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قراءة كتاب Miss Dividends: A Novel
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Miss Dividends
A Novel
BY ARCHIBALD CLAVERING GUNTER
AUTHOR OF
"MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK," "MR. POTTER OF TEXAS,"
"THAT FRENCHMAN!" "MISS NOBODY OF
NOWHERE," "SMALL BOYS IN BIG BOOTS,"
"A FLORIDA ENCHANTMENT,"
ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
THE HOME PUBLISHING COMPANY
3 East Fourteenth Street
1892
Copyright, 1892,
By A. C. GUNTER.
All rights reserved.
Press of J. J. Little & Co.
Astor Place, New York
CONTENTS.
BOOK I.
THE GIRL FROM NEW YORK.
| I.— | Mr. West | 7 |
| II.— | Miss East | 17 |
| III.— | Her Father's Friend | 30 |
| IV.— | Mr. Ferdie begins his Western Investigations | 38 |
| V.— | The Grand Island Eating-House | 54 |
| VI.— | Mr. Ferdie Discovers a Vigilante | 66 |
| VII.— | What Manner of Man is This? | 77 |
BOOK II.
A CURIOUS CLUB MAN.
| VIII.— | The City of Saints | 101 |
| IX.— | The Ball in Salt Lake | 115 |
| X.— | "Papa!" | 135 |
| XI.— | "For Business Purposes" | 153 |
| XII.— | A Daughter of the Church | 166 |
| XIII.— | The Love of a Bishop | 179 |
| XIV.— | A Rare Club Story | 197 |
BOOK III.
OUT OF A STRANGE COUNTRY.
| XV.— | The Snow-Bound Pullman | 217 |
| XVI.— | "To the Girl I Love!" | 233 |
| XVII.— | A Voice in the Night | 240 |
| XVIII.— | The Last of the Danites | 251 |
| XIX.— | Orange Blossoms among the Snow | 264 |
MISS DIVIDENDS.
BOOK I.
The Girl from New York.
CHAPTER I.
MR. WEST.
"Five minutes behind your appointment," remarks Mr. Whitehouse Southmead in kindly severity; then he laughs and continues: "You see, your oysters are cold."
"As they should be, covered up with ice," returns Captain Harry Storey Lawrence. A moment after, however, he adds more seriously, "I had a good excuse."
"An excuse for keeping this waiting?" And Whitehouse pours out lovingly a glass of Château Yquem.
"Yes, and the best in the world, though probably not one that would be considered good by a lawyer."
"Aha! a woman?" rejoins Mr. Southmead.
"The most beautiful I have ever seen!" cries Lawrence, the enthusiasm of youth beaming in his handsome dark eyes.
"Pooh!" returns the other, "you have only been from the Far West for three days."
"True," remarks Lawrence. "Three days ago I was incompetent, but am not now. You see, I have been living in a mining camp in Southern Utah for the last year, where all women are scarce and none beautiful. For my first three days in New York, every woman I met on the streets seemed to me a houri. Now, however, I am beginning to discriminate. My taste has become normal, and I pronounce the young lady whose fan I picked up on the stairs a few moments ago, just what I have called her. Wouldn't you, if she had eyes——"
"Oh, leave the eyes and devote yourself to the oysters," interjects the more practical Southmead. "You cannot have fallen in love with a girl while picking up her fan; besides, I have business to talk to you about this evening,—business upon which the success of your present transaction may depend."
"You do not think the financial effort France is