Medoline Selwyn's Work.

BY MRS. J. J. COLTER.

BOSTON:
IRA BRADLEY & CO.
COPYRIGHT, 1889.

INDEX.

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

Captain Green, under whose care I had been placed when I left my home for the last eight years, had concluded, no doubt very wisely, that I could travel the remaining few miles through quiet county places alone. This last one hundred and fifty miles, however, had been the most trying part of the whole journey. My English was a trifle halting; all our teachers spoke German as their mother tongue at the school, and the last two years I was the only English-born pupil. Captain Green was an old East Indian officer, like my own dead father, and