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30	THE QUENCHING OF QUIPAI.	The cottage at Alta Vista had expanded little by little into a long, single storied flat-roofed house, shaded by palm-trees and set in a fair garden, which looked all the brighter from its contrast with the brown and herbless hill-sides that uprose around it. In the after part of the day on which I discovered the the...	{ "id": "14779" }
31	NORTH BY WEST.	Besides Yawl and his helpers, we found on the beach about thirty men and women, the saved of two thousand. Among them was one of the priests ordained by the abbé. All had lived in the lower part of the oasis, and when the volcano began spouting water, after the third earthquake, they fled to the coast and so escaped. T...	{ "id": "14779" }
32	FOUND OUT.	When I awoke it was broad daylight, Yawl at the helm, the sloop bowling along at a great rate before a fresh breeze. But, to my utter surprise, there was no land in sight. "How is this, Yawl?" I asked; "we are out of doors. How have you been steering?" "The course you laid down sir, nor' by west." "That is imposs...	{ "id": "14779" }
33	GRIEF AND PAIN.	It was even worse than I feared. Reckoning neither on a longer voyage than five or six days nor on being so far from the coast that, in case of emergency, we could not obtain fresh supplies, we had used both provisions and water rather recklessly, and now I found that of the latter we had no more than, at our recent ra...	{ "id": "14779" }
34	OLD FRIENDS AND A NEW FOE.	I had made up my mind to see Carmen, if he still lived; and finding at Chagres a schooner bound for La Guayra I took passages in her for myself and Ramon, all the more willingly as the captain proposed to put in at Curaçoa. It occurred to me that Van Voorst, the Dutch merchant in whose hands I had left six hundred poun...	{ "id": "14779" }
35	A NOVEL WAGER.	Three days afterward Carmen, apprised by his wife of my arrival, returned to Caracas, and I became their guest, greatly to my satisfaction, for the duel with Griscelli, besides making me temporarily famous, had brought me so many friends and invitations that I knew not how to dispose of them. In discussing the incide...	{ "id": "14779" }
36	EPILOGUE.	It is scarcely necessary to observe that the deciphering of Mr. Fortescue's notes and the writing of his memoirs were not done in a day. There were gaps to be filled up, obscure passages to be elucidated, and parts of several chapters and the whole of the last were written to his dictation, so that the summer came and ...	{ "id": "14779" }
1	None	Lay your course south-east half east from the Campanella. If the weather is what it should be in late summer you will have a fresh breeze on the starboard quarter from ten in the morning till four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Sail straight across the wide gulf of Salerno, and when you are over give the Licosa Poin...	{ "id": "15187" }
2	None	"We shall never see him again," said Ruggiero, stopping at last and looking back over the stone wall he had just cleared. Sebastiano listened intently. He was not tall enough to see over, but his ears were sharp. "I do not hear him any more," he answered. "I hurt my hands on his nose," he added, thoughtfully, as he...	{ "id": "15187" }
3	None	Ten years have passed since the ever-memorable day on which the Children of the King hurt their fists so badly in battering Don Pietro Casale's sharp nose. They are big, bony men, now, with strongly marked features, short yellow hair and fair beards. So far they are alike, and at first sight might be taken for twin bro...	{ "id": "15187" }
4	None	Ruggiero found out before long that his master for the summer was eccentric in his habits, judging from the Sorrentine point of view in regard to order and punctuality. Ruggiero's experience of fine gentlemen was limited indeed, but he could not believe that they all behaved like San Miniato, whose temper was apparentl...	{ "id": "15187" }
5	None	San Miniato did not possess that peculiar and common form of vanity which makes a man sensitive about doing badly what he has never learned to do at all. He laughed when Ruggiero advised him to luff a little, and he did as he was told. But Ruggiero came aft and perched himself on the stern in order to be at hand in cas...	{ "id": "15187" }
6	None	While the little party sat at table, the sailors gathered together at a distance among the rocks, and presently the strong red light of their fire shot up through the shadows, lending new contrasts to the scene. And there they slung their kettle on an oar and patiently waited for the water to boil, while the man known ...	{ "id": "15187" }
7	None	"I THOUGHT I was never to see you again," observed the Marchesa, as Beatrice and San Miniato came to her side. "Judging from your calm, you were bearing the separation with admirable fortitude," answered the Count. "Dearest friend, one has to bear so much in this life!" Beatrice stood beside the table, resting on...	{ "id": "15187" }
8	None	It was late on the following morning when the Marchesa came out upon her curtained terrace, moving slowly, her hands hanging listlessly down, her eyes half closed, as though regretting the sleep she might be still enjoying. Beatrice was sitting by a table, an open book beside her which she was not reading, and she hard...	{ "id": "15187" }
9	None	After what had happened on the previous evening Ruggiero had expected that Beatrice would treat him very differently. He had assuredly not foreseen that she would call him from his seat by the porter's lodge, ask an important service of him, and then enter into conversation with him about the origin of his family and t...	{ "id": "15187" }
10	None	Bastianello sat still in his boat, but he no longer looked to seaward, facing the breeze. He kept an eye on the pier, looking out for his brother, who had not appeared since the midday meal. The piece of information he had just received was worth communicating, for it raised Teresina very much in the eyes of Bastianell...	{ "id": "15187" }
11	None	Again the mother and daughter were together in the cool shade of their terrace. Outside, it was very hot, for the morning breeze did not yet stir the brown linen curtains which kept out the glare of the sea, and myriads of locusts were fiddling their eternal two notes without pause or change of pitch, in every garden f...	{ "id": "15187" }
12	None	Beatrice did not speak again as she slowly walked up the steep ascent to the hotel. Bastianello and Teresina exchanged a word now and then in a whisper and Ruggiero came last, watching the dark outline of Beatrice's graceful figure, against the bright light which shone outside at the upper end of the tunnel. Many confu...	{ "id": "15187" }
1	THE FARMER'S WIFE.	It is an evening in June, and the skies that have been weeping of late, owing to some calamity best known to themselves, have suddenly dried their eyes, and called up a smile to enliven their gloomy countenances. The farmers, who have been shaking their heads at sight of the unmown grass, and predicting a bad hay-harve...	{ "id": "15315" }
2	THE FARMER.	The rainbow was a true prophet; the sun that went down so gloriously last night amid the half-dried tears of a lately weeping earth, has arisen this morning with a resolution to dry up all the remaining tears, and to make the Sabbath as it should be--a day of rejoicing. Sunrise amongst the hills and valleys! I wish we ...	{ "id": "15315" }
3	THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER.	'Nobody has come for that poor girl, Netta, and I have'n't the heart to send her away,' said Mrs Prothero to her only daughter Janetta, towards the close of the Sunday, the morning of which we noticed in the last chapter. 'I am sure, mother, you have been plagued quite enough with her already. You have neither been t...	{ "id": "15315" }
4	THE MISER.	Whilst Mr Gwynne is reading his sermon, and Mrs Prothero is nursing the mendicant Gladys, an event is passing in the neighbouring country-town, involving matters of interest to her, and those belonging to her. In a small bedroom over a little huckster's shop, an old man lies dangerously ill. By his side is seated a mid...	{ "id": "15315" }
5	THE FARMER'S SON.	At about ten o'clock on Monday morning Miss Gwynne rode up to the door of Glanyravon Farm, and, dismounting, entered the house. She was attended by a groom, and told him that she should not be long. 'How is that poor girl, Netta?' were her first words on entering the house. 'Very ill indeed, I believe,' said Netta,...	{ "id": "15315" }
6	THE MISER'S WIFE.	'I must have money,' said Howel Jenkins as he sat alone with his mother in their little parlour, the evening after Mrs Prothero had left them. 'My dear, there will be plenty when we can find it, be you sure of that. I do know well enough that your poor father was having a chest full, only he was keeping his door lock...	{ "id": "15315" }
7	THE SQUIRE.	The dinners at Glanyravon were always unexceptionable. Mr Gwynne was a bit of an epicure, and kept a capital cook, and his daughter liked to see everything done in good style. Even Mrs. Jonathan Prothero declared that the dinner-parties at her cousin's, Sir Philip Payne Perry's, were scarcely more agreeable or better m...	{ "id": "15315" }
8	THE MISER'S SON.	It was Sunday evening, and all the inmates of Glanyravon Farm were either at church or chapel, with the exception of Netta and one of the servants, who remained to watch the sick Gladys. Netta said she had a headache, and preferred staying at home. By way of curing it she put on her best bonnet and went for a walk. As ...	{ "id": "15315" }
9	THE IRISH BEGGAR.	Glanyravon farm was anything but a quiet home during the ensuing week. Mrs Prothero thought it right to inform her husband of what had passed; and he blustered and raged even more than he had ever done about the Irish beggars. Everybody thought proper to try to convert Netta, but none of them knew the indomitable obsti...	{ "id": "15315" }
10	THE SQUIRE'S DAUGHTER.	'You will oblige me by remaining at home this evening, my dear,' said Mr Gwynne to his daughter. 'That I assuredly shall, papa,' was the reply, 'for dear Miss Hall is coming to-day, and that princess of bores, Miss Nugent, has invited herself to tea. I certainly do wish Rowland Prothero would fall in love with her. S...	{ "id": "15315" }
11	THE SAILOR.	Argument and persuasion were alike thrown away upon Netta Prothero. She would make no promises, no concessions; she stood her ground with the obstinacy of a Cadwallader. Her father stormed for about a week, when he got tired of the subject and of Netta's resolute manner and cross face, and gave it up. He heard that How...	{ "id": "15315" }
12	THE SEMPSTRESS.	Owen Prothero, like his sister Netta, had been very much spoilt by his father during his childhood and boyhood. Indeed it would have been difficult not to have spoilt him. Handsome in person, and frank in manners, he was a general favourite. His uncle, the vicar, quite idolised him, and would have lavished a fortune on...	{ "id": "15315" }
13	THE WIDOW.	'Whose grand groom is that, half afraid to ride through the yard?' asked Mr Prothero, as he and his son Owen were standing by the big wheat-mow, awaiting the arrival of a load of corn. 'I'll go and see what he wants,' said Owen, and off he went. He returned, bearing a note for his father. 'He says he is Mr Griffi...	{ "id": "15315" }
14	THE MILLIONAIRE.	Nearly a twelvemonth passed, and an autumn morning again hovered over Glanyravon Farm. It would seem that all the inmates of the homestead were sleeping; but there was one already awake and moving furtively about. It was Netta, not usually such an early riser. The curtains of her trim little bed and window were drawn a...	{ "id": "15315" }
15	THE MILLIONAIRE'S WIFE.	'Don't you be taking on so, Netta, fach! if you do be crying this way, your eyes 'll be as red as carrots, and Howel 'ont like it.' 'Oh! Aunt 'Lisbeth, I can't help thinking of mother, and how she is vexing about me.' 'Look you at yourself in the glass, Netta, fach! and you 'ont be vexing any more. I never was seei...	{ "id": "15315" }
16	THE SERVANT.	We must now leave Netta and her husband for a time, and return to the morning when Netta left her home to go forth in search of a new one. The breakfast-table was spread at the farm, and all were assembled except Netta. 'Owen, go and call Netta,' said Mr Prothero, seating himself before some smoking rashers of baco...	{ "id": "15315" }
17	THE COLONEL.	The next day it was evident to every one that Mrs Prothero was very ill. She had never had any very extraordinary misfortunes or troubles, and the elopement of an only daughter was an event to her so dreadful and unexpected that it seemed as bad, or worse, than her death. As nothing more was to be gleaned concerning Ne...	{ "id": "15315" }
18	THE NURSE.	Mrs Prothero continued very ill, and the doctor said there was no chance of her amendment until her mind was more at ease. Four days had passed, and no intelligence of Netta. Each day found her worse than the preceding, and brain fever was apprehended. Gladys nursed her day and night. Mr Prothero stormed and lamented b...	{ "id": "15315" }
19	THE CURATE.	Although it was a bright autumn morning, the stillness of death hovered over Glanyravon Farm. There was scarcely a sound to be heard within or without. The men in the yard moved about like spectres, and work was suspended in the harvest fields; whispers circulated from bedroom to kitchen, and from kitchen to outhouse, ...	{ "id": "15315" }
20	THE HEIRESS.	Glanyravon Park lay, as we have said, in the parish of which Mr Jonathan Prothero was vicar, but as the parish and park were large, the house was three or four miles from the church; and it was on account of this distance of Glanyravon and its dependencies from church and school, that Miss Gwynne had induced her father...	{ "id": "15315" }
21	THE BROTHERS.	During this short conversation between Rowland and Miss Gwynne, Gladys was still playing with the children at no great distance from them. With all a woman's penetration, she had guessed Rowland's secret during his mother's illness, and had perceived no symptoms of attachment on the part of Miss Gwynne; and now, with a...	{ "id": "15315" }
22	THE GOVERNESS.	'Only a curate!' exclaimed Miss Gwynne, as she and Miss Hall were discussing Rowland's presumption the following morning. 'Still, a gentleman,' replied Miss Hall quietly. 'The son of one of my father's tenants; a farmer's son!' 'Still, a gentleman!' 'The ninety-ninth attempt on Glanyravon, and, happily, an unsu...	{ "id": "15315" }
23	THE PREACHER.	As Mr Jonathan Prothero's sprain proved to be a very bad one, Rowland was obliged to undertake his weekly as well as his Sunday duty, and being summoned to the vicarage early on Saturday morning for a wedding, and finding other clerical duty in the afternoon, he had no time to revise his sermon until the morning on whi...	{ "id": "15315" }
24	THE LOVER.	Spring came round again, and Owen and Gladys were still at the farm. The following conversation will show how they went on together. 'Let me carry that bucket for you, Gladys,' said Owen, one evening when she was proceeding across the farm-yard, to carry a warm mesh to a sick cow. 'It is not heavy, sir,' said Glady...	{ "id": "15315" }
25	THE FUGITIVE.	Gladys did not go to bed all that night. If her mistress could have watched her occupations, seen her tears, and listened to her prayers, she would, at least, have known that she was grateful. The first thing she did was to finish a cap that she had been making for her, the next to complete a large piece of ornamental ...	{ "id": "15315" }
26	THE FRIEND.	Mr Prothero started as soon as his horse was ready, and, it must be confessed, in a very bad temper. As soon as he got out of the precincts of Glanyravon, he began to make inquiries of every one he met, and at every cottage he passed, concerning Gladys. It was evident, from the replies that he received, that if she had...	{ "id": "15315" }
27	THE MISSIONARY.	It was about half-past ten o'clock when Mr Prothero and Gladys started on their homeward journey. When they had gone about half way, they stopped for an hour to bait the mare, which brought them to nearly two o'clock, and reduced Mr Prothero to a state of great ill humour. Poor Gladys had to bear many reproachful speec...	{ "id": "15315" }
28	THE LADY'S MAID.	Miss HALL and Freda were sitting alone in the morning-room that has before been alluded to. The former was much more nervous than Freda had ever seen her. First she took up her work, then her book, then she began to copy some music. Freda had great pleasure in watching her, and in remarking that the calm Serena could b...	{ "id": "15315" }
29	THE COUNTRY GENTLEMAN.	Plas Abertewey was a fine old country seat, that had been in Colonel Vaughan's family for generations. Miss Gwynne was not the only scion of the good old county gentry who was disgusted at seeing it in the possession of a son of old Griffey Jenkins, the miser. But so it was to be. Howel took the place, nominally for a ...	{ "id": "15315" }
30	THE PATRON.	Tuesday and Wednesday had passed quickly away, and Thursday brought to Owen amusements similar to those of the previous days; but no private intercourse with his relations. In the evening of his third day at Abertewey, there was a concert at the neighbouring town, huge bills of which had been posted up on the walls and...	{ "id": "15315" }
31	THE PATRON'S WIFE.	The following morning, Netta was not well, and did not appear at the breakfast-table. Howel said she had a bad headache, and did not intend going to church. Breakfast was hurried over to prepare for a six miles' drive to church, and the carriage conveyed the two ladies and three of the gentlemen thither, resplendent ...	{ "id": "15315" }
32	THE MAN OF THE WORLD.	Two or three months passed, and no particular event happened either at the park or farm, and summer came round again. Gladys was now established at the former, and Owen at the latter, but although they had seen one another frequently at church or at a distance, they had scarcely spoken since they parted on the evening ...	{ "id": "15315" }
33	THE TEMPTER.	'I particularly wish you to go, Gladys, and there will be plenty of time. He was worse when I saw him yesterday, and I promised to send you to-day to read to him, and take him some wine. I shall not want you till five, and my dress is quite ready. They dine at half-past six, and the evening party are invited for nine, ...	{ "id": "15315" }
34	THE RIVALS.	We will now return to Miss Gwynne, who pursued her usual avocations until about five o'clock, and then began to wonder what detained Gladys. However, as she was quite independent of maids in her toilette, she went to her room and began to dress herself at the usual hour. She found all her attire already spread upon the...	{ "id": "15315" }
35	THE LADY IN HER OWN RIGHT.	When Freda reached her room, Gladys was awaiting her there. 'Why did you not go to bed, Gladys? you know I dislike your sitting up so late.' 'I could not go to bed, ma'am, feeling that I have offended you, without begging your pardon for having done so.' 'Then all you said was an invention.' 'I said nothing but...	{ "id": "15315" }
36	THE FIRST-BORN.	Those Llanfawr bells which, as Freda said, certainly did ring for everything, were sending forth their chimes to celebrate the birth of a daughter at Plas Abertewey. But whilst they were ringing, and Freda was abusing them, the mother of the little daughter was, apparently, about to depart for that other country where ...	{ "id": "15315" }
37	THE SPENDTHRIFT.	We must now run rapidly through the next six years of Howel and Netta's career. After spending nearly a year abroad, where Howel amused himself, in addition, to his usual diversions, by speculating in some German mines, they came back to England. They went for a time to Spendall Lodge in Yorkshire, on a visit to Sir ...	{ "id": "15315" }
38	THE FORGER.	In a few days Mrs Griffith Jenkins arrived in London, equally surprised and delighted by the invitation she had received from her son and daughter-in-law. Netta kept her word, and behaved to her with all the kindness and consideration she could assume. She took her to various places of amusement, and tried to find plea...	{ "id": "15315" }
39	THE ACCOUNTANT.	'I never shall get through these accounts!' is the soliloquy of Miss Gwynne, to whom we return with much pleasure, on my part, at least, after a separation of six years. She is seated in a gloomy but comfortable dining-room, in a house situated in one of the squares at the East End of London. We left her in her large...	{ "id": "15315" }
40	THE FORGER'S WIFE.	Days and weeks passed, and there was no intelligence of Netta. Rowland had heard from Owen of the domestic misery at home, and also that he had been to see Mrs Griffith Jenkins, who disclaimed all knowledge of her son's hiding place, or what had become of his wife and child. Her own grief was too real to allow even the...	{ "id": "15315" }
41	THE SISTER OF CHARITY.	The following morning, soon after eight o'clock, there arrived a basket from Miss Gwynne, containing various meats and condiments that she thought might be good for Netta and her child, and, above all, a nosegay of Glanyravon flowers. Mr Gwynne had of late taken to send his daughter baskets of game, poultry, and other ...	{ "id": "15315" }
42	THE NIECE.	THE following day Mrs Jones came to see Netta, and to do her part in amusing her, and distracting her mind from Howel's promised return. Mr Jones also accompanied Rowland in the afternoon in his visit to his sister, and, the ice once broken, these kind and Christian people came, alternately with Miss Gwynne, daily, for...	{ "id": "15315" }
43	THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLD.	Most people know what it is to awake from sleep the morning after a great sorrow; some, also, know what it is to awake after a great and unexpected joy. Gladys opened her eyes upon a dark, thick, cheerless November fog in London, one of the most depressing of all the atmospheric influences. But she did not think of the...	{ "id": "15315" }
44	THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER.	It was nine o'clock when the fly that took the travellers from Swansea to Glanyravon reached the door of the farm. The night was 'dark and dreary;' very different was the weather, the aspect of external nature; very different were Netta's feelings and all the circumstances, when she was at home ten years ago. She had b...	{ "id": "15315" }
45	THE BETROTHED.	Owen found Gladys in the dairy with his mother and Minette. She had a candle in one hand, lighting Mrs Prothero, whilst she was looking at the fresh milk just put into the pans; Minette held the other. 'All right, Gladys! all right! Father has consented!' cried Owen, literally tumbling down the passage between the mi...	{ "id": "15315" }
46	THE HEIR.	Miss Gwynne returned to Glanyravon on Christmas Eve. She had not visited it before, since she left it when her father married. She had seen her father, his wife, and her little brother almost yearly in London, whither Lady Mary Nugent insisted on dragging her husband annually; but she had not hitherto had love, or cour...	{ "id": "15315" }
47	THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.	New Year's Day dawned under the influence of a bright sun, and a clear, frosty atmosphere. The old year was dead and buried with all his griefs and joys; his son and heir came forward smiling, to begin his career of times and seasons, clouds and sunbeams. With him, Owen and Gladys were to commence their united lives....	{ "id": "15315" }
48	THE PENITENT.	A week after the marriage of Owen and Gladys, the following conversation took place between Gladys and Netta. The latter had been much more wandering in mind since the wedding, and had been occupying herself by writing a variety of letters, all of which were addressed to Howel, with the exception of one, which was to h...	{ "id": "15315" }
49	THE RECTOR.	Life and death! What are they? A soul in chains, and a soul set free. Darkness and light, uncertainty and certainty! Warfare and peace! A railway journey and the great terminus! A span of time and immeasurable eternity! A bounded horizon and illimitable space! Earth and heaven! Satan and Christ! Man and God! Life! On...	{ "id": "15315" }
50	THE DISINHERITED.	Miss Gwynne and Rowland walked on quietly together for a little space. There was something in the heart of each, unknown to the other, that seemed to close up speech. It was nearly five o'clock, and a January evening; but for the 'pretty moon' and the white mist from the river, and the frost-bitten snow on the roads, i...	{ "id": "15315" }
51	THE CONVICT.	Forgeries of all sorts are so much the taste of genteel rogues of the present age, that the reader will readily dispense with a detailed account of the trial and conviction of Howel Jenkins. Any one of the various cases that fill those columns of the _Times_, devoted to such criminalities, will give a very good general...	{ "id": "15315" }
52	THE PENITENT HUSBAND.	The following morning, Rowland again took Mrs Jenkins to her lodging and left her there. It was with very great difficulty that he persuaded Mrs Jenkins to remain behind, and only under a promise to prevail upon Howel to see her immediately after his interview with him. As he expected, he found Howel almost as cold a...	{ "id": "15315" }
53	GLADYS REAPING HER FRUITS.	Our story began at Glanyravon, in the cheery month of June, and at Glanyravon, in the same cheery month, we will end it. I must beg my readers to pass over in their imaginations one twelvemonth, of which I do not mean to say anything, and to accompany me to the gate at Glanyravon Farm, where they first made acquainta...	{ "id": "15315" }
1	THE TELEGRAM.	'BREVOORT HOUSE, NEW YORK, Oct. 6th, 18--. ' _To Mr. Frank Tracy, Tracy Park, Shannondale_. 'I arrived in the Scotia this morning, and shall take the train for Shannondale at 3 p.m. Send someone to the station to meet us. 'ARTHUR TRACEY.' This was the telegram which the clerk in the Shannonville office wrote out...	{ "id": "15321" }
2	ARTHUR TRACY.	Although it was a morning in October, the grass in the park was as green as in early June, while the flowers in the beds and borders, the geraniums, the phlox, the stocks, and verbenas were handsomer, if possible, than they had been in the summer-time: for the rain, which had fallen almost continually during the month ...	{ "id": "15321" }
3	MR. AND MRS. FRANK TRACY.	Mr. Frank, in his small grocery store at Langley, was weighing out a pound of butter for the Widow Simpson, who was haggling with him about the price, when his brother's letter was brought to him by the boy who swept his store and did errands for him. But Frank was too busy just then to read it. There was a circus in t...	{ "id": "15321" }
4	GETTING ACCUSTOMED TO IT.	In the absence of Mrs. Crawford, who for a week or more had been domesticated in the cottage in the lane, as the house was designated which Arthur had given her, there was no one to receive the strangers except the cook and the house-maid, and as Mrs. Tracy entered the hall the two came forward, bristling with criticis...	{ "id": "15321" }
5	AT THE PARK.	Frank Tracy had at first grown faster than his wife, and the change in his manner had been more perceptible; for with all her foolishness Dolly had a kind heart, and a keen sense of right, and wrong, and justice than her husband. She had opposed him stoutly when he raised his own salary from $4,000 to $6,000 a year, on...	{ "id": "15321" }
6	THE COTTAGE IN THE LANE.	It was called thus because it stood at the end of a broad, grassy avenue or lane, which led from the park to the entrance of the grounds of Collingwood, whose chimneys and gables were distinctly visible in the winter when the trees were stripped of their foliage. At the time when Mrs. Crawford took possession of it its...	{ "id": "15321" }
7	THE PARTY.	The invitations had been for half-past seven, and precisely at that hour Peterkin arrived, magnificent in his swallow-tail and white shirt front, where an enormous diamond shone conspicuously. With him came the second Mrs. Peterkin, whose name was Mary Jane, but whom her husband always called _May_ Jane. She was a frai...	{ "id": "15321" }
8	ARTHUR.	All the time that Frank Tracy had been receiving his guests and trying to seem happy and at his ease, his thoughts had been dwelling upon his brother's telegram and the ominous words, 'Send some one to meet us.' How slowly the minutes dragged until it was ten o'clock, and he knew that John had started for the station t...	{ "id": "15321" }
9	WHO IS GRETCHEN?	This was the question which Mr. and Mrs. Tracy asked of themselves and each other many times during the hours which intervened between their retiring and rising. But speculate as they might they could reach no satisfactory conclusion, and were obliged to wait for what the morning and the train might bring. The party ha...	{ "id": "15321" }
10	ARTHUR SETTLES HIMSELF.	They did try it on, but not until after the November election, at which Frank was defeated by a large majority, for Peterkin worked against him and brought all the 'heft of his powerful disapprobation' to bear upon him. Although Frank had had no part in turning him from the door that morning after the party, he had not...	{ "id": "15321" }
11	THE STORM.	The winter since Christmas had been unusually severe, and the oldest inhabitant, of whom there are always many in every town, pronounced the days as they came and went the coldest they had ever known. Ten, twelve, and even fourteen degrees below zero the thermometers marked more than once, while old Peterkin's, which w...	{ "id": "15321" }
12	THE TRAMP HOUSE.	About midway between the entrance to the park and the Collingwood grounds, and fifty rods or more from the cross-road which the strange woman had taken on the night of the storm, stood a small stone building, which had been used as a school-house until the Shannondale turnpike was built and the cross-road abandoned. Af...	{ "id": "15321" }
13	THE WOMAN.	They slept later than usual at the park house that morning, and Frank and his family were just sitting down to breakfast, and Arthur was taking his rolls and coffee in his own room, when John, with a white, scared face, looked in and said: 'Excuse me, Mr. Tracy, but--but something dreadful has happened. There's a woma...	{ "id": "15321" }
14	LITTLE JERRY.	It was nearly noon when Harold left Tracy Park the previous day and started for home, eager and anxious with regard to the child whom he claimed as his own. He had found her. She was his and he should keep her, he said to himself, and then he wondered how his grandmother had managed with her, and if she had cried for h...	{ "id": "15321" }
15	JERRY AT THE PARK.	And so this is the poor little girl. We'll take her right to the kitchen, where she can get warm,' Mrs. Tracy said, as she met her husband in the hall, with Harold and the mite of a creature wrapped in the foreign looking cloak and hood. 'No, Dolly!' and Frank spoke very decidedly, as Harold was turning in the direct...	{ "id": "15321" }
16	THE FUNERAL AND AFTER.	Long before ten o'clock, the hour appointed for the funeral, the next morning, people began to gather at the Park House, and the avenue seemed full of them. The news that an unknown woman had been frozen to death in the Tramp House had spread far and wide, awakening in many a curiosity to see the stranger, and discover...	{ "id": "15321" }
17	"MR. CRAZYMAN, DO YOU WANT SOME CHERRIES?"	More than two years had passed away since the terrible March night when the strange woman was frozen to death in the Tramp House, and her history was still shrouded in mystery. Not a word had been heard concerning her, and her story was gradually being forgotten by the people of Shannondale. Her grave, however, was tol...	{ "id": "15321" }
18	ARTHUR AND JERRY.	Arthur had passed a restless night. Indeed all his nights were restless, but this one had been especially so. Thoughts of Gretchen had troubled him in his dreams, and two or three times he had started up to listen, thinking that he heard her calling to him from a distance. He had dreamed also of the blue hood seen that...	{ "id": "15321" }
19	ARTHUR'S PLAN	'Why, the madam is going to drive, too, and I've come to harness; there'll be a row somewhere,' John said. 'Can't help it,' Charles replied, 'Mr. Arthur wants the phaeton, and will have it for all of Madam.' 'Yes, I s'p'o' so. Wall, I'll go and tell her,' was John's rejoinder, as he started for the house, where Mrs...	{ "id": "15321" }
20	THE WORKING OF ARTHUR'S PLAN.	As Arthur was wholly uncommunicative with regard to his affairs, and as Mrs. Crawford kept her own counsel, and bade Harold and Jerry do the same, the Tracys knew nothing whatever of the plan until the September morning when Jerry presented herself at the park house, and was met in the door-way by Mrs. Frank, who was j...	{ "id": "15321" }
21	MRS. TRACY'S DIAMONDS.	Mrs. Tracy was going to have a party--not a general one, like that which she gave when our readers first knew her, and Harold Hastings stood at the head of the stairs and bade 'the ladies go this way and the gentlemen that.' Since Dolly had become so exclusive and a leader of fashion, she had ignored general parties an...	{ "id": "15321" }
22	SEARCHING FOR THE DIAMONDS.	They went directly to Mrs. Tracy's room, where they found that lady in a much higher fever of excitement than when she first discovered her loss. All the household had assembled in the hall and in her room, except Arthur, who sat in his library, occasionally stopping to listen to the sound of the many voices, and to wo...	{ "id": "15321" }
23	ARTHUR'S LETTER.	Two weeks had passed since Jerry's return to her lessons, and people had ceased to talk of the missing diamonds, although the offered reward of $500 was still in the weekly papers, and a detective still had the matter in charge, without, however, achieving the slightest success. No one had ever been suspected, and the ...	{ "id": "15321" }
24	JERRIE--NINE YEARS LATER.	She spelled her name with an _ie_ now, instead of a _y._ She was nineteen years old; she had been a student at Vassar for four years, together with Nina St. Claire and Ann Eliza Peterkin, and in July was to be graduated with the highest honors of her class. In her childhood, when we knew her as little Jerry, she had be...	{ "id": "15321" }
25	THE TWO FACES IN THE MIRROR.	Toward the last of May Arthur came to Vassar, bringing with him the graduating dress which he had bought in New York, with Maude as his adviser. He had Jerrie at the hotel to spend Saturday and Sunday with him, and took her to drive and to shop, and then in the evening asked her to put on her finery, that he might see ...	{ "id": "15321" }
26	MAUDE'S LETTER.	TRACY PARK, June ----, 18--. 'My darling Jerrie:--I wish I could send you a whiff of the delicious air I am breathing this morning from the roses under my window and the pond-lilies which Harold brought me about an hour ago. Don't you think he was up before the sun, and went out upon the river to get ...	{ "id": "15321" }
27	'HE COMETH NOT,' SHE SAID.	The _she_ was Jerrie, who, the night before commencement, was shaking hands with Dick St. Claire, Fred Raymond, Tom Tracy, and Billy Peterkin, all of whom had arrived on the evening train, and after dinner had come to pay their respects to the young ladies from Shannondale. The _he_ way Harold, for whom Jerrie asked at...	{ "id": "15321" }
28	IN SHANNONDALE.	Nine years of change in Shannondale, and the green hill-side, which stretched from the common down to the river where, when our story opened, sheep and cows were feeding in the pasture land, is thickly covered with houses of every kind of architecture, from the Mansard roof to the Queen Anne style, just coming into fas...	{ "id": "15321" }

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