Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale
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Glenwood Ida. Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale
PREFACE
EDITOR'S PREFACE
PUBLISHERS' ANNOUNCEMENT
CHAPTER I. MIDNIGHT AT "CLIFF HOUSE."
CHAPTER II. THE LITTLE MARINER ALONE UPON THE OCEAN
CHAPTER III. THE WAIF AFTER THE STORM
CHAPTER IV. RECEPTION NIGHT AT THE NEW HOME
CHAPTER V. DEATH IN THE LITTLE COTTAGE
CHAPTER VI "CRAZY DIMIS" AND THE TWILIGHT SCENE
CHAPTER VII. CHANGES IN THE COTTAGE HOME
CHAPTER VIII. OUT INTO THE WORLD
CHAPTER IX. AN UPPER ROOM IN THE HOTEL
CHAPTER X. THE OPENING OF A NEW LIFE
CHAPTER XI "ROSEDALE."
CHAPTER XII. HEART'S SECRETS REVEALED AND UNREVEALED
CHAPTER XIII. THE MOTHER'S CURSE
CHAPTER XIV. THE MYSTERIOUS LETTER
CHAPTER XV. SCENES ON THE PLANTATION
CHAPTER XVI. THE BIRTHDAY ENTERTAINMENT
CHAPTER XVII. A THRILLING REVELATION
CHAPTER XVIII. THE LITTLE PARTY AT THE WASHBURN'S
CHAPTER XIX. THE DEATH OF UNCLE BOB
CHAPTER XX. THE ABDUCTION
CHAPTER XXI. BREAKING OF HOME TIES
CHAPTER XXII. LEADING HER ON
CHAPTER XXIII. A DAY IN THE HOSPITAL
CHAPTER XXIV. THE DARK, DARK WAVE
CHAPTER XXV. THE RECOGNITION
CHAPTER XXVI. THE "PHANTOM" REMOVED
CHAPTER XXVII. NEW RESOLVES – AND NEW ADVENTURES
CHAPTER XXVIII. FLIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN SPY
CHAPTER XXIX. A NIGHT UPON THE BILLOWS
CHAPTER XXX. THE SHADOWS AS THEY FLY
CHAPTER XXXI. CHANGING CLOUDS
CHAPTER XXXII. THE DARKNESS THICKENS
CHAPTER XXXIII. LIGHT THROUGH THE RIFTED CLOUD
CHAPTER XXXIV. A STORM ABOUT THE WIDOW'S COTTAGE
CHAPTER XXXV. A PROUD SPIRIT BROKEN
CHAPTER XXXVI. UNFOLDINGS AND REVELATIONS
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE GOLDEN CLASP RELINKED
CHAPTER XXXVIII. CHANGES AND REVOLUTIONS
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE HAZY MISTS ARE LIFTING
CHAPTER XL. AUNT VINA IN THE NEW HOME
CHAPTER XLI "GOOD BYE."
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My editing of this most interesting story has been little more than proof-correction. On reading the manuscript in advance of the type-setting I soon found it safer to leave the author's style to take care of itself, sure that it will strike the public, as it struck me, with renewed respect and admiration for one who, sightless, can excel so many of us having all the senses.
It is touching to observe how the blind narrator dwells on outward things, – color, light and shade, sunset skies, human features and expressions, – which must come to her only in imagination. She seems to dwell with peculiar intensity on a world of beauty which we others, sated by abundance, pass by unrecorded if not unnoticed.
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"My daughter," whispered the weeping mother, "believe me, my poor, poor child! This is the bitterest hour of my life, for the words your entreaties compel me to utter will fall sadly on your heart my poor Lillian! But it must be done! Bear them my daughter with all the fortitude of which you are capable!" The lips that were already polluted with the falsehoods they were about to utter pressed the white ashy ones of her child as the demon of remorse was introduced into the chamber of her soul which was to poison ever after the fountain of her existence, and people her midnight vigils with spectral fears.
"It is all for the best! Think so my darling and do not grieve that God has transplanted your beautiful Lily to a more genial clime before its purity was soiled by the contaminations of this tainted life. It is safe now; and by and by it shall be given back to you, and with this assurance do not murmur!" Her words fell unheeded upon ears that were sealed from all earthly sounds; but they were heard! The dark, dark falsehood was registered in letters of fire where no mortal hand could ever blot them out. How true that "upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest, and this shall be the portion of their cup."
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