A Daughter of the Forest

Adrian's cry was a gasp. He could not believe that he had heard aright; but he felt himself pulled down into his chair and realized that though his spiritual world had been turn...

"Pierre! and Angelique is boxing his ears! My, what a whack, that I can hear it way in here! I must to the rescue, but his coming makes right for me to go. Angelique, Angelique,...

Upon reaching the New York railway station, Adrian had stopped long enough to send his mother an explanatory telegram, so that she might not worry over his sudden disappearance....

Joe nodded and went out of doors. But it was noticeable that he merely walked around to the rear of the sick room and stationed himself beside the open window. Not that he might...

For an instant Adrian closed his eyes that he might not see the inevitable end. But--was it inevitable? At the logging camp he had heard of just such accidents as this and not a...

Angelique was wiser. "In his own way, among his own folks, that Indian good doctor. Leave him be. Yes. If my master can be save', Joe Wills'll save him. That's as God plans; but...

As the sun rose, Margot came out of her own room, fresh from her plunge that had washed all drowsiness away, as the good sleep had also banished all perplexities. Happy at all t...

Three months earlier, if anybody had told Adrian he would ever be guilty of such "squeamishness" he would have laughed in derision. Now, all unconsciously to himself, the influe...

It seemed to Margot, watching, that it was an endless time her uncle stood there gazing with that startled look upon their guest. In reality it was but a moment. Then he passed...

Margot opened her eyes in the big waiting-room for women at the great station. A kind-faced woman in a white cap and apron was bending over her and holding a cup of bouillon to...

Swift the way and joyous now, that same road over which Adrian had journeyed on the day before, so grudgingly. Yet not half swift enough that through express by which they left...

Thrusting back the hair that had fallen over her eyes, Margot sprang up and stared at the floundering mass of legs, arms, and wings upon the wide lounge--a battle to the death,...

"Certainly. A grave. But neither yours nor mine. Only that of some poor fellow who has died in the wilderness. I'm sorry I piled the brush upon it, yet glad we discovered it in...

They paused by the cabin door, left open by Angelique, and listened intently. She, too, had caught the alien sound, the faint, appealing halloo of a human voice--the rarest of a...

Ignorant why his simple question should have had such strange results, that piercing look made Adrian feel the veriest culprit, and he hastened to leave the room and the cabin....

But Adrian need not have dreaded the interview to which his host had summoned him. Mr. Dutton's face was a little graver than usual but his manner was even more kind. He was a m...

The end of that great storm was almost as sudden as its beginning. Aroused by the silence that succeeded the uproar, Angelique stood up and rubbed her limbs, stiff with long kne...

"No sign." Margot's tone was almost hopeless. Day after day, many times each day, she had climbed the pine-tree flagstaff and peered into the distance. Not once had anything bee...

Margot had turned upon her guest with a defiant fear. As near as she had ever come to hating anything she hated the men, of whom she had heard, who used this wonderful northland...

"I think I could. Besides, you will be wanted at the island. I don't think Mr. Dutton is a well man. With nobody but an old woman and a young girl he'll need somebody. You're no...

The young fellow was excited himself but on quite a different matter; yet he knew that nothing could be done for the present and that the disturbed lady would take no interest i...

But Pierre, also, had heard that distant "Ugh-u-u-ugh!" and instantly paused. His own anxiety was lest Adrian should not hear and be still. Fortunately, the wind was in their fa...

Adrian was not a gymnast though he had seen and admired many wonderful feats performed by his own classmates. But he had never beheld a miracle, and such he believed had been ac...

Mother Angelique's anxious call rang out over the water, once, twice, many times. But, though she shaded her brows with her hands and strained her keen ears to listen, there was...

Adrian followed the voice. It led him aside into the woods on the eastern slope, and it was accompanied by an indescribable babel of noises. Running water, screaming of wild fow...