The Cattle-Baron's Daughter

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Bindloss Harold. The Cattle-Baron's Daughter

I. THE PORTENT

II. HETTY TAKES HEED

III. THE CATTLE-BARONS

IV. MULLER STANDS FAST

V. HETTY COMES HOME

VI. THE INCENDIARY

VII. LARRY PROVES INTRACTABLE

VIII. THE SHERIFF

IX. THE PRISONER

X. ON THE TRAIL

XI. LARRY’S ACQUITTAL

XII. THE SPROUTING OF THE SEED

XIII. UNDER FIRE

XIV. TORRANCE’S WARNING

XV. HETTY’S BOUNTY

XVI. LARRY SOLVES THE DIFFICULTY

XVII. LARRY’S PERIL

XVIII. A FUTILE PURSUIT

XIX. TORRANCE ASKS A QUESTION

XX. HETTY’S OBSTINACY

XXI. CLAVERING APPEARS RIDICULOUS

XXII. THE CAVALRY OFFICER

XXIII. HETTY’S AVOWAL

XXIV. THE STOCK TRAIN

XXV. CHEYNE RELIEVES HIS FEELINGS

XXVI. LARRY’S REWARD

XXVII. CLAVERING’S LAST CARD

XXVIII. LARRY RIDES TO CEDAR

XXIX. HETTY DECIDES

XXX. LARRY’S WEDDING DAY

XXXI. TORRANCE RIDES AWAY

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It was evening when Hetty Torrance sat alone in a room of Mrs. Schuyler’s house at Hastings-on-the-Hudson. The room was pretty, though its adornment was garish and somewhat miscellaneous, consisting as it did of the trophies of Miss Schuyler’s European tour. A Parisian clock, rich in gilded scroll work to the verge of barbarity, contrasted with the artistic severity of one or two good Italian marbles, while these in turn stood quaintly upon choice examples of time-mellowed English cabinet-work. There was taste in them all, but they suffered from the juxtaposition, which, however, was somewhat characteristic of the country. Still, Miss Schuyler had not spoiled the splendid parquetrie floor of American timber.

The windows were open wide, and when a little breeze from the darkening river came up across the lawn, Hetty languidly raised her head. The coolness was grateful, the silken cushions she reclined amidst luxurious, but the girl’s eyes grew thoughtful as they wandered round the room, for that evening the suggestion of wealth in all she saw jarred upon her mood. The great city lay not very far away, sweltering with its crowded tenement houses under stifling heat; and she could picture the toilers who herded there, gasping for air. Then her fancy fled further, following the long emigrant train as it crawled west from side-track to side-track, close packed with humanity that was much less cared for than her father’s cattle.

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Once more there was silence, and it was a relief when the unemotional Mrs. Schuyler rose.

“Now,” she said, and her voice, at least, had in it the twang of the country, “you young folks have been solemn quite long enough. Can’t you talk something kind of lively?”

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