Bad Hugh

The storm which visited Kentucky so wrathfully, and was far milder among

the New England hills, and in the vicinity of Snowdon, whither our story

now tends, was scarcely noticed, save as an ordinary winter's storm. As

yet it had been comparatively warmer in New England than in Kentucky;

and Miss Anna Richards, confirmed invalid though she was, had decided

that inasmuch as Terrace Hill mansion now boasted a furnace in the

cellar, it would hardly be necessary to take her usual trip to the

South, so comfortable was she at home, in her accustomed chair, with her

pretty crimson shawl wrapped gracefully around her. Besides that, they

were expecting her Brother John from Paris, where he had been for the

last eighteen months, pursuing his medical profession, and she must be

there to welcome him.

Anna was proud of her young, handsome brother, as were the entire

family, for on him and his success in life all their future hopes were

pending. Aside from being proud, Anna was also very fond of John,

because as all were expected to yield to her wishes, she had never been

crossed by him, and because he was nearer to her own age, and had

evidently preferred her to either of his more stately sisters, Miss

Asenath and Miss Eudora, whose birthdays were very far distant from his.

John had never been very happy at home--never liked Snowdon much, and

hence the efforts they were putting forth to make it attractive to him

after his long absence. He could not help but like home now, the ladies

said to each other, as, a few days before his arrival, they rode from

the village, where they had been shopping, up the winding terraced hill,

admiring the huge stone building embosomed in evergreens, and standing

out so distinctly against the wintry sky.

And indeed Terrace Hill mansion was a very handsome place, exciting the envy and admiration of

the villagers, who, while commenting upon its beauty and its well-kept

grounds, could yet remember a time when it had looked better even than

it did now--when the house was oftener full of city company, of

sportsmen who came up to hunt, and fish, and drink, as it was sometimes

hinted by the servants, of whom there was then a greater number than at

present--when high-born ladies rode up and down in carriages, or dashed

on horseback through the park and off into the leafy woods--when sounds

of festivity were heard in the halls from year's end to year's end, and

the lights in the parlors were rarely extinguished, or the fires on the

hearth put out. All this was during the lifetime of its former owner.