Table of Contents
| [CHAPTER I.] | PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW. |
| [CHAPTER II.] | ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK. |
| [CHAPTER III.] | AT DAGGERS' POINTS. |
| [CHAPTER IV.] | MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE. |
| [CHAPTER V.] | RODERIC'S REPENTANCE. |
| [CHAPTER VI.] | ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE. |
| [CHAPTER VII.] | THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW. |
| [CHAPTER VIII.] | "ADIOS, BELOVED!" |
| [CHAPTER IX.] | DOWN THE IRISH COAST. |
| [CHAPTER X.] | FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES. |
| [CHAPTER XI.] | THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK. |
| [CHAPTER XII.] | THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS. |
| [CHAPTER XIII.] | ADONIS ON A NEW TACK. |
| [CHAPTER XIV.] | A CHASE TO THE YACHT. |
| [CHAPTER XV.] | CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT. |
| [CHAPTER XVI.] | THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN. |
| [CHAPTER XVII.] | THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD. |
| [CHAPTER XVIII.] | JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR. |
| [CHAPTER XIX.] | BY WAY OF THE BALCONY. |
| [CHAPTER XX.] | A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S. |
| [CHAPTER XXI.] | THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN. |
| [CHAPTER XXII.] | TO THE OLD FORTRESS. |
| [CHAPTER XXIII.] | HOW THEY WENT IN. |
| [CHAPTER XXIV.] | THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON. |
| [CHAPTER XXV.] | WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME. |
| [CHAPTER XXVI.] | A RACE TO THE BOAT. |
| [CHAPTER XXVII.] | WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER. |
Miss Fairfax of Virginia
CHAPTER I.
PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW.
The genial summer sun had long since dropped behind the Irish hills, and the glowing lights of old Dublin were set like rare jewels upon the dark bosom of mother earth when Roderic Owen, with a fragrant cigar between his teeth, walked to and fro under the shadow of Nelson's column in historic Sackville street, now better known among loyal citizens under the name of O'Connell.
Owen only arrived from Liverpool on the Holyhead steamer that very day and had passed some hours upon various tramcars, surveying those portions of the famous city they traversed.
It may have given him a thrill of satisfaction to realize that he once more stood on his native heath, which land the exile had not seen since, a child of tender years, he left it in company with his heart broken parents; but two decades in the atmosphere of free America had made a full-fledged Yankee out of him, and his heart was wholly pledged to the interests of America.