The Eye of Dread
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Erskine Payne. The Eye of Dread
BOOK ONE
CHAPTER I. BETTY
CHAPTER II. WATCHING THE BEES
CHAPTER III. A MOTHER’S STRUGGLE
CHAPTER IV. LEAVE-TAKING
CHAPTER V. THE PASSING OF TIME
CHAPTER VI. THE END OF THE WAR
CHAPTER VII. A NEW ERA BEGINS
CHAPTER VIII. MARY BALLARD’S DISCOVERY
CHAPTER IX. THE BANKER’S POINT OF VIEW
CHAPTER X. THE NUTTING PARTY
CHAPTER XI. BETTY BALLARD’S AWAKENING
CHAPTER XII. MYSTERIOUS FINDINGS
CHAPTER XIII. CONFESSION
BOOK TWO
CHAPTER XIV. OUT OF THE DESERT
CHAPTER XV. THE BIG MAN’S RETURN
CHAPTER XVI. A PECULIAR POSITION
CHAPTER XVII. ADOPTING A FAMILY
CHAPTER XVIII. LARRY KILDENE’S STORY
CHAPTER XIX. THE MINE–AND THE DEPARTURE
CHAPTER XX. ALONE ON THE MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XXI. THE VIOLIN
CHAPTER XXII. THE BEAST ON THE TRAIL
CHAPTER XXIII. A DISCOURSE ON LYING
CHAPTER XXIV. AMALIA’S FÊTE
CHAPTER XXV. HARRY KING LEAVES THE MOUNTAIN
BOOK THREE
CHAPTER XXVI. THE LITTLE SCHOOL-TEACHER
CHAPTER XXVII. THE SWEDE’S TELEGRAM
CHAPTER XXVIII “A RESEMBLANCE SOMEWHERE”
CHAPTER XXIX. THE ARREST
CHAPTER XXX. THE ARGUMENT
CHAPTER XXXI. ROBERT KATER’S SUCCESS
CHAPTER XXXII. THE PRISONER
CHAPTER XXXIII. HESTER CRAIGMILE RECEIVES HER LETTER
CHAPTER XXXIV. JEAN CRAIGMILE’S RETURN
CHAPTER XXXV. THE TRIAL
CHAPTER XXXVI. NELS NELSON’S TESTIMONY
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE STRANGER’S ARRIVAL
CHAPTER XXXVIII. BETTY BALLARD’S TESTIMONY
CHAPTER XXXIX. RECONCILIATION
CHAPTER XL. THE SAME BOY
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Two whip-poor-wills were uttering their insistent note, hidden somewhere among the thick foliage of the maple and basswood trees that towered above the spring down behind the house where the Ballards lived. The sky in the west still glowed with amber light, and the crescent moon floated like a golden boat above the horizon’s edge. The day had been unusually warm, and the family were all gathered on the front porch in the dusk. The lamps within were unlighted, and the evening wind blew the white muslin curtains out and in through the opened windows. The porch was low,–only a step from the ground,–and the grass of the dooryard felt soft and cool to the bare feet of the children.
In front and all around lay the garden–flowers and fruit quaintly intermingled. Down the long path to the gate, where three roads met, great bunches of peonies lifted white blossoms–luminously white in the moonlight; and on either side rows of currant bushes cast low, dark shadows, and here and there dwarf crab-apple trees tossed pale, scented flowers above them. In the dusky evening light the iris flowers showed frail and iridescent against the dark shadows under the bushes.
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Again Peter flung back his head and laughed. He looked at the child with new interest, but Betty did not smile back at him. She did not like being laughed at.
“Mary, my dear, I think we’d better take a little supervision of the child’s reading–I do, really.”
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