You are here
قراءة كتاب Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 3 of 3)
تنويه: تعرض هنا نبذة من اول ١٠ صفحات فقط من الكتاب الالكتروني، لقراءة الكتاب كاملا اضغط على الزر “اشتر الآن"
Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 3 of 3)
MISER FAREBROTHER.
A Novel.
BY B. L. FARJEON,
AUTHOR OF "GREAT PORTER SQUARE," "GRIF," "IN A SILVER SEA,"
"THE HOUSE OF WHITE SHADOWS," ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
LONDON:
WARD & DOWNEY,
12, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
1888.
[Dramatic rights protected and reserved.]
PRINTED BY
KELLY AND CO., GATE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS, W.C.;
AND MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES.
CONTENTS.
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| I.— | A Bad Business | 1 |
| II.— | The Diamond Bracelet | 8 |
| III.— | Sister and Brother | 18 |
| IV.— | Jeremiah in Tribulation | 29 |
| V.— | Miser Farebrother threatens Jeremiah | 46 |
| VI.— | A Dream of an Angel | 71 |
| VII.— | Better than any Day-Dream | 77 |
| VIII.— | Phœbe in Peril | 90 |
| IX.— | Fred Cornwall to the Rescue | 106 |
| X.— | The Inquest | 118 |
| XI.— | The Trial and Verdict—Extracted from a Popular Daily Paper | 144 |
| XII.— | Dick Garden to the Rescue | 170 |
| XIII.— | The Diamond Bracelet again | 186 |
| XIV.— | Richard Garden makes the Acquaintance of Fanny Lethbridge | 203 |
| XV.— | A Strange Experiment | 216 |
| XVI.— | Jeremiah and his Mother Disappear | 224 |
| XVII.— | Chiefly Concerning Fanny | 238 |
| XVIII.— | A Life and Death Struggle | 249 |
| XIX.— | Off for the Honey-moon | 260 |
MISER FAREBROTHER.
CHAPTER I.
A BAD BUSINESS.
At ten o'clock on this morning Captain Ablewhite, unannounced, and without knocking at the door, walked into Jeremiah's room in the hotel at which he had taken up his quarters. Jeremiah was still in bed. Closing the door carefully behind him and turning the key, Captain Ablewhite drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down.
"This is a bad business," said Captain Ablewhite.
Jeremiah was in a parlous condition. His face was haggard; his eyes were bloodshot; he was shaking like a man in a palsy.
"This is a bad business," repeated Captain Ablewhite, "You are too much upset to reply. But why, oh, why have you lost your head?"
Jeremiah put his hand up, feebly and despairingly, and passed it vacantly over his forehead.
"I have here," said Captain Ablewhite, plunging his hands into the pockets of his gorgeous dressing-gown, "a pick-me-up. It will pull you round, and then we can talk."
He produced two bottles—one containing the pick-me-up, the other soda. Taking a large tumbler from a table he poured a good dose of the pick-me-up into it, and then uncorked the soda, which he emptied into the glass.
"Drink this."
Jeremiah drank it, and almost instantly became for a while clear-brained.
"Better?" asked Captain Ablewhite.
"A great deal better," replied Jeremiah.
Then, for the third time, the jovial Captain—he was as fresh as a two-year-old—said, "This is a bad business."
And still, clear-headed as he now was, Jeremiah did not know what to say in answer to a very plain statement of fact.
"Let me see," said Captain Ablewhite, taking out his pocket-book. "There is nothing like looking a difficulty straight in the face. It is not a bit of good shirking it.