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"It was a terrible affair, Pierre, and I understand that an old and faithful servant must have felt it deeply--the father, mother, and two children to die at the same time!""You are mistaken," answered Labarre. "The father was shot, the mother perished in the flames, but the two children escaped.""It is strange that yo...
"Very good!" he answered, as he patted the animal's glossy side. "We two Fanfars must not shrink from any danger!"Irene remembered the inundation, but before she could speak the animal and rider were away."The carriage is waiting for you," said Madame Ursula, approaching."Yes, let us go," answered the girl, with feveri...
"You do not really mean to go to-morrow?""I can't say yet. Caillette, my dear, you must go to bed and get some rest at once."Gudel was not in the least hurt; he had received a great shock, that was all.When La Roulante left the room, she was met at the door by Robeccal."You see," he said, in a fierce whisper, "that if ...
"It is a simple story, sir. My father and I were mountebanks, and there are worse trades, let me assure you. I have served my time under the Republic, and was easy in my mind when there came the trouble of 1812. I with the rest was called out again. I had left my wife and my little girl at home in a village which the a...
"You want your Fanfar, don't you? Let me tell you that he cares not a sou whether you live or die."She stopped talking for a few minutes, and seemed to be reflecting."No, I won't kill you--it is not worth while. What was it that my little Bob said to me? Where has he gone, I should like to know!"She repeated these word...
"You shall pay for that!" shouted Robeccal, and snatching a pistol from the belt of one of the police, he fired at Bobichel.The clown flung out his arms. "They are saved, at all events!" he shouted, as he disappeared, falling into the abyss at his feet.Fanfar and Gudel were far away. Poor Bobichel!CHAPTER XXIII.FRANCE-...
"You are right," answered Fernando, in reply to this mute protest. "I have another reason. I do not wish the Vicomte de Talizac to come to grief because my fortune is intimately connected with his--because his father, the Marquis de Fongereues, has rendered and will render great services to a cause that is mine. You mu...
The little girl could give no explanation as to why she was thus alone and deserted. To all questions she could only reply by the words "papa Simon," and "mamma Francoise." Of course this was too indefinite for these people to act upon; besides, at that time they had much to do--the invasion promised them much spoil. T...
While Aube was worrying about these matters and many more, a carriage drove up to the door of the restaurant, and three gentlemen got out. These were Frederic de Talizac, Fernando de Vellebri, and Arthur de Montferrand, the duelist, all strangely alike in their lack of moral sense and in their cynicism, neither of them...
The two bandits stood on the stairs with knives in their hands, and feet and hands ready to repel any one who attempted to ascend the stairs."Help! Murder!" shouted Aube.Women screamed, and clung to the arms of their husbands to prevent them from taking part in the contest. Others, less courageous, threw bottles and gl...
"Surrender!" shouted the Commissioner, some distance off."Surrender!" repeated Cyprien.At this moment a man was seen to vault into space; it was Fanfar, who had sprang across the gulf between the two houses. With him he had taken the end of the rope which he had fastened to the chimney. He held the rope so firmly that ...
"I will tell you. My sister's name was Francine, but we called her Cinette, and this evening a girl was carried away by violence from the _Veau Saute_.""And that Aube has such a good face!""Oh! he was not concerned in this villainy. The crime was committed by a man who has more than once crossed our path--the Vicomte d...
"And you never knew it before?""No, she called me mamma, but I never called her daughter.""And, mother, your daughter is in danger.""Ah! I knew it, she did not kiss me to-night. Where is she?""In the power of a scoundrel, of the Vicomte de Talizac.""Talizac!" The sick woman was troubled by the name, but she could not g...
He looked at her in astonishment, and then rushed at the door as if to force it open. She called for Robeccal, who hurried to obey her summons. Talizac called Fernando, and Robeccal turned back. Drawing an enormous knife, he said, fiercely:"Don't you interfere! My wife will settle her own matters with this gentleman!"F...
"Ah! Madame," cried the old Marquis, "you are excessively clever, and you are an angel!"She smiled."Arthur will come with you, I am sure, so that no cloud shall remain in our sky.""Certainly, Madame, my son will come. Captain of the Guards--Chevalier de Saint-Louis. Zounds! that is a good deal for one day!""To-night, t...
At the same moment, an iron grasp nailed the giantess to the spot where she stood. The two wretches gasped out the names:"Fanfar! Bobichel!""Where is Francine?" said Fanfar, sternly.La Roulante laughed, and would not reply."Speak!" said Fanfar. "I know the whole story. Where is that girl?"La Roulante knew that Fanfar w...
Fernando did not make his appearance, and Arthur dared not talk to any one else of this miserable affair in which he had been engaged. He listened with a shudder to the congratulations and compliments showered upon the Vicomte, who finally had the audacity to go up to Arthur and demand his felicitations.Arthur started,...
When wonder had passed, the villagers were amazed to find the inn had been built exactly like the old one that had been burned by the emigres. Yes, there was the large, well-lighted room where Francoise, with her little girl in her arms, had cordially welcomed the travelers, while little Jacques flew about with bright ...
Then Caillette was left alone with the sick woman, who began to cry and sob. Her mind had been so long torpid that now this shock seemed to have swept away the last vestige of her intelligence. But Caillette was good and patient, and finally the sick woman slept. Caillette watched her and waited through the twilight, a...
Fanfar was in prison. His trial was soon coming on. It was believed that his condemnation was certain. The disturbance to the health of the king, consequent on the attempted assassination at the Tuileries, had, it was said, greatly embittered the monarchists. A report was in circulation that an infamous comedy had been...
"Ah! you are a brave creature, and if some day you want some one to amuse your children--that is, when you have any, you know--send for me, and I will be frogs for them all day long!"And with this somewhat startling promise, Bobichel departed.CHAPTER XXXVI.SUPREME EFFORT.Monsieur de Fongereues was alone in his cabinet....
"Do not be concerned," said Vellebri, coldly, "the amount need not disturb you." Fongereues sighed with relief. "You will have to give but one million.""A million!" repeated the Marquis, in despair."In fixing this sum our Superiors have merely carried out their plan of attaching you to their cause.""But a million!" rep...
The Marquise talked with her husband for a long time. The next thing to do was to make Gudel speak frankly. This he had no hesitation in doing, and he again told the story he had told to the Marquis.As to Pierre Labarre, of course he could make no further resistance. So long as the Marquis knew that Fanfar was living h...
"I have grave duties to perform," he said, quietly, "first I must see my son. You must go with me."Labarre shook his head."In the name of my brother!" said Fongereues. Then stopping, he said, suddenly, "Does this fortune left by my father really exist?"Labarre started. Could it be that this man at this time could be th...
"Dr. Albant!" cried a stentorian voice.The surgeon turned. A messenger in the king's livery stood in the doorway."Gentlemen, excuse me--the king communicates with me!"A close observer would have thought it singular that the king should send a letter by an ordinary servant, like a simple bourgeois. But this did not seem...
Caillette went to Irene's side. The poor girl loved Fanfar with all her heart, and she believed that he was lost to her, for if by a miracle she were to see him again it would be as Irene's lover. But she accepted the sacrifice. She said in a low voice to Irene:"I am glad you came, for you love him."Irene pressed her h...
"When this letter reaches you I shall be far away. Yes, and I wish you to know why. There is a suggestion of weakness in your nature which I wish to eradicate. When you are with me you do not do justice to yourself--you are content to walk in my shadow and see life through my eyes. But I desire to remind you that you h...
"Lay two more covers," he said, "I will come down at once."CHAPTER XLVI.FORWARD!Esperance hurried down, and in the dining-room, a marvel of marqueterie and mosaic, was a young man."My dear Goutran," he said, as the stranger advanced to meet him, "I cannot tell you how obliged I am for this visit."This Goutran, Goutran ...
"I want my studio to be magnificent on this occasion, and as we artists are not rich enough to buy oriental hangings, we are all going to our friends to borrow of them. You have treasures of this nature--will you lend them to me? And the great service was simply that you should lend me some of those marvelous Japanese ...
This was terrible. The tenor was implored to sing alone, but he positively refused, and the non-appearance of the two stars made the affair an utter fiasco. Artists and journalists, director and secretaries assembled in the _foyer_--all talked together in their excitement. The tenor, half lying on a couch, caressed his...
He slipped his arm around her waist, and as she threw back her head to look up at the moon, Goutran leaned forward and kissed her. Let her who is without sin throw the first stone!At this precise moment a clear voice came from the garden below, and this voice said:"Do not be too anxious to learn my name, Monsieur de La...
As the reporter had discovered, Jane Zeld occupied an apartment on the first floor of a small hotel, or rather, in one of those boarding-houses frequented by respectable people who come from the four quarters of the globe to enjoy the attractions of Paris. It was a most respectable establishment, with its iron gate _a ...
CATASTROPHES.The two men started to their feet, looking at each other as they had looked when Fate and their crimes first brought them together. Yes, it was Sanselme, who had simply changed the letters in his name and become Maslenes, who now spoke to his former associate with such contempt.And it was Benedetto who sne...
Benedetto looked at the paper. "The fool has signed his own name!" he said to himself. "But it may be better, after all!" And in another moment Benedetto vanished through the window.Sanselme sat motionless for some time, then his wandering eyes fell on the bank-notes. He snatched them up."We must fly!" he said aloud. "...
Goutran gently removed the shawl, and on the left bosom there was a small, dark spot. Esperance listened for the beating of her heart. There was a moment of terrible suspense. At last Esperance rose from his knees."She is living," he said, in a grave voice. "Goutran, go to my room and bring me a small sandal-wood case ...
"Don't put on these airs, Zelda," said one of the ruffians, "let the little girl have a fling too. You have had yours."In her struggle the girl dropped a box she carried. Tulles and laces were scattered over the ground. She saw Sanselme, and then for the first time she screamed for help. Then with one blow Sanselme fel...
Sanselme presently had the papers in his hands. The sick woman's name was Jane Zeld. She came from a little village in Switzerland, near Zurich. There was also a paper dated many years since, signed by her father, authorizing her to reside in the Commune of Selzheim, in Alsace. Sanselme turned sick and dizzy; he caught...
This silence astonished Sanselme, and troubled him as well. He had studied Jane so closely that he thoroughly understood her character, her goodness, unselfishness and passionate gratitude. He knew that she had not forgotten her mother, and would never do so, and that the reason she never mentioned her was because her ...
"It is true, but pray finish your breakfast. I want to talk to you."If Goutran, assisted by some magician, had been able to see and hear this interview, he would have been thunderstruck. What a tone! What an expression! Not that she was less pretty, but there was a something in her manner and appearance which would hav...
Since then Laisangy had been very uneasy. Possibly his conscience was not quite clear. He now came to see this Fagiano in a state of rage, exasperated by the scene with Carmen, and the favorite of the Emperor now came to measure weapons with this stranger."Well, sir," said the banker, "this is the second time that you ...
"I don't know," said the old lady half aloud, "whether I am doing right or not. The Count begged me to look out for his son, and I have tried to do this. I have now accepted a new duty from the Vicomte, and for three days and nights I have been watching over this poor young girl. This is all very well. The Vicomte has ...
Finally Fanfar's wife had called him to see a scar on the breast of the unfortunate creature. She had certainly received a terrible wound, but when and where? The scar was not a new one.Fanfar had sent Bobichel to the Vicomte's, for he had reproached himself that he had neglected Esperance in his interest for these two...
"No, calm yourself. You are mistaken. You must try and tell me what I wish to know. Terrible dangers threaten those whom perhaps we both love.""Is Jane in danger?" asked Sanselme, frantically. "Let me go! I must leave this place at once."He started from his chair, but his strength failed him, and if Fanfar had not caug...
"Listen to me," she resumed. "I owe you a declaration which will remove every possibility of a misunderstanding between us. A few days ago, when on the terrace of your house my hands rested in yours, I fully realized that, so far as you were concerned, a tacit engagement from that moment existed between us.""From that ...
While Goutran was thus impatiently questioning the man, a carriage stopped, from which descended Fanfar, Sanselme, Coucon and Madame Caraman."Ah! Monsieur Goutran!" exclaimed Fanfar, "I have just been to your rooms, and am thankful to meet you here. I am anxious to consult with you.""You know, then, what is going on?" ...
All was magnificent, but Esperance saw nothing. Nothing but a lacquer table on which lay a letter. This letter contained the words, "If the son of Monte-Cristo be not a coward, if he wishes to find her whom he has lost, he will go from here to a certain Malvernet, who lives at Courberrie. There he will learn what he wi...
He stepped into a wine-shop, and asked for a bottle of wine; as he drank it he said to himself: "How the deuce am I to see Miss Carmen? She is in the salon receiving her guests. Of course, she won't come into the anteroom to get a _billet doux_, but if the mountain won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the mounta...
The orchestra was playing delightfully, and lacqueys were announcing the first names of the empire--counts, and barons, and princes. Suddenly a new name was heard:"Mohammed-Ben-Omar!"And a magnificent personage, wearing the Legion of Honor on his white bournous, entered the room. Every one turned to look at him. He was...
"Jane! Jane!" cried Esperance. Suddenly a door opened. Esperance saw an old man enter the room. He went up to Jane with a hideous smile on his face. It was Laisangy.Of all the crimes that Benedetto had committed, this was the most infamous!Esperance caught the iron bars and shook them violently, and with such enormous ...
"I can show you," she said, quietly.Coucon ran to the stables, and in ten minutes the carriage stood at the door."Heaven grant that we arrive in time!" said Fanfar.Alas! it was a vain hope. Much time had been lost while the three men had been shut up. Their candles had burned out. Fanfar tore a rail from the stairs and...
Jane in danger and he lying there idle! No, no, that could not be! He rose from the bed, and supporting himself by the wall, got out of the house. Where was he going? He knew not. He endeavored to collect his thoughts, and suddenly a name stood out clear in his brain. Monte-Cristo, yes it was to the hotel of Monte-Cris...
In the Hotel de Monte-Cristo all is sad and silent. The very walls and the furniture had a funereal air. In the large chamber lie the bodies of Jane and Esperance, the son of Monte-Cristo. How much beauty, youth and tenderness were to be swallowed up in Mother Earth! Jane, vailed in lace, had a tender smile upon her li...
Ten years had elapsed since that awful night when Monte-Cristo, with blanched hair, carried away the body of his only son.A man stood alone on a rock on the island of Monte-Cristo. And this man was Edmond Dantes. For ten years he had lived on this rock. In all that time he had not seen a human face nor heard a human vo...
Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net[Illustration: HER FACE SHONE AS SHE CALLED OUT: "WELL, HOW DO YOU STACK UP THIS MORNING?" (See page 31)]THE FORESTER'S DAUGHTERA Romance of the Bear-Tooth RangeBy HAMLIN GARLANDAuthor of "The Captain of the Gray-Horse Troop" "M...
As they neared the gate the driver drew up with a word of surprise. "Why, howdy, girls, howdy!" he said, with an assumption of innocence. "Were you wishin' fer to speak to me?""Oh, shut up!" commanded one of the girls, a round-faced, freckled romp. "You know perfectly well that Berrie is going home to-day--we told you ...
The north-bound coach got away first, and as the girl came out to take her place, Norcross said: "Won't you have my seat with the driver?"She dropped her voice humorously. "No, thank you, I can't stand for Bill's clack."Norcross understood. She didn't relish the notion of being so close to the frankly amorous driver, w...
"Good night," he returned, with sincere liking."Who is that?" Norcross heard her companion ask.She replied in a low voice, but he overheard her answer, "A poor 'lunger,' bound for Meeker's--and Kingdom Come, I'm afraid. He seems a nice young feller, too.""They always wait till the last minute," remarked the rancher, wi...
The other man displayed his fob. "I'm ten classes ahead of you. My name is Nash. I'm what they call an 'expert.' I'm up here doing some estimating and surveying for a big ditch they're putting in. I was rather in hopes you had come to join our ranks. We sons of Eli are holding the conservation fort these days, and we n...
"I want to see Uncle Joe on business, anyhow, and you'll like the ride better than the journey by stage."Leaving the horses standing with their bridle-reins hanging on the ground, she led the way to the office."When father comes in, tell him where I've gone, and send Mr. Norcross's packs by the first wagon. Is your out...
Topping a low divide the youth caught a glimpse of the range to the southeast, which took his breath. "Isn't that superb!" he exclaimed. "It's like the shining roof of the world!""Yes, that's the Continental Divide," she confirmed, casually; but the lyrical note which he struck again reached her heart. The men she knew...
Distance is no barrier to gossip. It amazed young Norcross to observe how minutely the ranchers of the valley followed one another's most intimate domestic affairs. Not merely was each man in full possession of the color and number of every calf in his neighbor's herd, it seemed that nothing could happen in the most re...
"She was not to blame. She's so kind and free with every one, I thought I had a chance. I was conceited enough to feel sorry for the other fellows, and now I can't even feel sorry for myself. I'm just dazed and hanging to the ropes. She was mighty gentle about it--you know how sunny her face is--well, she just got grav...
The kitchen was clean and ample, and the delicious odor of new-made bread filled it with cheer. As the girl resumed her apron, Wayland settled into a chair with a sigh of content. "I like this," he said aloud. "There's nothing cowgirl about you now, you're the Anglo-Saxon housewife. You might be a Michigan or Connectic...
"You sure are, and you'll see it yourself by and by. You've no call to get wire-edged about Mr. Norcross. He's not very strong. He's just getting well of a long sickness. I knew a chill would finish him, that's why I gave him my slicker. It didn't hurt me, and maybe it saved his life. I'd do it again if necessary.""Sin...
Nash grinned. "How did you like Meeker?""He's a good man, but he has his peculiarities. Belden is your real enemy. He is blue with malignity--so are most of the cowmen I met up there. I wish I could do something for the Service. I'm a thoroughly up-to-date analytical chemist and a passable mining engineer, and my docto...
Berrie's eyes, wide and eager, were fixed upon him unwaveringly. He felt her wonder, her admiration, and was inspired to do his best. Something in her absorbed attention led him to speak of things so personal that he wondered at himself for uttering them."I've been dilettante all my life," was one of his confessions. "...
That night, as he sat in the saddle-littered, boot-haunted front room of Nash's little shack, his host said, quaintly: "Don't think you are inheriting a soft snap, son. The ranger's job was a man's job in the old days when it was a mere matter of patrolling; but it's worse and more of it to-day. A ranger must be ready ...
This mishap delayed them nearly half an hour, and the air grew dark and chill as they stood there, and the amateur ranger began to understand how serious a lone night journey might sometimes be. "What would I do if when riding in the dark my horse should go down like that and pin me in the mud?" he asked himself. "Eter...
"It looks stormy," the Supervisor announced, after a glance at the crests. "I'd like to see a soaking rain--it would end all our worry about fires. The country's very dry on this side the range, and your duty for the present will be to help Tony patrol."While he talked on, telling the youth how to beat out a small blaz...
"You'd better go slow," she argued. "Wait till you get hardened to it. You need something over your shoulders now," she added; and rose and laid a blanket over him. "You're tired; you'll take a chill if you're not careful.""You're very considerate," he said, looking up at her gratefully. "But it makes me feel like a ch...
Thereupon Wayland called: "Can I get you anything, Miss Berrie? Would you like some warm water?""What for?" interposed McFarlane, before the girl could reply."To bathe in," replied the youth."To bathe in! If a daughter of mine should ask for warm water to wash with I'd throw her in the creek."Berrie chuckled. "Sometime...
To the youth, though the peaks were storm-hid, the afternoon was joyous. Berrie was a sweet companion. Under her supervision he practised at chopping wood and took a hand at cooking. At her suggestion he stripped the tarpaulin from her father's bed and stretched it over a rope before the tent, thus providing a commodio...
"Isn't it fun?" she responded. "In a way it's nicer on account of the storm. But you are not dressed right; you should have waterproof boots. You never can tell when you may be set afoot. You should always go prepared for rain and snow, and, above all, have an extra pair of thick stockings. Your feet are soaked now, ar...
With a dull ache in his bones, Wayland crept out to the fire and set to work fanning the coals with his hat, as he had seen the Supervisor do. He worked desperately till one of the embers began to angrily sparkle and to smoke. Then slipping away out of earshot he broke an armful of dry fir branches to heap above the we...
By degrees the gorge widened, grew more open, more genial. Aspen thickets of pale-gold flashed upon their eyes like sunlight, and grassy bunches afforded firmer footing, but on the slopes their feet slipped and slid painfully. Still Berea kept her stride. "We must get to the middle fork before dark," she stopped to exp...
After hanging a blanket over the broken window, she set out some cold meat and a half dozen baking-powder biscuits, which she found in the cupboard, and as soon as the coffee was ready she poured it for him; but she would not let him leave the fire. She brought his supper to him and sat beside him while he ate and dran...
Apparently Mrs. Belden did not know that Cliff and Berrie had quarreled, for she treated the girl with maternal familiarity. She was a good-natured, well-intentioned old sloven, but a most renowned tattler, and the girl feared her more than she feared any other woman in the valley. She had always avoided her, but she s...
Speaking aloud, he said: "Miss Moore travels the trail with all known accessories, and I've no doubt she thinks she is a grand campaigner; but I am wondering how she would stand such a trip as that you took last night. I don't believe she could have done as well as I. She's the imitation--you're the real thing."The pra...
"Well, now, daughter, that being the case, it's all the more certain that he don't belong to our world, and you mustn't fix your mind on keeping him here.""A girl can't help fixing her mind, daddy.""Or changing it." He smiled a little. "You used to like Cliff. You liked him well enough to promise to marry him.""I know ...
Berea suffered a restless night, the most painful and broken she had known in all her life. She acknowledged that Siona Moore was prettier, and that she stood more nearly on Wayland's plane than herself; but the realization of this fact did not bring surrender--she was not of that temper. All her life she had been call...
In the end she had her way. McFarlane, perceiving that she had set her heart on this ride, and having perfect faith in her skill and judgment on the trail, finally said: "Well, if you do so, the quicker you start the better. With the best of luck you can't pull in before eight o'clock, and you'll have to ride hard to d...
After leaving the upper lake she turned to the right and followed the course of a swift and splendid stream, which came churning through a cheerless, mossy swamp of spruce-trees. Inexperienced as he was, Wayland knew that this was not a well-marked trail; but his confidence in his guide was too great to permit of any w...
All this was very sweet to her, and though she knew they should be going, she lingered. Childishly reckless of the sinking sun, she played with the wild flowers at her side and listened to his voice in complete content. He was right. The hour was too beautiful to be shortened, although she saw no reason why others equa...
How beautiful he was. He seemed asleep. The conies crying from their runways suddenly took on poignant pathos. They appeared to be grieving with her; but the eagles spoke of revenge.A sharp cry, a note of joy sprang from her lips. "He _is_ alive! I saw his eyelids quiver--quick! Bring some water."The man leaped to his ...
Nash was deeply concerned. "Is that so? Well, that's hard luck. Is he badly hurt?""Well, he had a terrible fall. But he's easier now. I think he's asleep.""May I look in on him?""I don't think you'd better take the time. It's a long, hard ride from here to the station. It will be deep night before you can make it--""Do...
Beneath his joking he was profoundly chagrined. He had hoped by this time to be as sinewy, as alert as Nash, instead of which here he sat, shivering over the fire like a sick girl, his head swollen, his blood sluggish; but this discouragement only increased Berea's tenderness--a tenderness which melted all his reserve....
"I will not have it go that way," he said. "I've brought you only care and unhappiness thus far. I'm an alien--my ways are not your ways.""I can change," she answered. "I hate my ways, and I like yours."As they argued she felt no shame, and he voiced no resentment. She knew his mood. She understood his doubt, his depre...
"He let go, you bet." Her smile came back. "And when he realized what he'd done--_he_ thought Wayland was dead--he began to weaken. Then I took my gun and was all for putting an end to him right there, when I saw Wayland's eyelids move. After that I didn't care what became of Cliff. I told him to ride on and keep a-rid...
"Some of them are here yet," she said. "In fact the most violent of all the opponents to the Service are these old adventurers. I don't think they deserve to be called pioneers. They never did any work in clearing the land or in building homes. Some of them, who own big herds of cattle, still live in dug-outs. They rag...
His letters carried him back into his own world. One was from Will Halliday, who was going with Professor Holsman on an exploring trip up the Nile. "You must join us. Holsman has promised to take you on." Another classmate wrote to know if he did not want to go into a land deal on the Gulf of Mexico. A girl asked: "Are...
He gave her a chair, and took a seat himself before replying. "Yes, I shall tell him all about it, and about you and your father and mother. He shall know how kind you've all been to me."He said this bravely, and at the moment he meant it; but as his father's big, impassive face and cold, keen eyes came back to him his...
"There's only one thing to do," said McFarlane, after a few moments of thought. "You and Berrie and Mrs. McFarlane must get out of here before you are subpoenaed.""And leave you to fight it out alone?" exclaimed his wife. "I shall do nothing of the kind. Berrie and Mr. Norcross can go.""That won't do," retorted McFarla...
Mrs. McFarlane could not rid herself of the resentment with which she suffered this enforced departure; but she had small opportunity to protest, for the wagon bumped and clattered over the stony stretches with a motion which confused as well as silenced her. It was all so humiliating, so unlike the position which she ...
Berrie said nothing, either in acceptance or rejection of his plan. Her mind was concerned with new conceptions, new relationships, and when in the hall he took her face between his hands and said, "Cheer up! All is not lost," she put her arms about his neck and laid her cheek against his breast to hide her tears. "Oh,...
"He's here! I've sent word saying, 'I am lunching in the café with ladies.' I think he'll come round. But don't be afraid of him. He's a good deal rougher on the outside than he is at heart. Of course, he's a bluff old business man, and not at all pretty, and he'll transfix you with a kind of estimating glare as if you...
He interrupted again. "Oh, you can't tell that now. Any marriage is a risk. I don't say he's making a mistake in selecting you. You may be just the woman he needs. Only I want to be consulted. I want to know more about you. He tells me you have taken an active part in the management of the ranch and the forest. Is that...
This etext was prepared by Dennis Schreiner, dcjjj@ix.netcom.comThe Home Book of Verse, Volume 2by Burton Egbert StevensonContents of Volume I of the two volume set are in our Volume 1 This includes contents of Volumes 1 through 4 of our Etext editions.PART IIPOEMS OF LOVEEROSThe sense of the world is short, - Long and...
Tell me more, are women true? Yes, some are, and some as you. Some are willing, some are strange, Since you men first taught to change. And till troth Be in both, All shall love, to love anew.Tell me more yet, can they grieve? Yes, and sicken sore, but live, And be wise, and delay, When you men are wise as they. Then I...
T'other day, as I was twining Roses, for a crown to dine in, What, of all things, 'mid the heap, Should I light on, fast asleep, But the little desperate elf, The tiny traitor, Love, himself! By the wings I picked him up Like a bee, and in a cup Of my wine I plunged and sank him, Then what d'ye think I did? - I drank h...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861]"LOVE HATH A LANGUAGE" From "To My Son"Love hath a language for all years - Fond hieroglyphs, obscure and old - Wherein the heart reads, writ in tears, The tale which never yet was told.Love hath his meter too, to trace Those bounds which never yet were given, - To measure that whi...