Published by
THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY,
Cleveland, Ohio, U. S. A.
INDEX
| Chapter | Page | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| [I] | “Lightly Won is Lightly Lost.” | [3] | |
| [II] | “Sweetheart, Name the Day for Me.” | [11] | |
| [III] | The Moth and the Star | [17] | |
| [IV] | “And Thou Wert Gay,— | [22] | |
| [V] | The Mysterious Stranger | [27] | |
| [VI] | Viola’s Repentance | [34] | |
| [VII] | ’Twixt Love and Hate | [42] | |
| [VIII] | Heart Struggles | [47] | |
| [IX] | “A Man’s Heart is not Simply a Toy!” | [50] | |
| [X] | Their Meeting | [58] | |
| [XI] | Turning Over a New Leaf | [62] | |
| [XII] | Hidden Grief | [67] | |
| [XIII] | A Sweet Confession | [72] | |
| [XIV] | Several Secrets | [75] | |
| [XV] | Queen of Song and Love and Beauty | [82] | |
| [XVI] | The Bridal-Eve | [90] | |
| [XVII] | Viola’s Waterloo | [98] | |
| [XVIII] | “I Drove Poor Viola to Her Death.” | [104] | |
| [XIX] | A Coup D’État. | [112] | |
| [XX] | “Was ever Maiden in This Humor Wooed?” | [117] | |
| [XXI] | The Bride’s Home-Coming | [122] | |
| [XXII] | “Go Back to your Haughty Bride.” | [127] | |
| [XXIII] | Playing her Part | [133] | |
| [XXIV] | The Letter that came too Late | [138] | |
| [XXV] | “Had you Only Waited ’Till This Morning.” | [143] | |
| [XXVI] | Only a Month | [153] | |
| [XXVII] | Viola’s New Role | [158] | |
| [XXVIII] | Viola’s Vindication | [164] | |
| [XXIX] | Alienation | [170] | |
| [XXX] | Rivals Still | [176] | |
| [XXXI] | “Could Ye Come Back to Me, Douglas!” | [182] | |
| [XXXII] | The Portrait | [187] | |
| [XXXIII] | “Whom First We Love, We Seldom Wed.” | [193] | |
| [XXXIV] | In Her Toils Again | [200] | |
| [XXXV] | “It was Pique, not Love.” | [205] | |
| [XXXVI] | Startling News | [212] | |
| [XXXVII] | Bon Voyage | [215] | |
| [XXXVIII] | “As Flies the Dove to seek its Mate.” | [221] | |
| [XXXIX] | Hope Deferred maketh the Heart Sick | [224] | |
| [XL] | “Cuba Libre” | [229] | |
| [XLI] | “After Long Grief and Pain.” | [234] | |
VIOLA’S VANITY
CHAPTER I.
“LIGHTLY WON IS LIGHTLY LOST.”
When the viols played their best,
Lamps above and laughs below,
“Love me,” sounded like a jest,
Fit for yes or fit for no.