The House of Dreams-Come-True
It’s a strange road leads to the House of Dreams, To the House of Dreams-Come-True, Its hills are steep and its valleys deep, And salt with tears the Wayfarers weep, The Wayfarers—I and you. But there’s sure a way to the House of Dreams, To the House of Dreams-Come-True. We shall find it yet, ere the sun has set, If we fare straight on, come fine, come wet, Wayfarers—I and you. Margaret Pedler.
Note:—Musical setting by Harold Pincott. Published by Edward Schubert & Co., 11 East Sand Street, New York.
THE great spaces of the hall seemed to slope away into impenetrable gloom; velvet darkness deepening imperceptibly into sable density of panelled wall; huge, smoke-blackened beams, stretching wide arms across the roof, showing only as a dim lattice-work of ebony, fretting the shadowy twilight overhead.
At the furthermost end, like a giant golden eye winking sleepily through the dark, smouldered a fire of logs, and near this, in the luminous circle of its warmth, a man and woman were seated at a table lit by tall wax candles in branched candlesticks. With its twinkling points of light, and the fire’s red glow quivering across its shining surface, the table gleamed out like a jewel in a sombre setting—a vivid splash of light in the grey immensity of dusk-enfolded hall.
Dinner was evidently just over, for the candlelight shone softly on satin-skinned fruit, while wonderful gold-veined glass flecked the dark pool of polished mahogany with delicate lines and ripples of opalescent colour.
A silence had fallen on the two who had been dining. They had been gay enough together throughout the course of the meal, but, now that the servants had brought coffee and withdrawn, it seemed as though the stillness—that queer, ghostly, memory-haunted stillness which lurks in the dim, disused recesses of a place—had crept out from the four corners of the hall and were stealing upon them, little by little, as the tide encroaches on the shore, till it had lapped them round in a curious atmosphere of oppression.
Margaret Pedler
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1919
CHAPTER I—THE WANDER-FEVER
CHAPTER II—MADAME DE VARIGNY
CHAPTER III—THE STRANGER ON THE ICE
CHAPTER IV—THE STOLEN DAY
CHAPTER V—AMONG THE SNOWS
CHAPTER VI—THE MAGIC MOMENT
CHAPTER VII—WHICH DEALS WITH REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER VIII—THE MAN FROM MONTAVAN
CHAPTER IX—THE MASTER OF STAPLE
CHAPTER X—OTHER PEOPLE’S TROUBLES
CHAPTER XI—“THE SINS OF THE FATHERS”
CHAPTER XII—A SENSE OF DUTY
CHAPTER XIII—“WILL YOU WALK INTO MY PARLOUR?”
CHAPTER XIV.—A COMPACT
CHAPTER XV—LADY ANNE’S DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER XVI—THE GIFT OF LOVE
CHAPTER XVII—IN THE ROSE GARDEN
CHAPTER XVIII—CROSS-PURPOSES
CHAPTER XIX—THE SPIDER
CHAPTER XX—THE SHADOW OF THE FUTURE
CHAPTER XXI—DIVERS HAPPENINGS
CHAPTER XXII—“WILLING OR UNWILLING!”
CHAPTER XXIII—ON THE SIDE OF THE ANGELS
CHAPTER XXIV—AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
CHAPTER XXV—ARRANGED BY TELEPHONE
CHAPTER XXVI—MOONLIGHT ON THE MOOR
CHAPTER XXVII—INTO THE MIST
CHAPTER XXVIII—THEY WHO WAITED
CHAPTER XXIX—THE GOLDEN HOUR
CHAPTER XXX—THE GATEWAY
CHAPTER XXXI—AN UNWELCOME VISITOR
CHAPTER XXXII—THE DIVIDING SWORD
CHAPTER XXXIII—THE RETURNING TIDE
CHAPTER XXXIV—THE TEST
CHAPTER XXXV—THE EVE OF DEPARTURE
CHAPTER XXXVI—REUNION
CHAPTER XXXVII—“AN HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS”