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That Stick, by Charlotte M. Yonge
This eBook was prepared by Les Bowler.
THAT STICK
by
CHARLOTTE M. YONGE
author of ‘the heir of redclyffe’, ‘unknown to history’, etc.
London
MACMILLAN AND CO.
and new york
1892
All rights reserved
Chap. |
Page |
|
1 |
Honours |
1 |
2 |
Honours Reflected |
9 |
3 |
What is Honour? |
20 |
4 |
Honours Waning |
25 |
5 |
The Peer |
29 |
6 |
The Weight of Honours |
36 |
7 |
Mortons and Manners |
41 |
8 |
Second Thoughts |
49 |
9 |
The Heir-Presumptuous |
53 |
10 |
Coming Honours |
64 |
11 |
Possession |
70 |
12 |
The Burthen of Honours |
77 |
13 |
The Dower House |
81 |
14 |
Westhaven Versions of Honours |
88 |
15 |
The Pied Rook |
99 |
16 |
What is Rest? |
107 |
17 |
On The Surface |
114 |
18 |
Desdichado |
120 |
19 |
The Dolomites |
129 |
Ratzes |
137 |
|
21 |
The Heir-Apparent |
143 |
22 |
Out of Joint |
147 |
23 |
Velvet |
155 |
24 |
The Revenge of Sordid Spirits |
163 |
25 |
The Love |
169 |
26 |
Ida’s Warning |
175 |
27 |
The Young Pretender |
180 |
28 |
Two Bundles of Hay |
187 |
29 |
Jones or Rattler |
193 |
30 |
SCARLET FEVER |
202 |
31 |
Mite |
208 |
32 |
A Shock |
216 |
33 |
Darkness |
223 |
34 |
The Phantom of the Station |
230 |
35 |
The Quest |
239 |
36 |
Ida’s Confession |
247 |
37 |
Hope |
252 |
38 |
The Clue |
262 |
39 |
The Honourable Pauper |
270 |
40 |
Joy Well-nigh Incredible |
277 |
41 |
The Canadian Northmoor |
284 |
42 |
Humble Pie |
290 |
43 |
The Staff |
295 |
‘Oh, there’s that stick. What can he want?’ sighed one of a pair of dignified elderly ladies, in black silk, to the other, as in a quiet country-town street they saw themselves about to be accosted by a man of about forty, with the air of a managing clerk, who came up breathlessly, with a flush on his usually pale cheeks.
‘Miss Lang; I beg pardon! May I be allowed a few words with Miss Marshall? I know it is unusual, but I have something unusual to tell her.’
‘Nothing distressing, I hope, Mr. Morton,’ said one of the ladies, startled.
‘Oh no, quite the reverse,’ he said, with a nervous laugh; ‘in fact, I have unexpectedly come into a property!’
‘Indeed!’ with great astonishment, ‘I congratulate you,’ as the colour mounted in his face, pleasant, honest, but with the subdued expression left by long years of patience in a subordinate position.
‘May I ask—’ began the other sister.
‘I hardly understand it yet,’ was the answer; ‘but I must go to town by the 5.10 train, and I should like her to hear it from myself.’
‘Oh, certainly; it does you honour, Mr. Morton.’
They were entering the sweep of one of those large substantial houses on the outskirts of country towns that have a tendency to become boarding-schools, and such had that of the Misses Lang been long before the days of the High School.
‘Fortunately it is recreation-time,’ said Miss Lang, as she conducted Mr. Morton to the drawing-room, hung round with coloured drawings, in good taste, if stiff, and chiefly devoted to interviews with