Harold Frederic
The Lawton Girl
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066182762
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I.—“AND YET YOU KNEW!”
CHAPTER II.—CONFRONTING THE ORDEAL.
CHAPTER III.—YOUNG MR. BOYCE’S MEDITATIONS.
CHAPTER VI.—THANKSGIVING AT THE MINSTERS’.
CHAPTER VII.—THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER’S WELCOME.
CHAPTER VIII.—THANKSGIVING AT THE LAWTONS’.
CHAPTER X.—MR. SCHUYLER TENNEY.
CHAPTER XI.—MRS. MINSTER’S NEW LEGAL ADVISER.
CHAPTER XII.—THE THESSALY CITIZENS’ CLUB.
CHAPTER XIII.—=THE DAUGHTER OF THE MILLIONS.
CHAPTER XIV.—HORACE EMBARKS UPON THE ADVENTURE.
CHAPTER XV.—THE LAWTON GIRL’S WORK.
CHAPTER XVI.—A GRACIOUS FRIEND RAISED UP.
CHAPTER XVII.—TRACY HEARS STRANGE THINGS.
CHAPTER XVIII.—A SIMPLE BUSINESS TRANSACTION.
CHAPTER XIX.—NO MESSAGE FOR MAMMA.
CHAPTER XX.—THE MAN FROM NEW YORK.
CHAPTER XXI.—REUBEN’S MOMENTOUS FIRST VISIT.
CHAPTER XXII.—“SAY THAT THERE IS NO ANSWER.”
CHAPTER XXIII.—HORACE’S PATH BECOMES TORTUOUS.
CHAPTER XXIV.—A VEHEMENT RESOLVE.
CHAPTER XXV.—A VISITATION OF ANGELS.
CHAPTER XXVI.—OVERWHELMING DISCOMFITURE.
CHAPTER XXVIII.—IN THE ROBBER’S CAVE.
CHAPTER XXIX.—THE MISTS CLEARING AWAY.
CHAPTER XXX.—JESSICA’S GREAT DESPAIR.
CHAPTER XXXI.—A STRANGE ENCOUNTER.
CHAPTER XXXII.—THE ALARM AT THE FARMHOUSE.
CHAPTER XXXIII.—PACING TOWARD THE REDDENED SKY.
CHAPTER XXXIV.—THE CONQUEST OF THE MOB.
CHAPTER XXXV.—THE SHINING REWARD.
CHAPTER XXXVI.—“I TELL YOU I HAVE LIVED IT DOWN!”
CHAPTER I.—“AND YET YOU KNEW!”
Thessaly! Ten minutes for refreshments!” called out the brisk young colored porter, advancing up the aisle of the drawing-room car, whisk-broom in hand. “Change cahs foh Thanksgiving turkey and cranberry sauce,” he added, upon humorous after-thought, smiling broadly as he spoke, and chuckling to himself.
This friendly remark was addressed in confidence to a group of three persons at the forward end of the car, who began preparations for the halt as the clanking of the wheels beneath them grew more measured, and the carriage trembled and lurched under the pressure of the brakes. But the cheery grin which went with it was exclusively directed to the two ladies who rose now from their arm-chairs, and who gently relaxed their features in amused response.
Whether the porter was moved only by the comeliness of these faces and their gracious softening, or whether he was aware that they were patrician countenances, so to speak, and belonged to Mrs. and Miss Minster, persons of vast wealth and importance and considerable stockholders in this very railroad, is not clear. But he made a great bustle over getting their parcels down from the racks overhead, and helping them to don their outer garments. He smoothed the rich fur of their sealskin cloaks with almost affectionate strokes of his coffee-colored palms, and made a pile of their belongings on the next seat with an exaggerated show of dexterity and zeal. This done, he turned for a cursory moment to the young man who constituted the third member of the group,