Gold and Incense: A West Country Story

Now it chanced one day that the little village in which Jennifer lived was stirred by the ambition of the congregation to build a new chapel. The old place was not good enough;...

It was an evening toward the end of August, and the harvest was being gathered in. The fields on every side were dotted with the tented sheaves piled up as the custom is in the...

For days after hearing it her good friend could think of nothing but Jennifer's story. His own gifts to the new chapel and that of the others seemed poor and little beside her o...

But Jennifer found that it was more than a new chapter in her life--it was a new world into which she stepped at once: a world where everything was so much more than she ever da...

To think it is Jennifer Petch of whom I am going to tell--little Jennifer. How she would laugh if she only knew of it, that shrill, silvery laugh of hers. It was her great gift....

have got my chance I should be ashamed if I did not make the best of it. Poor dear, he is as much to me as ever, and more too--husband and child all in one." And she said it ove...

It was five or six years afterwards that I saw Jennifer again. At that time the coppice and cottage were her own freehold. The cottage was covered with creepers: the little gard...