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Weymer Jay Mills. Through the Gates of Old Romance
Through the Gates of Old Romance
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An Unrecorded Philadelphia. Romance the Franklin. Family helped into Flower
The Love-story of the Noted. Nathaniel Moore and "the. Heavenly Ellen," a Belle of. Chambers Street, New York. City
A True Picture of the. Last Days of Aaron Burr
The Poetic Courtship Of. Philip Freneau, the Poet. of the Revolution, and. Beautiful Eleanor Forman
The Chevalier de Silly. and his Newport Sally
Susanna Rowson, of "Charlotte Temple" Fame, and her British Grenadier
The Ghosts of an Old. Staten Island Manor
Major André's Last Love
Pinderina Scribblerus, an American Montagu
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Weymer Jay Mills
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Betsey Shewell, who was practically a prisoner at Penn Rhyn, so closely was she watched, thought often of her lover in the weary run of days. She was only allowed to walk as far as the terrace with one of the family or some saucy maid well aware of her mistress's shortcoming. Her diversions were few, and but for her cousin Betsey Bickley she would have wasted from grief. From her she learned of Isaac Hunt, and her lips curved with scorn at the praise bestowed upon him. Her niece brought the news one day of a letter received by Abram Bickley from over the sea. Both girls wondered at its contents. Could it be from West? A closer watch seemed to be kept over the fair visitor. Many an hour they pondered over it, surmising this and that and wreathing it with sanguine fancies. The suspense was becoming maddening when all hope was dashed to the ground by Abram Bickley, who read the communication to his wife one morning as the four sat in the dreary garden. It was from a London creditor.
Another June was upon the land,—a wet month more like some silly April than the span of days loved for cheer and sunshine. The two Betseys were out in the Bickley garden gathering drenched roses for the want of something better to do. All of a sudden from the sleepy road there came the clatter of wheels and the clink of a slow nag's feet. Then into view loomed a comfortable chaise of the style afterwards known as the "Postmaster-General." The pair nearly dropped their budholders in the momentary excitement. Rising from her seat and waving a kerchief was a girl. The face they knew well.
