A Romance of Toronto (Founded on Fact): A Novel
I would like the Government to forbid the publication of all novels that did not end well. —Darwin. What would the world do without story-books. —Dickens.
In the following pages are two plots, one of which was told me by an actor therein; the other I have myself watched from its first page to its last, being living facts in living lives of fair Toronto's children.
THE AUTHOR.
Two gentlemen friends saunter arm in arm up and down the deck of the palace steamer Chicora as she enters our beautiful Lake Ontario from the picturesque Niagara River, on a perfect day in delightful September, when the blue canopy of the heavens seems so far away, one wonders that the mirrored surface of the lake can reflect its color.
Do you know, Buckingham, you puzzle me; you were evidently happier in our little circle at the Hoffman House than in billiard, smoking, or reading-rooms, and just now in the saloon you seemed so content with Miss Crew, my wife and our boy, that I again wonder a man with these tastes, and who has made his little pile, does not marry, said Mr. Dale, in flute-like tones, distinctly English in accent. I really think, my dear fellow, you would be happier in big New York city with some one in it to make a home for you.
I am quite sure your words are kindly meant, Dale, but look at me, he says tranquilly, I am not dwarfed by care, being six feet in my stockings, I have no worrying lines written on my forehead, and between you and I, I am fifty; to be sure I am bald and grey, but that is New York life, a bachelor life, then, has not served me ill; there is a woman at Toronto I should like as my wife, but until I can give her the few luxuries I now deem necessities, I shall remain as I am.
I regret your decision, Buckingham, it is a rock many men split on, this waiting for wealth and missing wifely companionship.
Perhaps you are right; but I should not care to risk it, he says, calmly.
And you a speculator! his friend said, smiling. At this they drifted into business and some joint investments in Canadian mineral locations, when Dale said:
Annie G. Savigny
A ROMANCE OF TORONTO.
TORONTO UNIVERSITY, QUEEN'S PARK.
NOTE.
CONTENTS.
A ROMANCE OF TORONTO.
TORONTO A FAIR MATRON.
WHO IS WHO IN A MEDLEY.
INSTANTANEOUS PHOTOGRAPHS.
THE FOOT-BALL OF CIRCUMSTANCE.
A BONA DEA.
COFFEE AND CHIT-CHAT.
ACROSS THE SEA TO A WITCH'S CALDRON.
A TROUBLED SPIRIT.
VULTURES HABITED AS CHRISTIAN PEW-HOLDERS.
A LUCIFER MATCH.
THEIR "RANK IS BUT THE GUINEA'S STAMP."
ON THE RACK.
LUCIFER'S VOTARIES RAMPANT.
FENCING OFF CONFIDENCE.
THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE.
THE OATH IN THE TOWER OF TORONTO UNIVERSITY.
BIRDS OF PREY.
THE ISLET-GEMMED ST. LAWRENCE.
EYE-OPENERS.
"YOUR EEN WERE LIKE A SPELL."
A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
"BETTER LO'ED YE CANNA BE."
THE THREE LINKS.
A HAND OF ICE LAY ON HER HEART.
"HERE AWA', THERE AWA'."
ELECTRIC TIPS AMONG THE ROSES.
A SERPENT IN PARADISE.
SQUARING ACCOUNTS.
"MAIR SWEET THAN I CAN TELL."