Christian life -- Juvenile fiction
THERE it stood, at the corner of the street, the finest public-house in the populous neighbourhood of this London suburb. There it stood, with its plate-glass windows, and grand swinging doors, and brilliant lights at night, and the air of warmth and welcome and cheer, that, l...
THERE it stood, at the corner of the street, the finest public-house in the populous neighbourhood of this London suburb. There it stood, with its plate-glass windows, and grand...
2. CHAPTER II.A WEEK had passed since Ratcliffe had been driven from his father's home, and his name had only once been mentioned between John and his elder son. This was on that first day wh...
3. CHAPTER III.ON leaving his brother's room, Ratcliffe groped his way out of the house by the back door that led into the yard. He carefully locked it behind him, and was about to jump over t...
4. CHAPTER IV.John Drinkrow had been absent for a couple of nights—called away to the north of England to a dying relative—and during his absence a strange event had taken place.
5. CHAPTER V.FOR some time Ratcliffe continued very ill; the bleeding from the lungs recurred at intervals, and he was extremely weak. Nor was this his wife's only or greatest source of anxi...
6. CHAPTER VI."I'VE got my warning, and I'm to leave this day month," said Mrs. Curr one evening to her old friend, a tradesman's widow, Mrs. Moo by name, with whom she was taking a quiet cup...
7. CHAPTER VII.IN spite of the devoted care of his wife and the added attention of Mrs. Curr, Ratcliffe's health grew steadily worse. Yet it was not for want of anything that he had been accus...
8. CHAPTER VIII."WILL you please to tell me what you want?" said Mrs. Curr one morning, as she opened the door to a young man in rather disreputable garments, but with the unmistakable look of...
9. CHAPTER IX.LITTLE Maida was like a sunbeam in the home of Father Francis. The old man had quite forgiven Ratcliffe for his former misdemeanours, and for the concealment of his marriage fro...
10. CHAPTER X.Father Francis dressed himself and went to the sick man's room. Ratcliffe was sitting, propped up by pillows, and coughing incessantly. As the priest entered, he just turned his...