Frank Oldfield Lost and Found

Three days after Jacob Poole had posted his letter and its enclosure, a cab drove up to Mrs Jones's door. In it were Sir Thomas and Lady Oldfield. No one who saw them could doub...

For several days Hubert and Frank remained with Mr Oliphant, riding out among the hills and into the town, as pleasure or business called them. But an idle, objectless life was...

"So, Jacob, my boy," cried the captain; "why, how you're grown! Colonial life agrees with you. I should hardly have known you. And you're coming home in the old ship. I'm hearti...

It was about a fortnight after Hubert's call at the cottage that a bullock-driver, dusty and bronzed, came into the office at King William Street, and asked to speak to Mr Oliph...

The Reverend Bernard Oliphant, rector of Waterland, was a man of good family and moderate fortune. At the time when this tale opens he had held the living eighteen years. He had...

"Have you seen anything of our Sammul?" These words were addressed in a very excited voice to a tall rough-looking collier, who, with Davy-lamp in hand, was dressed ready for th...

Six weeks had elapsed since the barque _Sabrina_ had left the port of Liverpool. She was stealing along swiftly before a seven knot breeze on the quarter, with studding-sails se...

These words were being uttered in a prolonged nasal tone by an old grey- haired man of a rather comical cast of countenance in one of the streets in the outskirts of the town of...

It was a great vexation to Sir Thomas Oldfield that Mrs Barnes would neither keep the "Oldfield Arms" open herself, nor let it as a public- house to any one else. The "Dun Cow"...

And what sort of a home was that which Samuel had so abruptly forsaken? "There's no place like home;" "Home is home, be it never so homely." Things are said to be true to a prov...

"Eh! What do ye say? Our Sammul come back?" exclaimed a well-known voice, and Johnson hurried out and clasped his son to his heart. "Eh! the Lord be praised for this," he cried,...

The _Sabrina_ was bound for Liverpool, and entered that port some two years after the time when she left it with Hubert Oliphant and Frank Oldfield as fellow-passengers. Alas! h...

"What--what is this?" cried Lady Oldfield in bitter distress. "Frank-- my child--my beloved boy--oh, open your eyes--look at me--speak--what has happened? Oh, he's dying, he's d...

Juniper Graves was under-groom at Greymoor Park. He was a very fine fellow in his own eyes. His parents had given him the name of Juniper under the impression that it meant some...

The half-year's remittance came in due time, but Frank was quite unable to pay the £100 loan. Ruin was now staring him in the face. Tradesmen were clamorous, rent and wages were...

"And so you're my nephew Hubert," said a tall, middle-aged gentleman, who had come on board as soon as the _Sabrina_ reached the port, and was now shaking Hubert warmly by the h...

There are impressions cut deeper into the heart by the sudden stroke of some special trial than any made by the continuous pressure of afflictions, however heavy; impressions wh...

When Betty's cries of horror brought the neighbours round her, they found the poor girl lying insensible by the corpse of her mother, which was still suspended by the beam behin...

One week later, and three men might be seen walking briskly along a by- street in Liverpool towards the docks. These were Hubert Oliphant, Frank Oldfield, and Captain Merryweath...

And now we bid farewell to Australia, and follow the _Sabrina_ in her homeward voyage. It was soon evident that there was no love lost between Captain Merryweather and Juniper G...

"No letter yet from our Sammul," cried Betty, wearily and sadly, as she came from the mill on a dreary night in the November after her brother's sudden departure. "I thought as...

When Thomas Johnson signed the pledge, a storm of persecution broke upon him which would have rather staggered an ordinary man; but, as we have said before, Thomas was no ordina...

It was about a month after the harvest-home, so full of sad memories for all at the hall and rectory, that Mr Oliphant was seated one afternoon in the drawing-room of Greymoor P...

The morning after Samuel's arrival Betty made her way to the Hall, taking her brother with her. She knew that the squire and his lady, and indeed the whole family, would rejoice...

The twenty-second of November, the day before the total abstinence meeting, arrived in a storm of wind and rain. Everything was favourable to the conspirators. They had met seve...

Four years had passed away since Jacob Poole raised the old knife- grinder from his fall in the street in Bolton. All that time he had made his abode with the old man, traversin...