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An Orkney Maid

An Orkney Maid

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AN ORKNEY MAID


By AMELIA E. BARR

An Orkney Maid
Christine
Joan
Profit and Loss
Three Score and Ten
The Measure of a Man
The Winning of Lucia
Playing with Fire
All the Days of My Life

D. Appleton & Company
Publishers
New York




“Ian was utterly charmed with the picture she made–––”
[Page 60]


AN ORKNEY MAID

BY
AMELIA E. BARR

AUTHOR OF “CHRISTINE,” “JOAN,” “PROFIT AND LOSS,” ETC.

“The pleasant habit of existence, the sweet fable of life.”

ILLUSTRATED

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK
LONDON
1918

Copyright, 1918, BY
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY

Printed in the United States of America


TO

MY DEAR FRIEND

DR. MARTIN BARR

OF

ELWYNN, PENNSYLVANIA,

I INSCRIBE THIS BOOK.

Amelia E. Barr.


Honor and truth formed your will,    
Your heart, fidelity.


MOTTO

“You can glad your child, or grieve it,
You can help it, or deceive it,
 When all is done,
 Beneath God’s sun,
You can only love, and leave it.”


CONTENTS

CHAPTER

PAGE

Introduction 1
I. The House of Ragnor 7
II. Adam Vedder’s Trouble 30
III. Aries the Ram 47
IV. Sunna and Her Grandfather 72
V. Sunna and Thora 98
VI. The Old, Old Trouble 129
VII. The Call of War 164
VIII. Thora’s Problem 193
IX. The Bread of Bitterness 230
X. The One Remains, the Many Change and Pass 271
XI. Sequences 304

1

INTRODUCTION

Yesterday morning this thing happened to me: I was reading the New York Times and my eyes suddenly fell upon one word, and that word rang a little bell in my memory, “Kirkwall!” The next moment I had closed my eyes in order to see backward more clearly, and slowly, but surely, the old, old town––standing boldly upon the very beach of the stormy North Sea––became clear in my mental vision. There was a whole fleet of fishing boats, and a few smart smuggling craft rocking gently in its wonderful harbour––a harbour so deep and safe, and so capacious that it appeared capable of sheltering the navies of the world.

I was then eighteen years old, I am now over eighty-six; and the straits of Time have widened and widened with every year, so that many things

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