Category: Short Stories
The next day Oliver Barton proceeded to his office at an earlier hour than usual; so early indeed that most of those adjoining were still closed. Being of a meditative turn of mind, and even inclined to castle-building, this era of his life afforded much subject for thought. “...
It was near night-fall when the Swash anchored among the low and small islets mentioned. Rose had been on deck, as the vessel approached this singular and solitary haven, watchi...
3. CHAPTER IV.Again we take a leap over a period of time which, to those in the enjoyment of a life of pleasure and excitement, appears short, but to the sufferer on a bed of sickness, or the...
6. CHAPTER IX.“Wo the British soldiery, That little dread us near; On them shall light at midnight, A strange and sudden fear. · · · · · A moment in the British camp— A moment and away,— Back...
4. CHAPTER VII.Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress tree; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea. We know its walls of thorny vines, Its glades of reedy grass,...
5. CHAPTER VIII.We left Preston tortured with the reflection that the news of Kate’s peril had come too late. Half insane with the thought, he strode to and fro in his marquee. Suddenly an orde...
2. CHAPTER III.Some weeks after the scene of our last chapter, Clara Medford was sitting where the young attorney had first seen her. Jane Preston, an intimate friend, who had called to pay a...
1. CHAPTER II.The next day Oliver Barton proceeded to his office at an earlier hour than usual; so early indeed that most of those adjoining were still closed. Being of a meditative turn of m...