up before morning,
and the truth flashing across her mind, is proof her prayers
were answered.

You will probably think, and perhaps say that her
poem does not sound like a child's ; nevertheless, I can
assure you it was written by Gnitle at midnight, and at
the tender age mentioned in the previous chapter. And
to convince you more fully that she was a little poetess,
I'll give you a poem written by her after the death of her
grandma, Gnitle being then about thirteen years old.

After reading the poem, I trust you will read her history
with more interest than ever, and conclude poets ai'e born,
and that education only lends a charm to their inspira-


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