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Author of "Betty's Virginia Christmas," "Papa Bouchard," "The Jugglers," "Little Jarvis," Etc.
With Illustrations in Color and from Pen Drawings by Edmund Frederick
[Frontispiece: Anita walked down the stairs and came face to face with Broussard and Mrs. Lawrence. (missing from book)]
Philadelphia & London J. B. Lippincott Company 1916 Copyright, 1916, by John Wanamaker Book News Monthly Under title "Colonel Fortescue's Betty" Copyright, 1916, by J. B. Lippincott Company Published September, 1916 Reprinted October 20, 1916
I. "MISS BETTY" IN A NEW RÔLE II. A PRETTY MAID AND A GAMECHICK III. THE HEART OF A MAID IV. "GOOD-BYE, SWEETHEART, GOOD-BYE" V. UNFORGETTING VI. SOME LETTERS AND KETTLE'S ENLISTMENT VII. THE PLEADING EYES OF WOMEN VIII. LOVE, THE CONQUEROR IX. THE REVEILLE
Anita Walked Down the Stairs and Came Face to Face with Broussard and Mrs. Lawrence . . . . . . Frontispiece
Broussard Lifted Gamechick by the Bridle and the Next Moment Cleared Both Mare and Girl
The Last Glimpse Broussard Had of Anita Was, As She Stood, Her Arm About Gamechick's Neck
"This Was Enclosed in a Letter to Me From Mr. Broussard," said the Colonel
The Black Mare Suddenly Threw Her Head Down and Her Heels Up
"Miss Anita is in there with Mr. Broussard, an' He got on His Courtin' Breeches, an' They's Just as Quiet as a Couple of Sleepin' Babies"
"Never Mind, Dear, Darling Daddy, I Love You Just the Same"
Mrs. McGillicuddy Sat Majestically Upright in the Buggy, While the Sergeant Bestrode the Peaceful and Amiable Dot
"Neither You nor Your Child Shall Suffer for the Present"
Kettle Dropped the Reins, and Grasping Corporal Around the Neck Hung on Desperately
"Don't Call Your Father 'the Poor old Chap,'" Said Mrs. Fortescue Positively
Colonel John Hope Fortescue, commanding the fine new cavalry post of Fort Blizzard, in the far Northwest, sat in his comfortable office and gazed through the big window at the plaza with its tall flagstaff, from which the splendid regimental flag floated in the crystal cold air of December. Afar off was a broad plateau for drills, an aviation field, and beyond all, a still, snow-bound world, walled in by jagged peaks of ice. It seemed to Colonel Fortescue, who was an idealist and at the same time a crack cavalry officer, that the great flag on the giant flagstaff dominated the frozen world around it, and its stars were a part of the firmament. When the sun rose and the flag was run up, then indeed it was sunrise. And when the sun descended in majesty, so the flag descended in glory.