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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

and alone," said Rose, shrinking behind the big chair as Charlie 

approached the fire, carefully avoiding a footstool in his way. 

 

"Danger is exciting that's why I like it. No man ever called me a 

coward let him try it once. I never give in and that horse shall not 

conquer me. I'll break his neck, if he breaks my spirit doing it. No I 

don't mean that never mind it's all right," and Charlie laughed in a 

way that troubled her, because there was no mirth in it. 

 

"Have you had a pleasant day?" asked Rose, looking at him 

intently as he stood pondering over the cigar and match which he 

held, as if doubtful which to strike and which to smoke. 

 

"Day? Oh, yes, capital. About two thousand calls, and a nice little 

supper at the Club. Randal can't sing any more than a crow, but I 

left him with a glass of champagne upside down, trying to give 

them my old favorite: 

 

"'Tis better to laugh than be sighing," 

 

and Charlie burst forth in that bacchanalian melody at the top of 

his voice, waving an allumette holder over his head to represent 

Randal's inverted wineglass. 

 

"Hush! You'll wake Aunty," cried Rose in a tone so commanding 

that he broke off in the middle of a roulade to stare at her with a 

blank look as he said apologetically, "I was merely showing how it 

should be done. Don't be angry, dearest look at me as you did this 

morning, and I'll swear never to sing another note if you say so. I'm 

only a little gay we drank your health handsomely, and they all 

congratulated me. Told 'em it wasn't out yet. Stop, though I didn't 

mean to mention that. No matter I'm always in a scrape, but you 

always forgive me in the sweetest way. Do it now, and don't be 

angry, little darling." And, dropping the vase, he went toward her 

with a sudden excitement that made her shrink behind the chair. 

 

She was not angry, but shocked and frightened, for she knew now 

what the matter was and grew so pale, he saw it and asked pardon 

before she could utter a rebuke. 

 

"We'll talk of that tomorrow. It is very late. Go home now, please, 

before Uncle comes," she said, trying to speak naturally yet 

betraying her distress by the tremor of her voice and the sad 

anxiety in her eyes. 


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