BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge 1901

COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY SARAH ORNE JEWETT AND HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

The Tory Lover

I. The Sea-Wolf II. The Parting Feast III. A Character of Honor IV. The Flowering of whose Face V. The Challenge VI. The Captain speaks VII. The Sailing of the Ranger VIII. The Major's Hospitalities IX. Brother and Sister X. Against Wind and Tide XI. That Time of Year XII. Between Decks XIII. The Mind of the Doctor XIV. To add More Grief XV. The Coast of France XVI. It is the Soul that sees XVII. The Remnant of Another Time XVIII. Oh had I wist! XIX. The best laid Plans XX. Now are we Friends again? XXI. The Captain gives an Order XXII. The Great Commissioner XXIII. The Salute to the Flag XXIV. Whitehaven XXV. A Man's Character XXVI. They have made Prey of him XXVII. A Prisoner and Captive XXVIII. News at the Landing XXIX. Peggy takes the Air XXX. Madam goes to Sea XXXI. The Mill Prison XXXII. The Golden Dragon XXXIII. They come to Bristol XXXIV. Good English Hearts XXXV. A Stranger at Home XXXVI. My Lord Newburgh's Kindness XXXVII. The Bottom of these Miseries XXXVIII. Full of Straying Streets XXXIX. Mercy and Manly Courage XL. The Watcher's Light XLI. An Offered Opportunity XLII. The Passage Inn XLIII. They follow the Dike XLIV. The Road's End XLV. With the Flood Tide

The Tory Lover

Mary Hamilton . . . _Marcia O. Woodbury_ . . . _Frontispiece_

The Tory Lover

Hamilton House . . . _Charles H. Woodbury_

Along the Dike . . . _Charles H. Woodbury_

"By all you love most, war and this sweet lady."

The last day of October in 1777, Colonel Jonathan Hamilton came out of his high house on the river bank with a handsome, impatient company of guests, all Berwick gentlemen. They stood on the flagstones, watching a coming boat that was just within sight under the shadow of the pines of the farther shore, and eagerly passed from hand to hand a spyglass covered with worn red morocco leather. The sun had just gone down; the quick-gathering dusk of the short day was already veiling the sky before they could see the steady lift and dip of long oars, and make sure of the boat's company. While it was still a long distance away, the gentlemen turned westward and went slowly down through the terraced garden, to wait again with much formality by the gate at the garden foot.