SKY AND POOL
VI. IN THE PUBLIC EYE
VII. THE HOUR STRIKES
VIII. GIVE YOU FIVE MINUTES
IX. THE YOUNG YEAR SMILES
X. THE STORM REGATHERS
XI. HAS IT COME TO THIS?
XII. THE LANTERN QUENCHED
XIII. BABY
XIV. THE TALKATIVE LEONARD
XV. THE THIN ICE BREAKS
XVI. MUST GIVE YOU UP
XVII. SLEEP, OF A SORT
XVIII. MISSING
XIX. A DOUBLE STILL HUNT
XX. A DOUBLE RETURN
XXI. EVENING RED
XXII. MORNING GRAY
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Father," laughed the daughter, "isn't this rather youngish?"
(Frontispiece)
Indeed it was clear that to go away would be unfair.
"Arthur Winslow, I give you five minutes."
"But to know every day and hour that I'm watched."
"I am waiting busily for her slayer."
"Arthur! Arthur! can't you speak?"
I
RUTH AND GODFREY
The old street, keeping its New England Sabbath afternoon so decently
under its majestic elms, was as goodly an example of its sort as the
late seventies of the century just gone could show. It lay along a
north-and-south ridge, between a number of aged and unsmiling cottages,
fronting on cinder sidewalks, and alternating irregularly with about as
many larger homesteads that sat back in their well-shaded gardens with
kindlier dignity and not so grim a self-assertion. Behind, on the west,
these gardens dropped swiftly out of sight to a hidden brook, from the
farther shore of which rose the great wooded hill whose shelter from the
bitter northwest had invited the old Puritan founders to choose the spot
for their farming village of one street, with a Byington and a Winslow
for their first town officers.
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