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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
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

poor fellow caught at a ray of hope and, brightening suddenly, said 

in his own odd way: "Couldn't you take me on trial while you are 

waiting for a true hero? It may be years before you find him; 

meantime, you could be practicing on me in ways that would be 

useful when you get him." 

 

"Oh, Mac! What shall I do with you?" exclaimed Rose, so 

curiously affected by this very characteristic wooing that she did 

not know whether to laugh or cry, for he was looking at her with 

his heart in his eyes, though his proposition was the queerest ever 

made at such a time. 

 

"Just go on being fond of me in your own way, and let me love you 

as much as I like in mine. I'll try to be satisfied with that." And he 

took both her hands so beseechingly that she felt more ungrateful 

than ever. 

 

"No, it would not be fair, for you would love the most and, if the 

hero did appear, what would become of you?" 

 

"I should resemble Uncle Alec in one thing at least fidelity, for my 

first love would be my last." 

 

That went straight to Rose's heart, and for a minute she stood 

silent, looking down at the two strong hands that held hers so 

firmly yet so gently, and the thought went through her mind, "Must 

he, too, be solitary all his life? I have no dear lover as my mother 

had, why cannot I make him happy and forget myself?" 

 

It did not seem very hard, and she owned that, even while she told 

herself that compassion was no equivalent for love. She wanted to 

give all she could, and keep as much of Mac's affection as she 

honestly might, because it seemed to grow more sweet and 

precious when she thought of putting it away. 

 

"You will be like Uncle in happier ways than that, I hope, for you, 

too, must have a high ideal and find her and be happy," she said, 

resolving to be true to the voice of conscience, not be swayed by 

the impulse of the moment. 

 

"I have found her, but I don't see any prospect of happiness, do 

you?" he asked wistfully. 

 

"Dear Mac, I cannot give you the love you want, but I do trust and 

respect you from the bottom of my heart, if that is any comfort," 

began Rose, looking up with eyes full of contrition for the pain her 


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