In Fear

Enoch Arden, after an absence of forty years, approached his humble cottage from the rear, but the most casual observer could not fail to nofastened with shingle nails and tha there was a dearth of woman's care throughout hig make up. "Ah!" he sighed as he faltered on the back door step. He raised his hand as if to knock, hesitated, covered his face and shrank away. "I dare not!" he exclaimed. He had suddenly reflected that he had forgotten to buy saleratus, as she directed upon the occasion of his departure long ago. After he had gone the gibbous moon rose grandly above the tree tops lust as if nothinff had hannened.