She hid from her lord in the old oak chest;
It closed with a spring, and her bridal bloom
Lay withering there in a living tomb.
Oh, the mistletoe bough!
Oh, the mistletoe bough!”
But I don’t have any idee that it wuz the mistletoe that caused the trouble. I spoze that it would have been jest the same if it had been red cedar hung up there, or dog-wood.
It wuz more likely a lack of common sense and lookin’ ahead. Genevra ort to tried the lock and see how tight the led shet down, and had a little forethought afore she got into it.
But poor, young creeter! I don’t spoze she thought of anything, only jest her light-hearted happiness and gayety, and wuz carried away by the thought of foolin’ Lovell a little and havin’ a good time.
Poor, pretty young thing, how she must have felt when the realizin’ sense come to her that she wuz trapped in a death-trap, and should never see the light of day agin, and, what wuz worse, should never see the light of love a-shinin’ in her Lovell’s eyes!
Oh, dear me! I wiped my eyes as this heart-searchin’ thought come to me—what if it had been my Tirzah Ann. And I couldn’t help thinkin’ that it would be jest like Tirzah to be ketched in that way. Maggie, my son’s wife, would have looked at the ketch before she let the led down, and she’d never wrinkled up a long white dress in that contracted place.