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THE summer had reached its height—the fervent month of July was waning, and Anne Ross’s cheek growing paler every day.—Very hard to bear this time of waiting was, harder than any toil or labor, more u
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THE summer had reached its height—the fervent month of July was waning, and Anne Ross’s cheek growing paler every day.—Very hard to bear this time of waiting was, harder than any toil or labor, more u
MRS. Ross was inspired—how or by what means we are not sufficiently good metaphysicians to be able to specify—but insp…
THE months travelled on peacefully; Jeanie Coulter and Walter Foreman were married with all due mirth and rejoicing. Ad…
THE next day, after a long interview with Christian Lillie, and granting the further delay of a week to Anne for Christ…
ANOTHER day, as bright, as weary, and as long, and still there were no tidings of Christian. Anne became alarmed. She s…
WEARILY, mocking sick hearts with their floods of brightness, the summer days stole on. The house of Schole gaunt and m…
THE next morning rose, dim, hot, and oppressive, suiting well, in its unnatural stillness and sultry brooding, with the…
THE bright weeks of May stole on rapidly, and Anne had made no advance in her search. Little Alice Aytoun, when she cam…
ANNE had fairly started upon her voyage of discovery. The beginning of it cost her many thoughts. She had half advanced…
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