The Home in the Valley

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Title: The Home in the Valley
Author: Emilie F. Carlén
Translator: Elbert Perce
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THE HOME IN THE VALLEY.
By EMILIE F. CARLÉN,

Author of "One Year Of Wedlock," "The Whimsical Woman,"
"Gustavus Lindorm," etc. etc.
From the original Swedish by ELBERT PERCE.
New York Charles Scribner, 145 Nassau-street.
1854.
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1854, by CHARLES
SCRIBNER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United
States for the Southern District of New York.

Tobitt's Combination-Type, 181 William St.

TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
A few years ago, Mrs. Carlén was comparatively unknown to readers in
this country; but the marked success which followed the publication of
"One Year of Wedlock" encouraged the translator in the endeavor to
present that lady's works to the American public.
In her writings Mrs. Carlén exhibits a versatility which may be
considered remarkable. While in one book she revels in descriptions of
home-scenes and characters, in another she presents her readers with
events and incidents that bear a strong resemblance to the startling and
melo-dramatic productions of many of the modern romance writers of
France.
This peculiarity, however, may be accounted for by the fact that she
writes--as she herself confesses--entirely from impulse.
When her mind is clouded by sorrow--and she has been oppressed with
many bitter griefs--she seeks to remove the cause of her despondency
by creating a hero or heroine, afflicted like herself, and following this
individual through a train of circumstances which, she imagines, would

naturally occur during a life of continued gloom and sorrow.
On the other hand, when life appears bright and beautiful to her, then
she tells a tale of joy; a story of domestic life, for where does pure
happiness exist except at the fireside at home?
It must have been during one of these bright intervals of her life that
Mrs. Carlén wrote "The Home in the Valley," for the work is a
continued description of the delights of home, which, although
occasionally obscured by grief, and in some instances, by folly, are
rendered still more precious by their brief absence.
New York, August 15th, 1854.
CHAPTER I.
THE VALLEY.
In one of father La Fontaine's books, may be found a description of a
lovely valley, the residence of a beautiful and modest maiden, and of
the heroine of this Arcadia he writes:
"There stands our heroine, as lovely as the valley, her home, and as
virtuous and good as her mother, who has devoted a lifetime to the
education of her daughter."
But with the history of this maiden he weaves the workings of an evil
genius, which in the end is triumphant; for even the pure are
contaminated after they arrive at that period when they consider that
vice has its virtues.
Our story is located near the beautiful Lake Wenner, in a valley which
much resembles that described by La Fontaine. As we enter this valley,
the first object that meets our view is a small red-colored cottage. A
vine twines itself gracefully over one of the windows, the glass panes
of which glisten through the green leaves, which slightly parted,
disclose the sober visage of an ancient black cat, that is demurely
looking forth upon the door yard. She has chosen a sunny spot on the

window sill, for the cheering beams of the sun are as grateful to a cat,
as is the genial warmth of the stove to an old man, when winter has
resumed his sway upon earth. If we should enter the cottage, we would
in all probability find the proprietor of the little estate seated in his old
arm-chair, while his daughter-in-law--but more of this anon.
From the cottage the ground descended in a slight slope, which
terminated in a white sandy beach at the margin of the lake. Near the
beach were fastened the small skiffs, which swayed to and fro amongst
the rushes, where the children delighted to sail their miniature ships.
From the rear of the house the little valley extended itself in undulating