Category: Novels

The Battle of Life: A Love Story

Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed goblet for the dew, fel...

Chapters

7. Part 7

"Heaven forgive me for not condoling with you," returned Michael Warden, passing his hand across his forehead, "but I'm like a man in a dream at present. I seem to want my wits....

6. Part 6

On the door-step, appeared a proper figure of a landlord, too; for though he was a short man, he was round and broad; and stood with his hands in his pockets, and his legs just...

4. Part 4

"'And being in her own home,'" read Marion, from the book; "'her home made exquisitely dear by these remembrances, she now began to know that the great trial of her heart must s...

3. Part 3

"And when the time comes, as it must one day," said Alfred,--"I wonder it has never come yet: but Grace knows best, for Grace is always right,--when _she_ will want a friend to...

5. Part 5

So, guests were bidden, and musicians were engaged, and tables spread, and floors prepared for active feet, and bountiful provision made, of every hospitable kind. Because it wa...

2. Part 2

"Why, what a battery!" exclaimed Alfred, stopping short, "and one--two--three--all foreboders of no good, in the great sea before me. I am glad you are not the first I have met...

1. Part 1

Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving gras...

8. Part 8

A stranger had come into the orchard, after Mr. Snitchey, and had remained apart, near the gate, without being observed by any of the group; for they had little spare attention...