The war of the Carolinas

“If anything really interesting should happen to me I think I should drop dead,” declared Ardmore, as he stood talking to Griswold in the railway station at Atlanta. “I entered...

Griswold spent the night at the Saluda House, Columbia, and rose in the morning with every intention of seeing Governor Osborne, or some one in authority at his office, as soon...

Mr. Thomas Ardmore, of New York and Ardsley, having seen his friend Griswold depart, sought a book-shop where, as in many other book-shops throughout the United States, he kept...

Mr. Thomas Ardmore, one trunk, two bags, and a little brown jug reached the Guilford House, Raleigh, at eight o’clock in the morning. Ardmore had never felt better in his life,...

Mr. Ardmore, from a bench in the State House Park, thus concluded a long reverie. It was late afternoon, and he had forgotten luncheon in his absorption. There was no manner of...

Miss Osborne had asked Griswold to await the outcome of the day, and, finding himself thus possessed of a vacation, he indulged his antiquarian instincts by exploring Columbia....

“Oh! I didn’t know the governor was at home,” he remarked, as he finished counting the words and charging them against the state’s account. “I will send them myself, and ask the...

While he waited for Miss Jerry Dangerfield to appear Mr. Thomas Ardmore read for the first time the constitution of the United States. He had reached the governor’s office early...

Caboose 0186, with three box-cars and a locomotive attached, lay in the south-eastern yards at Raleigh late in the evening of the same day. In the observatory sat Mr. Thomas Ard...

Barbara and Griswold stopped at the telegraph office on their way back to the executive mansion, and were met with news that the sheriff of Mingo had refused to receive Griswold...

The outer aspect of Ardsley is, frankly, feudal. The idea of a North Carolina estate had grown out of Ardmore’s love of privacy and his wish to get away from New York, where his...

Mr. Frank Collins, of the Atlanta _Palladium_, trod the ties beyond Kildare with a light heart, gaily swinging a suit-case. He had walked far, but a narrow-brim straw hat, perch...

A dozen men carrying rifles across their saddle-bows rode away from Habersham’s farm on the outskirts of Turner Court House and struck a rough trail that led a devious course ov...

Habersham’s men had proved exceedingly timid when it came to the business of threshing the woods for Appleweight, whom they regarded with a new awe, now that he had vanished so...

Jerry and Ardmore sat at a long table in the commodious Ardsley library, which was a modification of a Gothic chapel. It was on the upper floor, with broad windows that had the...

“It will be better for me to break the news to Colonel Gillingwater,” said Jerry, “and you must go out and meet the troops yourself, with Mr. Cooke and that amusing Mr. Collins....

Thus Mr. Thomas Ardmore tested his pickets with a shibboleth of his own devising. The sturdy militiamen of North Carolina patrolled the northern bank of Raccoon Creek at midnigh...

“Your conduct, Jerry Dangerfield, is beyond words!” she exclaimed, seizing the girl’s hands. “And so you really locked that horrid person in a real jail! Well, we shan’t miss hi...

“Why, what’s the matter?” demanded Mrs. Atchison. “I had gone in to Turner’s to look at that memorial church we’re building there, and I learned from the rector that Miss Osborn...

Mrs. Atchison and Ardmore had given their last touches to the preparations for the dinner. Every window of the great house shone and a myriad of lanterns illuminated the lawns a...

The next morning Ardmore knocked at Griswold’s door as early as he dared, and went in and talked to his friend in their old intimate fashion. The associate professor of admiralt...