27 Chapters
WE were three quiet, lonely old men, and SHE was a lively, handsome young woman, and we were at our wits’ end what to do with her. A word about ourselves, first of all—a necessary word, to explain t…
WHO is the young lady? And how did she find her way into The Glen Tower? Her name (in relation to which I shall have something more to say a little further on) is Jessie Yelverton. She is an orphan …
THE chaise stopped in front of us, and before we had recovered from our bewilderment the gardener had opened the door and let down the steps. A bright, laughing face, prettily framed round by a blac…
AT the end of the fifth week of our guest’s stay, among the letters which the morning’s post brought to The Glen Tower there was one for me, from my son George, in the Crimea. The effect which this …
WAS it an Englishman or a Frenchman who first remarked that every family had a skeleton in its cupboard? I am not learned enough to know, but I reverence the observation, whoever made it. It speaks a…
I was taken home on the appointed day to suffer the trial—a hard one even at my tender years—of witnessing my mother’s passionate grief and my father’s mute despair. I remember that the scene of our …
MORE years passed; my mother followed my aunt to the grave, and still I was as far as ever from making any discoveries in relation to Uncle George. Shortly after the period of this last affliction my…
I HAD not been settled much more than six weeks in my country practice when I was sent for to a neighboring town, to consult with the resident medical man there on a case of very dangerous illness. …
SOME years ago there lived in the suburbs of a large seaport town on the west coast of England a man in humble circumstances, by name Isaac Scatchard. His means of subsistence were derived from any e…
His mother came out eagerly to receive him. His face told her in a moment that something was wrong. “I’ve lost the place; but that’s my luck. I dreamed an ill dream last night, mother—or maybe I sa…