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The latter lifted the violin quickly to his shoulder, faced the crowded street, and drew the bow across the strings. There was a great difference now in the playing, and many people paused to listen. There was something which appealed to them in the music which was pouring forth. It stirred their nobler feelings and...
While the sergeant was thus musing, Douglas moved as rapidly as possible along the crowded streets. He wished to get away from the commotion of the throngs that he might consider the thoughts that were uppermost in his mind. Keeping steadily on, he at length reached the street running along the front of the harbour. ...
Douglas realised that this was the best course to pursue and, wet though he was, he sprang ashore and hurried up the street. It took him only a few minutes to reach the drug-store, where he sent in a hurry call for the ambulance. He paid no attention to the curious looks cast upon his drenched figure by several peopl...
"It seems that it has been vacant for some time, and it is most difficult to get any one to go there. By the way, I met Mr. Simon Stubbles at dinner to-night. He is the leading man at Rixton, and the Bishop and I were much impressed with him. He is very wealthy, so I understand; has a large sawmill, and carries on e...
"I'm late for tea," Douglas explained."So am I," Garton returned. "Just before I left the office, I was called down to the drill-shed to make a presentation to one of our men who is about to get married. Kit will be furious with me for staying so long. Women don't like to be kept waiting, you know. Kit doesn't, any...
"Oh, I don't believe it will be as bad as that. The people won't know that I am a clergyman, and they will not think it worth while to bother a farm-hand. I shall be just plain John Handyman to them, and nothing more.""What put such a notion into your head, anyhow?" Garton enquired."I wish to learn what is wrong with...
Such thoughts appealed to Douglas more than ever before, and he meditated upon them as he once more continued on his way. He had been trained to look with suspicion upon people who held such views, but now he realised how attractive they were, and worthy of more careful consideration. Life, after all, was not summed ...
They got a fair start and bounded over the field like two greyhounds slipped from the leash. Shoulder to shoulder they ran, and by the time they reached the tree there was not the slightest difference between them. They both strove for the advantage of the upper ground in drawing near the elm, with the result that th...
"Oh, I can tell by your hands. They are not hard and rough like Jake's, for instance, and your face is not burnt as if you had been out working in the sun."Douglas smiled, and held up his hands for inspection."Please do not judge by these," he replied, "but rather by my brain, heart and feet. They are all pretty well...
Lost in such thoughts, he forgot all about his intended swim. He left the old pine tree and slowly retraced his steps along the shore. It was dark by the time he reached the house. He felt tired after his day's work, and was glad to go at once to the little bedroom which Mrs. Jukes had prepared for his use.CHAPTER V...
Douglas had no trouble in locating the shoe-maker's shop, where he found Joe Benton busy half-soleing a pair of men's boots. He was a man past sixty, grey-haired, and with a smooth-shaven face. His eyes were what arrested Douglas' attention. They were honest eyes, which looked clear and straight into his. There the...
He strolled over to the rectory, and walked through the fields. How he longed to repair the building and cultivate the land. He pictured to himself the vegetables he might raise, and how the whole place could be made a most delightful spot. With a suitable housekeeper, he could have a happy home, visiting his people...
When Douglas reached Joe's place, he was surprised to find the door of his little shop partly open. Peering in, he saw the old man in his accustomed place, with his head buried in his hands. Thinking that he might be sick, Douglas entered and asked him what was the matter. Somewhat startled, Joe lifted his head and D...
"Oh, I heard you," she laughingly began. "You thought you were alone, did you?""I certainly did," Douglas replied. "But I am delighted to see you, as I was getting tired of my own company. Do you like music?""I like yours, oh, so much! I can never forget the first time I heard you play.""Heard me play!" Douglas rep...
"It is the re-writing and revising of my notes on the plays of Shakespeare. It is well advanced now, and a noted publisher, a special friend of mine, will publish it as soon as it is completed.""You must have found your blindness a great handicap, sir.""You and others might think so," and the old man smiled. "But the...
It was not easy for Douglas to get to sleep that night. He thought much about the Bentons and their anxiety over their wayward daughter. How sad it was that a young life should be so quickly and easily ruined in the city. He knew that there were many such cases, of mere girls, carefully reared, who were drawn to the ...
"You look big and strong enough," and Stubbles viewed him from head to foot. "Say, are you the chap who beat Jake in a wrestling bout lately?""So you heard about that little encounter, did you?""Oh, yes, I naturally hear of such things sooner or later. But what are you doing here, anyway? You don't look like a man w...
It was after nine before the dance in the hall at the Corner began. Douglas was there early, and he watched with much interest the arrival of the various young couples. He did not know any of them, and as he sat back in one corner he mused upon their lives, and wondered how many of them would be members of his flock i...
But Ben hesitated. He found himself in a fix, and did not know how to get out of the tangle. His bluffs had always been effective in the past, and no one had dared to oppose him simply because he was Simon Stubbles' son. But here was a man, a stranger, who looked very big to him, just then, standing before him and c...
"My Jean is not to blame," he cried. "She is as innocent as a child. Some villain has injured her, and I must find him. And when I do----""You will forgive him," Douglas added, as Joe paused for lack of suitable words to express his wrath."Forgive him! Why should I forgive a man who has ruined my lass?""Because you ...
There were many questions Douglas wished to ask this entertaining woman, but just then a noise was heard outside, and at once the door was pushed open and the shoe-maker entered. His hat was gone, his clothes were torn, and his hands and face were bleeding. He stood near the door trembling in every limb, and looking ...
It was near evening and they were hauling in the last load of hay from the field near the road, when an auto, bearing several men, sped past."It's Ben bringin' the delegation from the station," Jake explained, as he watched the rapidly disappearing car."What delegation?" Douglas queried."Why, didn't I tell ye?" Jake as...
Here Dr. Rannage paused, and slowly lifted a glass of water to his lips, after which he produced a large silk handkerchief and deliberately wiped his mouth. When the handkerchief had been carefully stowed away in the tail of his long coat, he once more looked over the audience."We bear to-night a message from your Bis...
"He made a mess of it, he surely did," a man was saying. "What does he know about the country?""Nuthin'," his companion replied. "What were them funny things he wore on his legs? I would like to see him out in the----"Douglas could not hear his closing words. But the comments of others were of a similar nature, and...
"A busy time for you, I see," Douglas replied, glancing toward the table. "Those pies look very tempting.""Oh, yes, it makes me hustle all right to fill Empty. I often tell him he's well named, fer I never saw any one who eats as much as he does.""All mothers say the same thing, don't they? Growing lads need plenty ...
"I must go now," he remarked. "It would not do for me to keep you up late.""That's always the way," Nan pouted."Next time I come we shall have a long talk," Douglas promised.Nell showed Douglas to the door. He was glad of this, as it gave him an opportunity to deliver Mrs. Dempster's message."Is Jean very ill?" Nell ...
Suddenly there came to him the realisation that Nell Strong was the one woman in the whole world he wanted. His heart cried out for her, and the idea of her becoming the wife of Ben Stubbles was almost more than he could endure. For the first time in his life he was in love, and with a beautiful woman, who in some un...
Nell looked at her sister for a few seconds in an effort to comprehend the meaning of it all. Then the truth flashed upon her mind. "I am so glad I gave him that pick-handle," she said to herself. "I felt that an attack would be made upon him." To her sister, however, she merely said,"Sit down, Nan, and tell me wha...
"Ah, I know where you got your information," he twitted. "I understand why you won't have anything more to do with me. It's Jake Jukes' hired man who is at the bottom of all this. Ah, I know. He's been around here with his damn oily ways. That's the secret of the whole thing. Oh, I understand it all now.""You thin...
At once a new light came into her eyes. There was One who had promised to help. Why had she forgotten Him? Kneeling down by the side of her bed, she prayed as she had never prayed before. And as she thus knelt, a new peace stole into her heart, and it seemed to her as if a divine presence pervaded the room, bringin...
"Worse than dead," was the low reply. "Oh, if she were only dead! God help my Jean, my darling Jean!"Joe's face was drawn and haggard. His eyes were red as if they had been rubbed hard and long. His body trembled so violently that Douglas feared that he might collapse where he stood."Won't you sit down?" he asked. ...
"I am not lying, Ben Stubbles. There were eyes watching your every action that night on Long Wharf; there were ears listening to what you said, and but for these hands of mine Jean Benton would be dead, and you would now be arrested for murdering her.""You! You heard, and saw, and saved her!" Ben gasped, shrinking b...
Very gently and with considerable skill Douglas washed and dressed the injured arm. He made no comment about the nature of the wound, though it was not hard for him to surmise in what way it had been inflicted. He saw where the knife had pierced the soft flesh, and his hands trembled slightly as he thought how serious...
"It was ruin to us," Nell continued. "For a while I thought father would go out of his mind, he felt so badly. Then, to add to our trouble, Nan became ill, and it took our last dollar to pay the doctor and other expenses. At length, we were forced to mortgage the place to Mr. Stubbles to pay our grocery bill which h...
It was well for him that he could not see into the hearts and minds of the others in the room. Nan was lost in a story book she had borrowed from a girl friend that very afternoon; while Nell's thoughts were not upon the wonders of Shakespeare, but upon the events of the day. Douglas tried to pay strict attention to w...
As the door went through, Douglas and his companions sprang from their hiding place, bounded toward the house and fell upon the attackers like a whirlwind. Douglas' blood was up, and he delivered telling blows to right and left."Here I am," he cried, as he gave Tom Totten a punch under the ear, which sent him reeling ...
"Yes, I suppose so," Douglas assented. "But don't you fail to come when you're called. We have all these witnesses to what you have said to-night. You may go now."CHAPTER XXIICOMPELLED TO SERVEDouglas and his companions stayed for some time after Tom and Pete left. There was much to talk about, and Nell had to go u...
"Well, then, it is about time he was getting to work. I shall give him a case this very afternoon. I am going to lay a complaint before him about last night's affair.""Ye are?" Jake asked in surprise. "I wish ye luck, but I'm afraid ye won't accomplish much.""Why?""H'm, that's easy to explain. Hen Hawkins is under ...
"I did not wish to miss the service," Douglas replied. "I thought you might like me to play a little," and he pointed to the violin which he had placed upon the table."I fear there will be no service this morning," and a troubled expression came into Mrs. Benton's eyes as she spoke. "Joe's been very strange of late, ...
"And nothing will cheer her up?""Nuthin' that me an' Empty kin do an' say, so that's the reason why I sent fer you. I thought mebbe a little music might have some effect. I've heard read from the Bible in church that when old King Saul was down in the dumps, an' dear knows he deserved to be, the cloud passed from his ...
When Mrs. Dempster had finished her dinner, she rose to her feet and informed Douglas that she was ready to take him to see Jean."You jist make yerself comfortable, Joe, an' I'll be back in a jiffy. Lean aginst that tree an' rest ye'r poor old back. It's always good to have something to lean aginst. Since John died E...
"And are you willing to let him go free that he may do the same villainous things in the future that he has done in the past? A word from you will stir the parish to its very depths. If the people only knew what Ben did to you at Long Wharf that night, they would rise and drive him from the place. If I told what I k...
"The hull people'll not be aginst ye," and Jake brought his big fist down upon the kitchen table with a bang. "Mebbe they'll have a few things to say if Hen Hawkins isn't on the square. I know that him an' the Stubbles eat out of the same trough. But great punkins! they'll dance on the same griddle if they're not ke...
The Squire now was in a worse fix than ever. He mopped his perspiring forehead with a big handkerchief and looked helplessly around. He longed for the platform to open and swallow him up. But no such miraculous relief was granted. The issue was before him, and he knew he had to face it."I--I think I shall reserve j...
"I am calling upon one now to see the finish," was the laconic reply. "If he doesn't take a hand in the matter at once there'll soon be a finish to the chief actor. You can't do anything when British justice is perverted through cowardice and partiality. Simon Stubbles rules the parish, and will continue to rule it i...
When the cocoa had been made and brought into the study, Mrs. Garton looked quizzically at Douglas."If I met you on the street I would not recognise you," she remarked."So that's the way you treat your friends, is it!" her husband bantered."Oh, I don't mean that, Charles," she protested. "But I never saw Mr. Stanton d...
The wharf near the store was the stated place of meeting, and there, just after sundown, the men of Rixton gathered. They came in little groups without any noise or clamour. Squire Hawkins, at first, had no idea of their intentions, but thought that they had come merely to meet the evening steamer. But as the crowd ...
Douglas did not go home with Jake, but parted from him at the road leading to the professor's house. He wished to see Nell, as he had many things to tell her.He received a hearty welcome, and felt very much at home as he sat by the professor's side and told him about his visit to the city, and of his return to Rixton ...
"I know it," and Stubbles' eyes dropped. "I would not be in this position to-day but for my family. My daughters, I regret to say, have not been as careful as they might have been, but my son is really the one who has ruined me. He has spent my money lavishly and extravagantly, and though I have reasoned with him ma...
This was just what Garton wanted, and an amused twinkle danced in his eyes. He hesitated, however, for a few seconds as if lost in deep thought."Very well, then, Mr. Hawkins," he at length replied, "if you are willing to make a public acknowledgment of your wrong decision, I will take no notice this time. As you know...
Nell was as greatly interested as her father and Nan. But through all the excitement she could not banish Douglas from her heart and mind, and she wondered what had become of him. She could not easily forget the last time she had seen him in company with the lawyer. She recalled how he had turned as the car was whir...
"I cannot tell you now. But it is a great work to which I am going, and some day you will be proud of me, and so will the people of Rixton. They scorn me now, and they surely have good reason for doing so.""But, Jean darling, you will tell us where you are going before you leave, will you not?" her father asked. "You...
Here she stopped and looked out over the river. The water was as clear as glass, and she could see her reflection in the clear depths. Nell believed she was safe here from all interruption, for those who had been at church would go home by the main road. Her mind was greatly agitated, and after a while she sat down ...
"Now you are cornering me," Douglas laughed. "Yes, I confess I was afraid of the questions you might ask about my strange behaviour in coming to Rixton in disguise. I felt that you were offended, and so great was my love, I was in no mood to have parts of the Catechism hurled at me. Just imagine my standing before y...
Produced by D Alexander, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)"NO CLUE!"_A Mystery Story_BYJAMES HAY, JR.AUTHOR OF "THE WINNING CLUE," "THE MELWOOD MYSTERY"[Illustration: Publisher's logo]...
"Yes! Look at it!" she taunted viciously, and waved the envelope before his eyes. "Sloanehurst!"Taking up his hat, he went with her to the elevator.IITHE WOMAN ON THE LAWNMr. Jefferson Hastings, unsuspecting that he was about to be confronted with the most brutal crime in all his experience, regretted having come to "S...
Hastings, thoroughly absorbed in the work before him, went about it swiftly, with now and then brief, murmured comment on what he did and saw. Although his ample night-shirt, stuffed into his equally baggy trousers, contributed nothing but comicality to his appearance, the others submitted without question to his domin...
"I had decided to turn about and go indoors when I was conscious of some movement, or slight sound, directly in front of me, and downward, at my feet. I got that impression.""What movement? You mean the sound of a fall?""No; not that exactly.""A footstep?""No. I hadn't any definite idea what sort of noise it was. I did...
He stopped, hearing light footfalls coming down the hall. There was the swish of silk, a little outcry half-repressed, and Lucille Sloane stood in the doorway. One hand was at her breast, the other against the door-frame, to steady her tall, slightly swaying figure. Her hair, a pyramid on her head, as if the black, hea...
"Oh-h-h!" The exclamation had the hint of a sob in it; she was close to the end of her strength. "I'm a little uncertain about that. Can't you help me there? I want the real criminal found soon, immediately, as soon as possible. I want you to work on that. And, in the meantime, I want you to protect us--father--do thin...
He took off his spectacles and, screwing into his right eye a jeweller's glass, studied it for several minutes. If he made an important discovery, he did not communicate it to Crown."It made an ugly hole," was all he said."You see the blood on it?" Crown prompted."Oh, yes; lucky the rain stopped when it did.""When did ...
Her voice was harsh, metallic, free of emotion. There was nothing about her indicative of grief. She did not look as if she had been weeping. He could learn nothing from her manner; it was extremely matter-of-fact, and chilly. Only, in her eyes he saw suspicion--perhaps, he reflected, suspicion was always in her eyes.H...
With surprising swiftness he took a triangular piece of paper from his breast pocket and held it before her."Might that be the flap of that grey envelope?"She inspected it, while he kept hold of it."Very possibly."Without leaving her chair, she turned and put back the lid of a rickety little desk in the corner immediat...
There was no doubt of her emotion now. She stood in a strange attitude, leaning a little toward him in the upper part of her body, as if all her strength were consciously directed into her shoulders and neck. She seemed larger in her arms and shoulders; they, with her head and face, were, he thought, the most vivid par...
"I thought you might explain," she continued hurriedly, preceding him down the hall toward her father's room, "that you will do exactly what I asked you to do--see that the mysterious part of this terrible affair, if there is any mystery in it--see that it's cleared up promptly. Please tell him you'll act for us in dea...
"Serious business! Serious saints!--Jarvis, the eau de cologne!--You think I don't know it? They make a slaughter-house of my lawn. They make a morgue of my house. They hold a coroner's inquest in my parlour. They're in there now--live people like ravens, and one dead one. They cheat the undertaker to plague me. They w...
"See here, Arthur," he protested, nodding Hastings an invitation to remain; "you know as much about crime as Hastings and I. If you've thought about this murder at all, you must see what it is. If Russell isn't guilty--if he's not the man, that crime was committed shrewdly, with forethought. And it was a devilish thing...
"I thought she would kill me, or somebody else would, and she knew it. I got the idea that she was like a crazy woman, out of her head about Webster, ready to do anything desperate, anything wild. I can't explain it any better than that.""And did you leave her?""Yes, sir.""At once?""Practically. A sort of panic got hol...
He proceeded with that definite design: at an opportune time, he would guide the narrative, take it out of Webster's hands, and find out what he wanted to know, not merely what the young lawyer wanted to tell. He recognized the necessity of breaking down the shell of self-control that overlaid the suspected man's uneas...
Webster, again with his queer, high-pitched laugh, like derision, threw back his head and took two long strides toward the centre of the room. There he stood a moment, hands in his pockets, while he stared at the toe of his right shoe, which he was carefully adjusting to a crack in the flooring.Judge Wilton made his ch...
The effect on the collapsing man was, in a way, magical. He stood erect in response to the blow, his elbows no longer seeking support on the piano. He got his eyes away from Hastings and looked at the judge as a man coming out of a sound sleep might have done. For a few seconds, he had one hand over his mouth, as if, b...
"I'll see what I can do," he finally agreed. "According to you, it may appear--people may suspect--that Webster's guilty or shielding somebody else; and Arthur's guilty or shielding Webster!"When Mr. Crown reached the porch, they were discussing Webster's condition, and Hastings, with the aid of the judge's penknife, w...
"Are you quite sure you don't want me to give it up? Judge Wilton has asked me twice, out of politeness, not to give it up. Are you merely being polite?"She smiled, looking tired, and shook her head."Really, Mr. Hastings, if you were to desert us now, I should be desperate--altogether. Desperate! Just that.""I can't de...
"I must go back to Friday--the night before last--it seems months ago! I had heard that Berne had become involved in some sort of relationship with his stenographer--that she had been dismissed from his office and refused to accept the dismissal as final. I mean, of course, I heard she was in love with him, and he'd be...
"I know--I tell you, Mr. Hastings, I _know_ neither Berne nor father is at all responsible for this crime. I tell you," she repeated, rising to her feet, as if by mere physical height she hoped to impress her knowledge upon him, "I _know_ they're innocent.--Don't _you_ know it?"She stood looking down at him, her whole ...
The assistant was already half-way to the door. He knew that a floor an inch deep in chips from his employer's whittling indicated laborious mental gropings by the old man. It was no time for superfluous words."After dinner," Hastings instructed, "relieve Gore--at the Walman. Thanks."As Hendricks went out, there was an...
He saw at once that her anger of yesterday was as nothing to the storming rage which shook her now. Every line of her face revealed malignity. The eyebrows were drawn higher on her forehead, nearer to the wave of white hair that showed under her black hat. The nostrils dilated and contracted with indescribable rapidity...
"I'll be honest with you," Hastings admitted, unmoved by the other's grand manner. "I've wondered about that--whether you thought a judge had a right to do a thing of that sort."Wilton's hand, clenched on the edge of the desk, shook perceptibly."Did you think that, judge?" the detective persisted.The judge hesitated."I...
They were in the rose garden, in the shade of a little arbor from whose roof the great red flowers drooped almost to the girl's hair. He was acutely aware of the pathetic contrast between her white, ravaged face and the surrounding scene, the fragrance, the roses of every colour swaying to the slow breeze of late after...
She moved back, farther from him. She was not to be rushed into--anything. She made him appreciate the difficulty of "getting next" to her. He no longer felt fear of her imposing on him--she had just exposed, for his benefit, how Hastings had played on his credulity! He felt grateful to her for that. His only anxiety n...
Impelled to put this fresh bewilderment into words, he was stayed by the restless, brilliant eyes with which she seemed to penetrate his lumbering mind. He was afraid of losing her cooperation. She was too valuable an ally to affront. He kept quiet.She brought him back to her purpose."Then, you agree with me? You think...
"I'm not trying to put anything over on you," the detective assured him. "Fact is, I'm out here for the newspaper men. They've had nothing from him; they've asked me to get his story. I'll give it to you before I see them. What do you say?"Crown still hesitated."If, after you've heard it," Hastings added, "you want to ...
"You talk about arresting Webster right away--or Sloane," he began, suddenly confiding. "You wouldn't want to make a mistake--would you?"Crown rose to that. "Why? What do you know--specially?""Well, not so much, maybe. But it's worth thinking about. I'll give you the facts--confidentially, of course.--Hub Hill's about ...
"I--I," the girl finally attained a quick, flurried utterance, "want to thank you for--for having this--this talk with me.""What do you want to talk about, Miss Sloane?"The low, metallic voice was neither friendly nor hostile. It expressed, more than anything else, a sardonic, bullying self-sufficiency.It both angered ...
She broke the sentence. Mrs. Brace had put up her hand, and now held her head to one side, listening.There was a step clearly audible outside, in the main hall. The next moment the doorbell rang. They sat motionless. When the bell rang again, Mrs. Brace informed her with a look that she would not answer it.But the ring...
Her left hand--or, perhaps, her elbow; in the blinding, benumbing flash of consternation, she did not know which--touched the pile of magazines on the table that was set against the door-frame. The magazines did not fall to the floor, but the fluttering of the loose cover of the one on top made a noise.She fled, taking...
But this time the mutinous sobs came crowding past her lips. She could not finish the inquiry she had begun.XVIIITHE MAN WHO RODE AWAYIt was early in the afternoon of Wednesday when Mr. Hastings, responding to the prolonged ringing of his telephone, took the receiver off the hook and found himself in communication with...
He sealed the envelope into which he put that, and, addressing it to Hendricks, left it lying on the table.At the station he bought the afternoon newspapers and turned to Eugene Russell's statement, made to the reporters immediately after his arrest. It ran:"I repeat that I'm innocent of the murder. Of course, I made a...
She was silent, her restless eyes gazing at the wall over his head. He watched her, and glanced only at intervals at the wood he was aimlessly shaving."Of course," she said, after a while, looking at him with a speculative, deliberating air, "you've deduced and pieced this together. You've a woman's intuition--comprehe...
"That's better," she said, determined to assert her individuality of action. "You're not forcing me into this, you know. I'm doing it, after thinking it out to the last detail--for my own satisfaction."XXDENIAL OF THE CHARGEHastings, fully appreciating the value of surprise, had instructed Mrs. Brace to communicate non...
"Just now, as soon as he got excited, he mechanically fubbed out his cigar. It's a habit of his--whenever he's in a close corner. He did it during the interview I had with him and Webster in the music room last Sunday morning--when, in fact, something dangerous to him came up. He did it again when I was talking to him ...
Hastings slowly paced the floor as he talked, his hands clasped behind him and now and then moving the tail of his coat up and down. He glanced at Mrs. Brace over the rims of his spectacles, his eyes shrewd and keen. He showed an unmistakable self-satisfaction, like the elation Wilton had detected in his bearing on two...
"That, Crown," Hastings denounced, "is a confession! Knowing he's caught, he's got the insolence to whine for mercy because of his 'sufferings'! Think of it! The thing of which he boasts is the thing for which he deserves death--since death is supposed to be the supreme punishment. He tells us, in self-congratulatory t...
E-text prepared by Al HainesAN ARROW IN A SUNBEAMAnd Other Tales.[Illustration: cover art][Illustration: "MOVE ANOTHER INCH AND I'LL FIRE!" CRIED AL, POINTING THE MUSKET AT THE MAN'S BREAST.--P. 48.]London: William Nicholson and Sons, 20, Warwick Square, Paternoster Row, E.C., and Albion Works, Wakefield. 188-AN ARROWI...
"Oh, don't speak of it again!" said Grace blushing deeply and half-ready to cry, as she untied the package in her hand, while Lucy unpinned the paper that held the bonnet."Put them up, please, young ladies. I cannot look on them, and I never could wear them. When you first came, I told Walter that I felt as if a sunb...
The side of her conservatory was now close upon the sidewalk, and this certainly was not agreeable. She could not think of putting on her big gardening-apron, and going in to work among her dear plants any more, with all the world staring in at her as it went by. John the coachman, who had charge of the greenhouse, w...
"You know I have been worrying about the cold weather a-coming, and my rheumatics; and I was afeared to change my stand, on account of losing custom. Well, to-day it all come over me to once that I might move down a piece on Grant Place,--that new street that's cut through to St. Mary. I've noticed for some time past...
After this, Miss Sydney could not keep up her old interest in her own affairs. She felt restless and dissatisfied, and wondered how she could have done the same things over and over so contentedly for so many years. You may be sure, that, if Grant Place had been unthought of, she would have lived on in the same fashi...
"But I don't know that she is so much to be pitied," said Mrs. Thorne, smiling at the enthusiastic tone. "She must have everything she wants. She lives all alone, and hasn't any intimate friends, but, if a person chooses such a life, why, what can we do? What made you think of her?""I have been trying to think of one...
"It was during the Christmas holidays, and all of the boys had gone home except two brothers, named Fred and Albert Kobb, and myself. They were obliged to stay during the vacation because their parents were spending the season in Florida, and I,--well, as you know, my home was at a distance, and we were poor, so I rem...