Category: Short Stories

My Friend Pasquale, and Other Stories

The events narrated in the following story happened a score and more of years ago. They have never before been made public, and I make them known now with pain and misgiving, but impelled by a sense of duty which I can no longer disregard.

Chapters

13. CHAPTER IX.

Alice Montgomery’s health steadily drooped as the weeks went by and brought no sign from her husband in reply to her loving message, and when at length she received the letter w...

4. CHAPTER IV.

The publication of the discovery that the supposed suicides were, in reality, murders committed by the same individual, filled London with horror, which was intensified a hundre...

6. CHAPTER II.

That the shadows of anxiety had not been altogether dispelled from the breast of the young bride, Alice Montgomery, was rendered apparent to her grandmamma the following morning...

3. CHAPTER III.

When I arrived in New York I had not much opportunity of reading up back numbers of the daily papers, but I was startled to see that the Chief Commissioner of the London Police,...

12. CHAPTER VIII.

George Montgomery took an early opportunity of explaining to his friend De Leon, that, for certain reasons, he was traveling under an assumed name. To the other, it is lamentabl...

1. CHAPTER I.

The events narrated in the following story happened a score and more of years ago. They have never before been made public, and I make them known now with pain and misgiving, bu...

17. CHAPTER IV.

When he put his head out of the window of his carriage, the fresh chilly air of the hills carried his memory back with a rush to his old Scotch days, and to the time of his cour...

11. CHAPTER VII.

In a Spanish monastery George Montgomery recovered from the wounds which had so nearly proved fatal, and, by-and-by, when the last gleanings of the autumnal crop of grapes shriv...

7. CHAPTER III.

Notwithstanding the day’s outward sense of joyousness and rest, in the brilliant sun, softened breeze, and lovely landscape, there was trouble brewing for the peaceful New Engla...

8. CHAPTER IV.

The shriek of the railway whistle recalled George Montgomery to a sense of his desperate situation, and, at the same time, suggested a means of escape. The 8.45 fast up-train wa...

10. CHAPTER VI.

When the young bride, Alice Montgomery, pale and wan, the mere spectre of her former self, left the sick room for the first time, a month had elapsed from the date of the events...

2. CHAPTER II.

Life in London had great attractions for me during the first year of my residence in that wonderful city. Not because of the gaieties of the metropolis, for of those I knew noth...

21. CHAPTER VIII.

The grim listener had heard the name of that little flower before, and his lip curled scornfully and bitterly as he heard it now applied by the mouth of another to the woman who...

9. CHAPTER V.

As Alice Montgomery was returning to the house from the peach walk, where she had met her brother according to his appointment, she caught a glimpse of her husband hastily enter...

16. CHAPTER III.

While the train was standing in the station at Rugby, and the majority of the male passengers were taking their last “night-caps” at the bar of the refreshment room, before comp...

18. CHAPTER V.

“Some visitor to the old general,” he surmised, adding under his breath with a long drawn sigh of uncertain meaning, “It really does look as if I was never to be allowed to forg...

15. CHAPTER II.

Miss Gwendoline Beattison, the lady who with her companion, an elderly Frenchwoman, occupied the adjoining compartment, was the daughter of General Beattison and of his wife, a...

19. CHAPTER VI.

As Richard looked over the bridge he noticed the footpath about fifty feet lower than the bridge, and said with some anxiety: “I hope Jeannie did not mean the footpath at the fa...

14. CHAPTER I.

The place was Euston Square Station, the Metropolitan terminal depot of the London and Northwestern Railway; the hour 8:15 P.M. when from time wellnigh immemorial the London lim...

20. CHAPTER VII.

A wild thrill of remorse shot through Richard Dalrymple’s heart even as he sprang headlong into the whirlpool, and then he felt as if he was fighting for his life in the embrace...

5. CHAPTER I.

This most depressing reply was made with an air of conviction which greatly disturbed the fair questioner--the bride of a month--who had in a childish fit of restlessness remove...