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"Yes. If it is what I think, we may be doomed," went on the eldest
Rover seriously."Dick! What do you think it is?""The crackling of flames. They have set the ranch on fire.""Would they do that--and leave us here? It is--is inhuman.""Those men are desperate characters, Tom, and they'd stop at nothing."They continued to... |
The matter was discussed hurriedly, and it was decided that Fred
should carry the message, and it was written on a slip of paper which
the boy tucked away in an inside pocket. Then off he and the old man
started for town, both on horseback."The gang at the ranch is a desperate one," said the government
official when th... |
"There is but one thing to do, Tom: follow them. As soon as they
locate, we can go back for help. They can't travel more than twenty-four
hours without stopping, and I believe they'll go into hiding as soon
as it is daylight."With care, they advanced on the trail of those ahead. This was a
rather difficult task, for th... |
"You must follow that fellow who got away, and at once," said Dick
to James Monday, and then he told of what had happened during the
night and of where Sack Todd and his confederates were located.Leaving his tired horse behind him, the eldest Rover mounted the
animal Watermelon Pete had been riding, and the whole party... |
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(This file was produced from images generously made
available by Cornell University Digital Collections.)The American MissionaryJULY, 1894.VOL. XLVIII.
NO. 7.* * * * *CONTENTSED... |
The origin of Hampton Institute was in that first freedmen's school at
Fortress Monroe, enlarged year by year, and at length falling under
the sagacious eye of Gen. Armstrong, it opened to him in almost
prophetic vision what his great genius and untiring industry brought
to full consummation. Nor did the American Missi... |
While, owing to hard times, the enrollment at Tougaloo this year, 362,
was less than that of the two previous years, the average attendance
has been better than before, larger numbers having continued until the
close. The year has been marked by specialty good work on the
students' part, only one having failed of promo... |
The Ballard Normal School, located at Macon, Ga., has closed with
flattering success in all departments. The work in all the grades
reflects much credit on the teachers, but no work is more marked than
that of the industrial department. The display was much more imposing
than was thought possible, the work having been ... |
Commencement exercises began Sunday evening with the baccalaureate
sermon preached by our pastor, Rev. C. F. Sargent. It was listened to
by a full house, composed of the best people among the colored race of
the city. Tuesday at 8 P.M. the school marched to the school-building
to find it already crowded to its utmost c... |
There is in the above the true idea, however strangely it is phrased;
but the words of our pupils sometimes need translating, and they
continually interest even a teacher of long-standing among them. Only
recently the writer has come upon these expressions: "He called me
out of my name," meaning that the objector had b... |
It is an institution of the American Missionary Association
(Congregational), and is equal to many of our lesser colleges.
Mathematics is carried through trigonometry and surveying. Latin and
music are taught, also, as well as the ordinary studies of the common
and high schools. Above one hundred and fifty pupils, from... |
_Dear Dr. Pond:_--I have been very busy this week hunting a mission
house. Mr. Cruzan has been very kind, and has not only advised me, but
has taken me in his carriage all over town, looking for a
mission-room. We have finally settled on a cottage about a block from
where the mission formerly stood. Mr. Birkensees has ... |
WOMAN'S HOME MISSIONARY UNION.
President--Mrs. J. G. W. Cowles, 417 Sibley St., Cleveland.
Secretary--Mrs. Flora K. Regal, Oberlin.
Treasurer--Mrs. G. B. Brown, 2116 Warren St., Toledo.INDIANA.WOMAN'S HOME MISSIONARY UNION.
President--Mrs. W. A. Bell, 221 Christian Ave, Indianapolis.
Secretary--Mrs. W. E. Mos... |
WOMAN'S HOME MISSIONARY UNION.
President--Mrs. Emma Cash, 1710 Temple St., Los Angeles.
Secretary--Mrs. H. K. W. Bent, Box 443, Pasadena.
Treasurer--Mrs. Mary M. Smith, Public Library, Riverside.FOOTNOTE:[A] For the purpose of exact information, we note that while
the W. H. M. A. appears in this list as a State b... |
Woman's Home Missionary Union of Vt., by Mrs. Wm. P.
Fairbanks, Treas., _for Woman's Work_:
Barnet. Junior C. E., _for Indian Sch'p_ 1.25
Barton. Mission Circle, 8.66; Junior C. E.,
5, _for Indian Sch'p_ 13.66
Bellows Falls. Junior C. E., _for Indian
... |
S.,
_for Student Aid, Talladega C._ 10.00
Hyde Park.Cong.Ch.20.00
Ipswich."Lend-a-Hand Soc." First Cong.Ch.3.00
Leominster.Mrs.W.M.Howland, 50;
F.J.Lathrop, 51, _for Building, Cumberland Gap, Tenn._ 101.00
Linden."Mrs.S.A.D." ... |
Ansonia. V. Munger 10.00
Bozrah. Charles Baldwin, 10; Simeon Abell, 2nd, 3 13.00
Bridgeport. Jun. Endeavor Band of North Church 3.25
Bridgeport. Junior Endeavorers of North Ch., by Miss Edith
B. Palmer, 35 Testaments, _for Hillsbo... |
Albany. Mrs. T. C. Cooper, _for Cappahosic, Va._ 1.00
Brooklyn. Joseph Keasbey Brick, deceased, by his widow,
Mrs. Julia E. Brick, _for the Joseph E. Brick
Agricultural and Industrial School, Edgecomb Co.,
N. C._ 5,000.00
Brooklyn. Plym... |
Akron. First Cong. Ch. 95.28
Brecksville. First Cong. Ch. 9.30
Brooklyn Village. Cong. Ch. 12.45
Chillicothe. Plym. Ch., 1.07; Sab. Sch., 1.55; Junior
Soc., 13 cts. ... |
Illinois Woman's Home Missionary Union, _for Woman's Work_:
Atkinson. W. M. S. 20.00
Batavia. W. M. S. 5.00
Chicago. Englewood Pil. W. M. S. 40.20
Chicago. Leavitt St., W. M. U. 1.92
Chicago. L... |
Glencoe. First Cong. Ch. 1.11
Graceville. Cong. Ch. 7.20
Northfield. Students Carleton College, _for Savannah, Ga._ 30.00
Robbinsdale. Cong. Ch. 5.25Minnesota Woman's Home Missiona... |
Cypress Slash. Cong Ch. .35
Woodville. Pilgrim Ch., 1.26; Rev. J. H. H. Sengstacke,
74 cts.; Rev. J. Loyd, 24 cts. 2.24ALABAMA, $123.87.Athens. Miss Mary E. McLane 25.00
Athens. Result of Collecting,... |
Fresno. Chinese Mon. Offs., 12.50; Anniversary
Cash Col., 15.75 28.25
Hanford. Chinese Mon. Offs., 4.55; Anniversary
Cash Col., 3.15 7.70
Los Angeles. Chinese Mon. Offs., 7.05;
Anniversary Cash Coll., 20.05 27... |
Hamlin Garland's Books.Uniform edition.
Each, 12mo, cloth, $1.25.Wayside Courtships.
Jason Edwards.
A Spoil of Office.
A Member of the Third House.A Little Norsk. 16mo. 50 cents.D. APPLETON & COMPANY, NEW YORK.A SPOIL OF OFFICEA STORY OF THE MODERN WESTBY HAMLIN GARLANDAUTHOR OF JASON EDWARDS,
A MEMBER OF THE THI... |
Many of the young fellows had hired at ruinous expense the carriages in
which they sat with their girls, wearing a quiet air of aristocratic
reserve which did not allow them to shout sarcasms at Milton, when his
horse broke into a trot and jounced him up and down till his hat flew
off. But mainly the young people were ... |
"Fellow-Citizens: I'm not to be held responsible for anything anybody
else speaks on this platform. I do not believe with our young brother.
I think that politics will destroy the grange. To make it a debating
school on political questions would bring discord and wrangling into
it. I hope I shall never see the day. I n... |
"Tut, tut, tut, no politics, brethren," interrupted Jennings.Bradley, ignored by everybody, was standing over by the trunk of a
large oak tree, watching from afar the young girl who had so stirred
him. She was eating dinner with Deering, his wife, and daughter, and
Milton, who was there, looking very bright and handsom... |
True, there is the glory of the vast sweep of sky, the wild note of the
crane, the flight of geese, the multitudinous twitter of sparrows, and
the subtle exalting smell of the fresh, brown earth; but these things
do not compensate for human society. Nature palls upon the normal man
when he is alone with her constantly.... |
The horses, humped and shivering, looked black and fuzzy, by reason of
their erected hair. They tore at the corn-stalks hungrily. Their tails
streamed sidewise with the force of the wind, which had a wild and
lonesome sound, as it swept across the sear stretches of the corn. The
stalks towered far above the heads of th... |
The principal was a kind man, but he had two hundred of these rude,
awkward farmer-boys, and he could not be expected to study each one
closely enough to discover their latent powers. Bradley went away down
town to buy his books, with a feeling that the smile of the principal
was not genuine, and he felt also that Milt... |
But the good-will and sympathy of the boys could not prevail upon
Bradley to go with them. He persisted in his determination to leave
school. And the boys finally went out leaving him alone. Their
influence had been good, however; he was distinctly less bitter after
they left him and his thoughts went back to Miss Wilb... |
"Say, if you don't come in I'll--I dunno what!""Bring it out here, it's warm.""I won't do it; you've got to come in; the old man's gone up town and
mother won't throw you out. There isn't anybody in the kitchen. Come on
now," she pleaded.Bradley followed her into the house, feeling a good deal like a very
large dog, ve... |
He was saved from utter flight by Radbourn, who came before him.
Whatever nervousness the big senior had ever felt, he was well over
now, for he walked calmly up the aisle, and took his place with easy
dignity. He scorned to address the Romans, or the men of England. He
was always contemporaneous. He usually gave orati... |
Bradley rose, as if impelled by some irresistible power within himself.
He began stammeringly. He had but one line of thought at his command,
and that was the line of thought indicated by Miss Wilbur in her speech
at the picnic, the Home Market idea, upon which he had spent a great
deal of thought. "Mr. Chairman, I don... |
On a dreamful September day of the following year, Bradley was helping
Milton Jennings to dig potatoes. It was nearly time for his return to
school and to Judge Brown's office, and the two young men were full of
plans. Milton was intending to go back for another year, and Bradley
intended to keep up with his studies if... |
On the way out they met Councill and Jennings walking out with Chairman
Russell, who had his hand on a shoulder of each, and was saying, with
beautiful candor and joviality: "Well, we beat you again. It's all fair
in politics, you know.""Yes, but it's the last time," said Jennings, who refused to smile. "We
can't give ... |
The boys really aroused considerable enthusiasm, and each had stanch
admirers, though they were entirely opposed in style. Milton told a
great many funny stories, and went off on what he considered to be the
most approved oratorical flights. He called on the farmers to stand
together. He asked them whether it was fair ... |
"That's right!" chuckled the Judge. As a Democrat, he rejoiced to see a
Republican ring assaulted. "Go ahead, I'll stand by you, if they try
the law."IX.BRADLEY MEETS MRS. BROWN.Though Bradley had called a good many times at the Russell house, to
accompany Nettie to parties or home from school, yet he had never had
any... |
"Mr. Brown is always doing things without consulting me," she explained
to Bradley, "but you are welcome, sir, if our lonesome house aint worse
than your cellar. Mr. Brown very seldom takes the trouble to explain
what he wants to do, but I'll try to make you feel at home, sir."They ate the rest of the meal in silence. ... |
"H'yare! Damn yeh--none o' that!"He leaped from his horse, and running up, tore the rider from his
saddle in one swift effort. The fellow struggled fiercely."Let go o' me, 'r I'll kill yeh!"Bacon growled something inarticulate as he cuffed the man from side to
side, shook him like a rag, and threw him to the ground. He... |
Indefinite as this feeling was, it saved him from the mistake of
marrying Nettie. Poor girl! She was in the grasp of her first great
passion, and was as helpless as a broken-winged bird in the current of
a river. She was feverishly happy and unaccountably sad by turns. The
commands of her father not to see Bradley only... |
"You mustn't! You sha'n't! I won't let you!" she cried, tightening her
arms about him, as if that would detain him. From that on, there was
nothing but sobs on her side, and explanations on his--explanations to
which her love, direct and selfish, would not listen for a moment. The
unreserve and unreason of her passion ... |
That evening he dressed himself with as much care as if he were to call
upon her alone, and he dressed very well now. His clothes were
substantial and fitted him well. His year's immunity from hard work had
left his large hands supple and delicate of touch, and his face had
attained refinement and mobility. His eyes ha... |
"I wanted to come in and tell you how much I liked your speech last
night, and how much I liked a speech you made up at Rock River, at the
grange picinic.""Oh, did you hear me up there? That was one of my old speeches. I've
quite outgrown that now. You'll be shocked to know I don't believe in
a whole lot of things that... |
Now that he was out of her immediate presence, thoughts came thick and
fast. Every word she had spoken seemed to have a magical power of
arousing long trains of speculation. He walked far out into the quiet
evening, walked until he grew calmer, and the emotion of the hour faded
to a luminous golden dusk in his mind as ... |
And above all, death, the great pacificator, unlooser of bonds, and
aider of progress, was doing his work. The old men were dying and
carrying their prejudices with them, while each year thousands of young
voters, to whom the war was an echo of passion, sprang to the polls and
faced the future policy of the parties, no... |
The Judge met him at the depot with a carriage. There were a number of
people he knew at the station, but they did not recognize him: his
brown beard had changed him so, and his silk hat made him so tall."Right this way, colonel," said the Judge, in a calm nasal. He was
filled with delight at Bradley's appearance. He s... |
When the service was over he went out into the anteroom with the young
fellows, who were anxious to meet him. Quite a number of farmers were
in from the country, and they all crowded about, shaking his hand with
great heartiness. He moved on with them to the sidewalk, where many of
the congregation stood talking subdue... |
"While I appreciate, sir, the fortitude, the patience, of the men who
have been waiting outside the gates of emolument so long, I want to say
distinctly, that if that slate is not broken, we'll all wait outside
the gates of emolument twenty years longer. But I want to say further,
Mr. Chairman, that the strength of thi... |
"Friends and fellow-citizens," he began, after the applause had ended,
"I can't find words to express my feeling for the great honor you have
done me. I thank the citizens of Rock River for their aid, but I want
to say--I'm going to run this campaign in the farmers' interest,
because the interests of this county and of... |
Then came a wilder roar and scramble, that outdid everything that had
gone before, and a surging mass of struggling men and boys covered the
apples. They threw themselves upon each other's backs. They clawed like
wild-cats, barked like wolves. They kicked each other out of the way,
and scratched and mauled each other, ... |
His mind went off in a pursuit of trivial matters concerning this code.
What would happen if he rang three times--which he thought stood for
alarm of fire. In imagination he heard the outcries throughout the
various floors and rooms of the house. Then his mind went back to the
fact that the boy was not allowed to ride ... |
"Now, let me tell you something more," said Cargill, as he led his way
back to a settee near the wall. He drew up a chair for his feet,
lighted his cigar, pulled his little soft hat down to the bridge of his
nose, put one thumb behind his vest, and began in a peculiarly sardonic
tone: "Now, here is where the legislatio... |
Bradley walked away sick at heart. As he passed a settee near the
stairway, he saw another girl with a childish face looking up at a
hard-featured young man, and saying with eager, wistful voice, her
hands clasped, "Oh, I _hope_ you can help me. I need it so much."Her sweet face haunted him because of its suggested hel... |
"Well, I'll introduce you. She aint very easy to understand. She is one
of these infernal advanced women. Now, I like thinkers, but what right
has a woman to think? To think is our manly prerogative. I'm free to
admit that we don't exercise it to much better advantage than we do our
prerogative to vote; but then, damn ... |
He was at the Capitol again early the next morning, and found the same
scene being re-enacted. Straggling groups of roughly-dressed farmers
loitered timidly along the corridors, brisk clerks dashed to and fro,
and streams of men poured in and out the doors of the legislative
halls. Bradley entered unobserved, and took ... |
"Why so?" inquired Bradley."Well, look at the life she leads. On the road constantly, living at
hotels. A woman can't hold herself up against such things.""It depends upon the woman," was Bradley's succinct protest against
sweeping generalizations.It was crisp and clear, and the sound of their feet rang out in the
stil... |
"This is the first time she ever let into me so directly," Cargill
explained. "Understand we generally fight on literature, or music, or
the woman question. This really is the first encounter on my personal
influence. I'm going home to stanch my wounds." He rose, with a return
to his usual manner.Ida made no effort to ... |
"Well, now, this thing must be looked at from another standpoint. The
power of redress is with the voter. If the voter is a boodler, he will
countenance boodling. Here is the mission of our party," he said, with
the zeal of an old-fashioned Democrat, "to come in here and educate the
common man to be an honest man. We h... |
Bradley never dreamed of getting rich, but under Radbourn and the Judge
he had developed a growing love for the orator's dominion. He hungered
to lead men. Notwithstanding his fits of disgust and bitterness he
loved to be a part of the political life of his time. It had a powerful
fascination for him. The deference whi... |
While Bradley was eating his cakes, which were excellent, others came
in, and the waiters dashed to and fro, shouting their weird orders."Ham _and_, two up coff, a pair, boot-leg, white wings."Bradley had a curiosity to see what this order would bring forth, and,
watching carefully, found that it secured ham and eggs, ... |
It was magnificent. Bradley turned and looked at it right and left with
admiring eyes. It gleamed with snow, and all about was the sound of
dripping water, and in the distance the roll of wheels and click of
hoofs. The esplanade was a broad walk extending the entire width of the
building, and conforming to it. It was b... |
He went about a good deal during the next two or three days, but he
continued at the cheap hotel, where he was obliged to keep his overcoat
on in order to write a letter or read a newspaper. He went twice to the
theatre. He bought a dollar seat the first time, which worried him all
through the play, and he did penance ... |
Most of the members were married and lived with their families in
rented houses, but others, who were too poor to bring their families or
who were bachelors like Bradley, lived in boarding houses. Bradley
secured a room and board in a house near the capitol, because he seemed
to be nearer the centre of things when he c... |
His life was very full and happy, save for the dull hunger at his heart
whenever he thought of Ida. He wrote to her still, but her replies
still kept their calm, impersonal tone. One night, when he returned
from the capitol, he found a letter from her enclosing some clippings."I have joined the Farmers' Alliance," she ... |
His speech lay there on the table, it was waste paper now. He had no
one left to address it to. His utter loneliness came back to him. His
mind went back over the line of his life till it came again into the
little opening in the Wisconsin woods where the pines wept or snarled
ceaselessly--till his mother died in the m... |
The Judge looked up with a scowling brow. "Hello, Brad." He wiped his
hand on his thigh and rose with a groan to shake hands. "I'm slavin'
again. Mrs. Brown insists on my working on the garden. How's Congress?""Piratical as ever. Nothing doing that ought to be done. How's
everything here?"The Judge put on his coat; "I ... |
Bradley sprang out and shook hands with hearty force. "Give us your
dish.""H'yare!" yelled Councill from the load of hay he was driving in, "I
can use you out here.""Oh, you go long," replied Mrs. Councill. "He's got better company and
a better job."Out in the berry patch he talked over the neighborhood affairs and
pic... |
"I wonder if you are one of the speakers here to-day," said a voice
behind him.Bradley turned, and saw a small man with a stubby mustache, under whose
derby hat-rim a pair of round black eyes shone with a keen glitter."No, sir, I'm not.""Beg pardon, no harm done. Saw you get off with your valise; knew you
weren't a nat... |
The tremendous cheer which broke forth at this point showed that the
conception of the movement had widened in the minds of the people
themselves; it was no longer a class movement. It stirred Bradley as if
some swift electric wind had blown upon him."Wherever a man is robbed, wherever a man toils and the fruits of his... |
"It takes about an hour to go down," she said, as they alighted and
stood waiting on the platform, "and then the 'college' is some distance
away from the station."It was an unspeakable pleasure to sit beside her in the train and
listen to her talk. It was one of the things he had dreamed of so many
times, but had reall... |
"Civilization hasn't made much of an impress here, that's sure. How
long has this prairie been settled?""'Bout twenty-two years," answered the driver; and, being started, he
prattled away, telling the story of his pitiful, tragic life--a life of
incessant toil and hardship. Men cheated and trampled upon him; society
an... |
The driver talked on about the meeting, but his passengers were silent.
Under cover of listening they were both dreaming. Bradley was
forecasting his life, and wondering how much she would make up of it;
wondering if she would make more of it than she had of his past life.
How far off she had always seemed to him, and ... |
"Yes," Bradley sighed, "But I am afraid you and I will never again
taste anything sweet. There will always be a dash of bitter in it.""Yes, we were born to feel others' cares. The worst of it is, we could
have that land in America if we only would. Our forefathers thought it
was coming, but instead of it"--She did not ... |
BY S. R. CROCKETT.Uniform edition. Each, 12mo, cloth, $1.50._LADS' LOVE._ Illustrated.In this fresh and charming story, which in some respects recalls "The
Lilac Sunbonnet," Mr. Crockett returns to Galloway and pictures the
humor and pathos of the life which he knows so well._CLEG KELLY, ARAB OF THE CITY. His Progress ... |
Mr. Crane's new novel is a fresh and delightful study of artist life in
the city and the country. The theme is worked out with the author's
characteristic originality and force, and with much natural humor. In
subject the book is altogether different from any of its predecessors,
and the author's marked success proves ... |
"The story is a revelation to us. It is written in a spirited, breezy
way, with an originality in the telling of which is quite unexpected.
The dialect is striking in its truth to Nature."--_Boston Courier._"Is in all probability the only true picture we have yet had of that
most densely populated spot on the face of t... |
"Written with a firm grasp of the theme, inspired by ample knowledge,
and made attractive by a vigorous and resonant style, the book will
receive much attention. It is a great theme the author has taken up,
and he grasps it with the confidence of a master."--_New York Times._"Mr. Eggleston's 'Beginners' is unique. No s... |
Ch 2: Change oak to oaks in
THE DINNER UNDER THE OAKS.
Ch 4: Add Bradley's to
BRADLEY'S TRIALS AT SCHOOL.
Ch 8: Change attacks to offends in
BRADLEY OFFENDS NETTIE'S FATHER.
Ch 14: Change his politics to
BRADLEY CHANGES HIS POLITICAL VIEWS.
Ch 18: Add quotes to
"DON'T BLOW OUT THE GAS."
Ch... |
Produced by Al Haines[Frontispiece: "The vicar's wife would have a fit if I lounged like
this." _See page 4_]WHENTHE BIRDSBEGIN TO SING.A NovelBYWINIFRED GRAHAM,AUTHOR OF"ON THE DOWN GRADE," &c., &c._WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS_BY HAROLD PIFFARD.LONDON:C. ARTHUR PEARSON LTD.,HENRIETTA STREET, W.C.CONTENTS.CHAP.I. AND ... |
"Of course it was wrong, and she looked frightfully shocked. I have
certainly never been invited to tea since. Oh, how I should like to
sing at concerts and halls--I mean the sort of places where you have an
eyeglass, and walk round with a hat and stick!"Her face beamed as she delivered this sentence--involuntarily t... |
Eleanor's gentle presence in the gathering gloom quickens his
imagination. A picture wonderful and hitherto undreamed rises like a
sudden mirage before Philip's eyes.He seems lost in contemplation."I have found her at last," he says, speaking his thoughts aloud."Who?" asks Eleanor under her breath."The Ideal Woman!" h... |
A look of amused surprise flits over Mr. Roche's features. What a
naïve, childlike manner Eleanor possesses!"Of course," he replies, pulling the small hand through his arm, and
turning out of the public thoroughfare."I wonder what you think of me?" asks Eleanor unhesitatingly.The great sparkling eyes are raised to his... |
Her eyes droop, her cheek is pale.CHAPTER III.GOD MADE THE WOMAN FOR THE MAN.--_Tennyson_."Oh, do stop and take me to tea in that lovely confectioner's shop!"
cries a pleading voice, while an eager hand flourishes a parasol which
pokes the driver in the back. "Oh, I wish I could speak the horrid
language.""But, my dea... |
For the rest of the day he always seems only a yard from her, as they
examine the red walls pitted by bullets, and wander round the Museum.
He has a party of friends with him--Eleanor can hear them chaffing the
guide, and ridiculing everything. Their absurd remarks amuse her, from
time to time she laughs for no appare... |
She is standing, gazing on them joyfully as the luggage is brought in,
pointing with her umbrella at a wrinkled judge."They have seldom received such admiration," he says gently. "Poor old
things, they disfigure the walls sadly with their grim faces.""The lady on the left is simpering; and, oh! here is a tiger rug,"
s... |
"It is awkward, certainly. I should leave cards, and not ask if she is
in. That is about the best hint if you don't desire her acquaintance.""She will think me so horrid," sighs Eleanor, "but I will do as you
wish."The following afternoon Eleanor, card-case in hand, rings at Mrs.
Mounteagle's, prepared to carry out h... |
"Well, I forgive you," she whispers, "if you will be less ferocious in
the future. I declare, when you walk up and down--like this,"
imitating his stride, "and show the whites of your eyes--_so_! I want
to hide under the sofa, and scream.""Oh! Eleanor, was I such a bear?""Much worse than a bear; he is in a cage, and ... |
Palmists or clairvoyants would prophesy a future for her, simply
through looking in her eyes; but whether notoriety is to be won by
downfalling or uprising were better left unstated. Eleanor, he
decides, is neither highly-strung nor excitable, but outspoken, fresh,
and conscious of her beauty, without conceit. He thi... |
"Bah!" she exclaims, stretching out her hands to the fire. "What rot!
As if there was any harm!"She stirs up the blaze and laughs. "I shall breakfast in bed," she says
to herself.* * * * *"He doesn't understand me. He wants me to be so good, so uninteresting,
so _domesticated_! I believe he marr... |
"'If'! there is no 'if' in the matter. I would come every day if you let
me.""Every day!" Oh! how alluring it sounds.She twists her wedding ring round and round, looking down on the carpet.
She remembers the pattern that night in her dreams, a red Maltese cross
on a blue ground. The blue and red swim before her eyes... |
Her husband sees it in a moment--the rush of colour to her cheeks, and
the pallor as her hand meets Carol's.Philip mutters something inaudible under his breath. The chilly air of
winter creeps through the hayfield behind Copthorne Farm--the voices of
birds are dead--it is cold, cruel January once more!A horrible prese... |
Giddy is conscious of the offending photograph. Eleanor draws forward
the largest chair. Lady MacDonald sinks gracefully back among the
cushions, her head poised on one side--she always holds it so. Some
admirers once told her it was like a flower bending on its stem with
the weight of its own beauty."Oh! the fog ou... |
She fears she has committed some deadly offence in offering this proud
beauty a second cup. Never was there a more grotesque tea-party on the
terrace than in Eleanor's boudoir that afternoon. Giddy with deepest
shame, resentment and horror, raging in her heart. Lady MacDonald
haughty and disdainful, eyeing the homel... |
"A great deal too plainly," retorts Eleanor fiercely. "You have not
spared my feelings. You think yourself very grand, but my parents
would not have hurt anyone as you have hurt me to-day! You sneer at
them--hold them up to ridicule--while they are worth all the dressed-up
Lady MacDonalds you toady to!"Her voice has... |
"Stay away from Giddy--take my part. Stand up for me when you hear her
or Lady MacDonald laughing over Mrs. Roche's relatives.""They would never dream of taking your name in vain while I was there
to defend it!" he cries. "Don't you know I would do anything in the
world for you? Can't you see how I would willingly b... |
He re-echoes her deep sigh as Giddy advances."I hate her seeing me here with you," Mrs. Roche declares. "She is a
bad enemy, and now that we are hardly on speaking terms I dare not
think what horrible stories she may not spread against me.""Why not make it up, for the sake of our friendship, Eleanor? She
could often ... |
MADAME,--I am writing to ask you a personal favour, with regard to Mrs.
Mounteagle, who kindly introduced me to you. I was prevented
mentioning it to you to-day by the presence of my assistant. Could you
induce Mrs. Mounteagle to remit me a portion, at least, of her
long-outstanding account? She has not been lately ... |
DEAREST ELEANOR,--If you are in, just toddle round to tea like a
darling. I have some delicious toasted buns, and I want you to come
and eat them. Don't put on gloves.Your all impatient,
GIDDY.It is intolerable sitting in alone, fuming over her wrongs and acting a
drama with her imagination. Philip detests Giddy. ... |
"I am really going back to the farm, Giddy," she says the following
day, "to vegetate, and grow young again among the primroses and
violets. The lawn will be yellow with crocus flowers, and I can almost
smell the hyacinths. I promised them faithfully I would return when
the birds began to sing!""You must give me your... |
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