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TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE. ENGLISH ORPHANS. HOMESTEAD ON HILLSIDE. 'LENA RIVERS. MEADOW BROOK. DORA DEANE. COUSIN MAUDE. MARIAN GREY. EDITH LYLE. DAISY THORNTON. CHATEAU D'OR. QUEENIE HETHERTON. BESSIE'S FORTUNE. DARKNESS AND DAYLIGHT. HUGH WORTHINGTON. CAMERON PRIDE. ROSE MATHER. ETHELYN'S MISTAKE. MILBANK. EDNA BROWNING. WEST LAWN. MILDRED. FORREST HOUSE. MADELINE. CHRISTMAS STORIES. GRETCHEN (_New_).
"Mrs. Holmes is a peculiarly pleasant and fascinating writer. Her books are always entertaining, and she has the rare faculty of enlisting the sympathy and affections of her readers, and of holding their attention to her pages with deep and absorbing interest."
TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE.--DARKNESS AND DAYLIGHT.--MILBANK.--ENGLISH ORPHANS.--'LENA RIVERS.--ETHELYN'S MISTAKE.--HUGH WORTHINGTON.--MADELINE.--WEST LAWN.--EDNA BROWNING.--MARIAN GREY.--BESSIE'S FORTUNE, ETC.
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COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY DANIEL HOLMES. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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XVII. "Mr. Crazyman, Do You Want Some Cherries?" 131
XXIX. Why Harold Did Not Go to Vassar 249
XL. "Do You Know What You Have Done?" 336
XLI. What Jerrie Found under the Floor 341
XLVIII. What They were Doing and had Done in Shannondale 393
"BREVOORT HOUSE, NEW YORK, Oct. 6th, 18--.
"To Mr. Frank Tracy, of Tracy Park, Shannondale.
"I arrived in the Scotia this morning, and shall take the train for Shannondale at 3 P.M. Send some one to the station to meet us.
This was the telegram which the clerk in the Shannondale office received one October morning, and dispatched to the Hon. Frank Tracy, of Tracy Park, in the quiet town of Shannondale, where our story opens.
Mr. Frank Tracy, who, since his election to the State Legislature for two successive terms, had done nothing except to attend political meetings and make speeches on all public occasions, had an office in town, where he usually spent his mornings, smoking, reading the papers, and talking to Mr. Colvin, his business agent and lawyer, for, though born in one of the humblest New England houses, where the slanting roof almost touched the ground in the rear, and he could scarcely stand upright in the chamber where he slept, Mr. Frank Tracy was a man of leisure now, and as he dashed along the turnpike in his handsome carriage, with his driver beside him, people looked admiringly after him, and pointed him out to strangers as the Hon. Mr. Tracy, of Tracy Park, one of the finest places in the county. It is true it did not belong to him, but he had lived there so long that he looked upon it as his, while his neighbors, too, seemed to have forgotten that there was a Mr. Arthur Tracy, who might at any time come home to claim his own and demand an account of his brother's stewardship. And it was this Arthur Tracy, whose telegram announcing his return from Europe was read by his brother with feelings of surprise and consternation.