Title:  Medoline Selwyn’s Work

Author:  Mrs. J. J. Colter

Release Date:  March 26, 2006 [EBook #18052]

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

*** Start of this project gutenberg EBOOK Medoline Selwyn’s work ***

Produced by Robert Cicconetti, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org))

Medoline Selwyn’s Work.

By Mrs. J. J. Colter.

Boston: 
Ira Bradley & Co. 
Copyright, 1889.

    “The golden opportunity. 

Is never offered twice:  seize, then, the hour
When Fortune smiles and Duty points the way;
Nor shrink aside to ’scape the fear.—­
Nor pause though Pleasure beckon from her bower,
But bravely bear thee onward to the goal”

CHAPTER.

      I. Mrs. Blake
     II.  Oaklands
    III.  Esmerelda
     IV.  The Funeral
      V. A New Accomplishment Learned
     VI.  Mr. Winthrop
    VII.  Examination
   VIII.  Mrs. Larkum
     IX.  An Evening Walk
      X. A Helping Hand
     XI.  City Life
    XII.  New Acquaintances
   XIII.  Alone With His Dead
    XIV.  Humble Charities
     XV.  A Pleasant Surprise
    XVI.  Hope Realized
   XVII.  Christmas-tide
  XVIII.  The Christmas Tree
    XIX.  Three Important Letters
     XX.  Mrs. Le Grande
    XXI.  Mrs. Le Grande’s Story
   XXII.  The Changed Heart
  XXIII.  The Encounter at St. Mark’s
   XXIV.  Mrs. Le Grande’s Stratagem
    XXV.  Beech Street Worshippers
   XXVI.  From The Depths
  XXVII.  Convalescence
 XXVIII.  The Sound of Marriage Bells
   XXIX.  The End

MEDOLINE SELWYN’S WORK.

CHAPTER I.

Mrs. Blake.

The cars were not over-crowded, and were moving leisurely along in the soft, midsummer twilight.  At first, I had felt a trifle annoyed at my carelessness in missing the Express by which I had been expected; but now I quite enjoyed going in this mixed train, since I could the better observe the country than in the swifter Express.  As I drew near the end of my journey, my pulses began to quicken with nervousness, not unmixed with dread.