Faith Gartney's Girlhood
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NEW YORK THE NEW YORK BOOK COMPANY 1913
East or West, it matters not where—the story may, doubtless, indicate something of latitude and longitude as it proceeds—in the city of Mishaumok, lived Henderson Gartney, Esq., one of those American gentlemen of whom, if she were ever canonized, Martha of Bethany must be the patron saint—if again, feminine celestials, sainthood once achieved through the weary experience of earth, don't know better than to assume such charge of wayward man—born, as they are, seemingly, to the life destiny of being ever careful and troubled about many things.
We have all of us, as little girls, read Rosamond. Now, one of Rosamond's early worries suggests a key to half the worries, early and late, of grown men and women. The silver paper won't cover the basket.
Mr. Gartney had spent his years, from twenty-five to forty, in sedulously tugging at the corners. He had had his share of silver paper, too—only the basket was a little too big.
In a pleasant apartment, half library, half parlor, and used in the winter months as a breakfast room, beside a table still covered with the remnants of the morning meal, sat Mrs. Gartney and her young daughter, Faith; the latter with a somewhat disconcerted, not to say rueful, expression of face.
A pair of slippers on the hearth and the morning paper thrown down beside an armchair, gave hint of the recent presence of the master of the house.
Then I suppose I can't go, remarked the young lady.
I'm sure I don't know, answered the elder, in a helpless, worried sort of tone. It doesn't seem really right to ask your father for the money. I did just speak of your wanting some things for a party, but I suppose he has forgotten it; and, to-day, I hate to trouble him with reminding. Must you really have new gloves and slippers, both?
Faith held up her little foot for answer, shod with a partly worn bronze kid, reduced to morning service.
A. D. T. Whitney
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FAITH GARTNEY'S GIRLHOOD
MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY
CHAPTER I.
"MONEY, MONEY!"
CHAPTER II.
SORTES.
CHAPTER III.
AUNT HENDERSON.
CHAPTER IV.
GLORY McWHIRK.
CHAPTER V.
SOMETHING HAPPENS.
CHAPTER VI.
AUNT HENDERSON'S GIRL HUNT.
CHAPTER VII.
CARES; AND WHAT CAME OF THEM.
CHAPTER VIII.
A NICHE IN LIFE, AND A WOMAN TO FILL IT.
CHAPTER IX.
LIFE OR DEATH?
CHAPTER X.
ROUGH ENDS.
CHAPTER XI.
CROSS CORNERS.
CHAPTER XII.
A RECONNOISSANCE.
CHAPTER XIII.
DEVELOPMENT.
CHAPTER XIV.
A DRIVE WITH THE DOCTOR.
CHAPTER XV.
NEW DUTIES.
CHAPTER XVI.
"BLESSED BE YE, POOR."
CHAPTER XVII.
FROST-WONDERS.
CHAPTER XVIII.
OUT IN THE SNOW.
CHAPTER XIX.
A "LEADING."
CHAPTER XX.
PAUL.
CHAPTER XXI.
PRESSURE.
CHAPTER XXII.
ROGER ARMSTRONG'S STORY.
CHAPTER XXIII.
QUESTION AND ANSWER.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CONFLICT.
CHAPTER XXV.
A GAME AT CHESS.
CHAPTER XXVI.
LAKESIDE.
CHAPTER XXVII.
AT THE MILLS.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
LOCKED IN.
CHAPTER XXIX.
HOME.
CHAPTER XXX.
AUNT HENDERSON'S MYSTERY.
CHAPTER XXXI.
NURSE SAMPSON'S WAY OF LOOKING AT IT.
CHAPTER XXXII.
GLORY McWHIRK'S INSPIRATION.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
LAST HOURS.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
MRS. PARLEY GIMP.
CHAPTER XXXV.
INDIAN SUMMER.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
CHRISTMASTIDE.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
THE WEDDING JOURNEY.
Transcriber's Notes