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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet




In spite of much internal rebellion, Charlie held fast to his 

resolution, and Aunt Clara, finding all persuasions vain, gave in 

and in a state of chronic indignation against the world in general 

and Rose in particular, prepared to accompany him. The poor girl 

had a hard time of it and, but for her uncle, would have fared still 

worse. He was a sort of shield upon which Mrs. Clara's 

lamentations, reproaches, and irate glances fell unavailingly 

instead of wounding the heart against which they were aimed. 


The days passed very quickly now, for everyone seemed anxious to 

have the parting over and preparations went on rapidly. The big 

house was made ready to shut up for a year at least, comforts for 

the long voyage laid in, and farewell visits paid. The general 

activity and excitement rendered it impossible for Charlie to lead 

the life of an artistic hermit any longer and he fell into a restless 

condition which caused Rose to long for the departure of the Rajah 

when she felt that he would be safe, for these farewell festivities 

were dangerous to one who was just learning to say "no." 


"Half the month safely gone. If we can only get well over these last 

weeks, a great weight will be off my mind," thought Rose as she 

went down one wild, wet morning toward the end of February. 


Opening the study door to greet her uncle, she exclaimed, "Why, 

Archie!" then paused upon the threshold, transfixed by fear, for in 

her cousin's white face she read the tidings of some great 



"Hush! Don't be frightened. Come in and I'll tell you," he 

whispered, putting down the bottle he had just taken from the 

doctor's medicine closet. 


Rose understood and obeyed, for Aunt Plenty was poorly with her 

rheumatism and depended on her morning doze. 


"What is it?" she said, looking about the room with a shiver, as if 

expecting to see again what she saw there New Year's night. 

Archie was alone, however, and, drawing her toward the closet, 

answered with an evident effort to be quite calm and steady 

"Charlie is hurt! Uncle wants more ether and the wide bandages in 

some drawer or other. He told me, but I forget. You keep this place 

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