New England's Lonely Cabins
One house, bigger, barer and uglier thau tho otbers, was tho voluntary prison of au olfl womail, who for five years had pot allowed a human being to cross ! tho threshold. JÑobody thought her conduct ocid or remarkable. 1 saw her oiice at the gato, and she poured ont a flood of meaningleas babblu in delight at the i pOBSession of alistener. Her wordswere j inartionlate, just as sour beer runs, I uboking itself, escaping from au 1 ed cask. "l'vo Been youpassin befora There's nobody ever passes bot Len Alóles goin to nis lobster pols twicet a week. I locked mydoorssix yearagoconie July. The fóíks trainped on my kitchen floor, and I üau't uurnbitbotonoe a day. The year öicia ;h;.t 1 speut at my merried ii,;V ir'sou tho capo. Sbe didu't charge uotiiiu for i.-.y keep. To bu surc, 1 chorcd rünuil au knitted reg'lar But I took ie kind m 'Liza, not chargin nothin. No board al! winter. " "Do cLildrflu here nsnally charge their ïuothcrs for board?" I asked. "No, " with ascared look; "they send them to the hoase. " "Yon raust bu louely. " ".Me.' No. i've got my eleanin to do.' An Len Molos goes by reg'lar. " In the old days solitude, fasting and praying for five years no doubt brenght many a hernait very near to God or the devil, but a solitnde of five years of scrubbiiiK and watchina for Len Moles 1
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