Adèle Dubois / A Story of the Lovely Miramichi Valley in New Brunswick

by Mrs. William T. Savage

ROCKWELL & ROLLINS,

PRINTERS AND STEREOTYPERS, 122 WASHINGTON STREET, BOSTON.

CONTENTS

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• CHAPTER I. THE DUBOIS HOUSE. [7]
• CHAPTER II. MRS. M'NAB [17]
  
• CHAPTER III. MR. NORTON. [26]
  
• CHAPTER IV. MICAH MUMMYCHOG [35]
  
• CHAPTER V. MRS. LANSDOWNE. [43]
• CHAPTER VI. "JOHN, DEAR". [49]
• CHAPTER VII. A JOURNEY THROUGH THE WILDERNESS. [55]
• CHAPTER VIII. A FUNERAL. [63]
• CHAPTER IX. ADÈLE DUBOIS. [70]
• CHAPTER X. PICARDY. [81]
• CHAPTER XI. MR. BROWN. [95]
• CHAPTER XII. A CASE OF CONSCIENCE. [106]
• CHAPTER XIII. THE GROVE. [116]
• CHAPTER XIV. JOHN AND CÆSAR. [124]
• CHAPTER XV. TRAVELLING IN NEW BRUNSWICK. [129]
• CHAPTER XVI. THE FLOWER UNFOLDING. [134]
• CHAPTER XVII. THE DEER HUNT. [137]
• CHAPTER XVIII. THE PERSECUTION. [150]
• CHAPTER XIX. THE LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR. [158]
• CHAPTER XX. MR. LANSDOWNE SUBMITS TO THE INEVITABLE. [164]
• CHAPTER XXI. TROUBLED HEARTS. [170]
• CHAPTER XXII. A MEMORABLE EVENT. [179]
• CHAPTER XXIII. THE SEPARATION. [193]
• CHAPTER XXIV. CHATEAU DE ROSSILLON. [197]
• CHAPTER XXV. THE LAST SLEEP. [213]
• CHAPTER XXVI. POMPEII. [218]
• CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLUSION. [227]

CHAPTER I.

THE DUBOIS HOUSE.

"Well, verily, I didn't expect to find anything like this, in such a wild region", said Mr. Norton, as he settled himself comfortably in a curiously carved, old-fashioned arm-chair, before the fire that blazed cheerily on the broad hearth of the Dubois House. "'Tis not a Yankee family either", added he, mentally. "Everything agreeable and tidy, but it looks unlike home. It is an Elim in the desert! Goodly palmtrees and abundant water! O! why", he exclaimed aloud, in an impatient tone, as if chiding himself, "should I ever distrust the goodness of the Lord?"

The firelight, playing over his honest face, revealed eyes moistened with the gratitude welling up in his heart. He sat a few minutes gazing at the glowing logs, and then his eyelids closed in the blessed calm of sleep. Weary traveller! He has well earned repose.

There will not be time, during his brief nap, to tell who and what he was, and why he had come to sojourn far away from home and friends. But let the curtain be drawn back for a moment, to reveal a glimpse of that strange, questionable country over which he has been wandering for the last few months, doing hard service.