Gentle Hand

Peu de temps après avoir fini mon souper, un voisin est entré et ce ne fut pas long

When and where, it matters not now to relate--but once upon a time as I was passing through a thinly peopled district of country, night came down upon me almost unawares. Being on foot, I could not hope to gain the village toward which my steps were directed, until a late hour; and I therefore preferred seeking shelter and a night's lodging at the first humble dwelling that presented itself.

Dusky twilight was giving place to deeper shadows, when I found myself in the vicinity of a dwelling, from the small unmaintained windows of which the light shone with a pleasant promise of good cheer and comfort. The house stood within an enclosure, and a short distance from the road along which I was moving with wearied feet. Turning aside, and passing through an ill-hung gate, I approached the dwelling. Slowly the gate swung on its wooden hinges, and the rattle of its latch in closing, did not disturb the air until I had nearly reached the little porch in front of the house in which a slender girl who had noticed my entrance stood awaiting my arrival.