DANIEL HOLMES,
In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court for the Northern District of New York
John F. Trow & Son, Printers,
205–213 East 12th St., New York.
CONTENTS.
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| I. | SPRING BANK | [7] |
| II. | WHAT ROVER FOUND | [16] |
| III. | HUGH’S SOLILOQUY | [34] |
| IV. | TERRACE HILL | [39] |
| V. | ANNA AND JOHN | [49] |
| VI. | ALICE JOHNSON | [55] |
| VII. | RIVERSIDE COTTAGE | [61] |
| VIII. | MR. LISTON AND THE DOCTOR | [73] |
| IX. | MATTERS IN KENTUCKY | [78] |
| X. | ’LINA’S PURCHASE AND HUGH’S | [89] |
| XI. | SAM AND ADAH | [98] |
| XII. | WHAT FOLLOWED | [104] |
| XIII. | HOW HUGH PAID HIS DEBTS | [109] |
| XIV. | MRS. JOHNSON’S LETTER | [117] |
| XV. | SARATOGA | [125] |
| XVI. | THE COLUMBIAN | [134] |
| XVII. | HUGH | [144] |
| XVIII. | MEETING OF ALICE AND HUGH | [151] |
| XIX. | ALICE AND MUGGINS | [159] |
| XX. | POOR HUGH | [164] |
| XXI. | ALICE AND ADAH | [182] |
| XXII. | WAKING TO CONSCIOUSNESS | [193] |
| XXIII. | THE SALE | [208] |
| XXIV. | THE RIDE | [215] |
| XXV. | HUGH AND ALICE | [221] |
| XXVI. | ADAH’S JOURNEY | [233] |
| XXVII. | ADAH AT TERRACE HILL | [241] |
| XXVIII. | ANNA AND ADAH | [256] |
| XXIX. | THE RESULT | [261] |
| XXX. | EXCITEMENT | [275] |
| XXXI. | MATTERS AT SPRING BANK | [283] |
| XXXII. | THE DAY OF THE WEDDING | [290] |
| XXXIII. | THE CONVICT’S STORY | [298] |
| XXXIV. | POOR ’LINA | [308] |
| XXXV. | JOINING THE ARMY | [315] |
| XXXVI. | THE DESERTER | [325] |
| XXXVII. | THE SECOND BATTLE OF BULL RUN | [341] |
| XXXVIII. | HUGH AND SAM | [347] |
| XXXIX. | GOING HOME | [355] |
| XL. | CONCLUSION | [366] |
HUGH WORTHINGTON
CHAPTER I.
SPRING BANK.
It was a large, old-fashioned, wooden building, with long, winding piazzas, and low, square porches, where the summer sunshine held many a fantastic dance, and where the winter storm piled up its drifts of snow, whistling merrily as it worked, and shaking the loosened casement, as it went whirling by. In front was a wide-spreading grassy lawn with the carriage road winding through it, over the running brook and onward beneath tall forest trees until it reached the main highway, a distance of nearly half a mile. In the rear was a spacious garden, with bordered walks, climbing roses and creeping vines showing that some where there was a ruling hand, which, while neglecting the sombre building and suffering it to decay, lavished due care upon the grounds, and not on these alone, but also on the well kept barns, and the white-washed dwellings of the negroes,—for ours is a Kentucky scene, and Spring Bank a Kentucky home.
As we have described it so it was on a drear December night, when a fearful storm, for that latitude, was raging, and the snow lay heaped against the fences, or sweeping down from the bending trees, drifted against the doors, and beat against the windows, whence a cheerful light was gleaming, telling of life and possible happiness within. There were no flowing curtains before the windows, no drapery sweeping to the floor—nothing save blinds without and simple shades within, neither of which were doing service now, for the master of the house would have it so in spite of his sister’s remonstrances.