The breath of slander

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It was a warm spring day--an oppressively warm day--although the stormy month of March was not half gone, and the snow still lingered in the hollows and around the roots of the...

He was a young man yet was Lester Conway. He was a successful one--a strong, self-reliant man, and a talented man withal. One need only look at his massive brow and well-shaped...

About the time these events were taking place at the farm, the manager and part owner thereof was striding over the fields at a good round pace on his way to the nearest village.

It was late that night when Doctor Conway drove the little pony into the big barn in the rear of the comfortable dwelling occupied by good, motherly Mrs. Allan, with whom he had...

A sensation of being suspended motionless in mid-air, with the knowledge of having been thus suspended for innumerable centuries, then a soft, floating sensation, as if he were...

The days went on quietly at Bright Farm, and the stranger improved rapidly in health. Doctor Conway continued his daily visits at the farm, but his patient occupied but little o...

Of course there was love in it all. What else could result from such an accident? When a young man, good-looking, well enough educated, with pleasing manners--when the rascal ch...

And what a walk back that was! When the lovers had exhausted the shanty--and that took some time, for Norine had to relate how she had found him lying on his face upon the floor...

They had gone away, Clinton and Norine, on their simple, inexpensive wedding tour. A very simple little trip of two weeks it was to be, for although Clinton would gladly have ex...

“Oh, Clinton!” cried Norine pleadingly. “You forget, dear husband. You would not say that if you were not angry. What is this you have heard, dear? Something wrong, I am sure.”

Yes, he was dead. Norine never doubted it. The proofs were too strong to admit of doubt, even if she had been disposed to admit one; but she never dreamed of questioning the mat...

Conway was, of course, a frequent visitor; but since Norine’s year of widowhood had expired he found excuses for calling even more frequently than usual, the excuses generally b...

Mr. James Elwell was sealed in a pleasant apartment in one of the many large apartment buildings of Chicago; the windows were open to admit the soft evening air that blew, stron...

The office of Mr. Peter Coleman was very small, situated in a nothoroughfare of a hall, and conveyed the impression of having wandered around until it had lost itself, and had n...

Mr. Elwell was not a bad man at heart; perhaps his worst fault, after his variable temper, was his over-bearing selfishness. He had thought himself hampered by what he termed hi...

Little Clinton was growing into a stalwart, healthy lad, whose bright ways lighted up the little cottage like a ray of sunshine, and brought to Norine a degree of happiness she...

The home of Patrick Morain was in one of the many small lumbering towns that line the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. It was--or rather is, for it has grown very little in the m...

It was evident that neither Fanny nor her future husband believed in procrastination; for not only did they set an early day for the wedding, but began at once--at least Fanny d...

And so James and Norine Darling became wealthy beyond their utmost expectations, and James and Norine Bright passed out of existence forever. There was no chance of their becomi...

Mr. James Elwell was far from being pleased with the idea of Miss Lettie Allan becoming an intimate friend to his future wife. And the announcement that that attractive young la...

That he was sincerely and unselfishly glad of their great good fortune there could be no doubt; and that he was content with his own lot in life. Well, he had insisted to Jim th...

It was not until spring that James Elwell and his bride returned to her father’s home. They had spent the fall and winter in Europe, part of the time rambling through Italy and...

We must now return for a space to Miss Allan, whom, I am afraid, we have greatly neglected. Lettie had returned to her aunt’s immediately after Fanny’s marriage. But there was a...

He had expected to find some change in Norine, but was not prepared for the great change that one year’s prosperity, with the advantages of city life, had wrought in her.

Elwell manfully maintained his word, given to Peter Coleman, and the results were at once apparent. Perhaps, when he came to fully understand his dangerous position, he was not...

He had plenty to do; time could not hang very heavy on his hands. In fact, he could hardly get time enough to himself wherein to dream of Norine and his future happiness.

to that pedestal in their esteem, they accepted the attendance and medicine necessary for their well-being as their right, and were generally ready to criticise him on every ava...

On their return to New York, Jim plunged into business. It was settled that they were to start on their tour immediately after the wedding, going first to the Bermudas, and from...

The carriage stopped in front of a large, gaudy-looking house, and Doctor Conway ran up the steps and rang the bell. The door was opened by a pert-looking servant. Conway inquir...

With the collar of his coat pulled up as far as it would go, and his hat pulled closely down to cover his pale, frightened face, he sneaked along in the shadows of the buildings...

Conway and his friend had made a pretense of eating breakfast after parting with Norine. It was only a pretense, for neither of them could eat. But it was still too early to hop...

Elwell had been popular in this little town at all times. He had always been free-handed and liberal with his money, and generally good-natured. He had been “approachable,” as t...

He was tired and worn out after his long ride, but he could not sleep; so, after registering and leaving some directions with the clerk regarding his room, he buttoned his overc...