| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| Prologue | [13] | |
| I | At the Button Mill | [17] |
| II | Seeing Millville | [27] |
| III | Enter a Detective | [37] |
| IV | Harvey Meets “A Dealer in Cattle” | [49] |
| V | A Serpent Whispers and a Woman Listens | [57] |
| VI | A Romance Dawns—and a Tragedy | [67] |
| VII | Harry Boland Hears from His Father | [77] |
| VIII | The Death of Tom Welcome | [85] |
| IX | In Which Some of Chicago’s Best People Essay a Task Too Big for Them | [95] |
| X | The Adventures of a Newspaper Story | [115] |
| XI | A Bomb for Mr. Grogan | [133] |
| XII | Bad News from Millville | [145] |
| XIII | The Reader Meets Another Old Acquaintance | [155] |
| XIV | In Which the Wolf is Bitten by the Lamb | [165] |
| XV | The Search Begins for the Lost Sister | [173] |
| XVI | John Boland Meets Mary Randall | [185] |
| XVII | The Cafe Sinister | [203] |
| XVIII | Lost in the Levee | [219] |
| XIX | Mary Randall Goes to Live in a Wolf’s Den | [229] |
| XX | Druce Signs a Significant Document | [241] |
| XXI | Druce Proves a True Prophet | [253] |
| XXII | “The Mills of the Gods” | [261] |
| XXIII | After the Tragedy | [271] |
| XXIV | “The Highway of the Upright” | [277] |
| XXV | The Interests Versus Mary Randall | [289] |
| XXVI | Out on Bail | [297] |
| XXVII | Harvey Spencer Takes up the Trail | [305] |
| XXVIII | The Forces That Conquer | [317] |
| XXIX | The Call of Eternity | [329] |
| XXX | At the Wedding Feast | [335] |
| XXXI | With the Roses of Love | [345] |
| XXXII | At Mary Randall’s Summer Home | [353] |
| Afterward | [359] |
LITTLE LOST SISTER
PROLOGUE
They came up suddenly over a bit of rising ground, the mill-owner and his friend the writer and student of modern industries, and stood in full view of the factory. The air was sweet with scent of apple-blossoms. A song sparrow trilled in the poplar tree.
“What do you think of our factory?” asked the man of business and of success, turning his keen, aggressive face towards his companion.
The other, the dreamer, waited for moments without speaking, carefully weighing the word, then he answered,
“Horrible.”
“My dear fellow!” The owner’s voice showed that he was really grieved. “Why horrible?”