CHAPTER XIV She had not thrown herself into the river, she had not fled with her lover. He had wronged her in his thoughts. She was here....

CHAPTER XIII There was genuine alarm on the maid's pretty, intelligent face. Mrs. Le Roy was startled. "Have you been all over the...

CHAPTER XII In the meantime, Ross Powell with his mind full of his encounter with Laurel, and his passions all aflame with love and hate...

CHAPTER XI If Laurel Vane was thunderstruck at the unexpected sight of the villain who had so deeply insulted her helpless innocence in...

CHAPTER X Two months had passed, and Laurel Vane still remained at Eden, in her character of Mr. Gordon's daughter. The clever conspiracy...

CHAPTER IX In the private parlor of a neat hotel in a city not very far from New York, the true Beatrix Gordon was sitting one lovely...

CHAPTER VIII St. Leon came home one afternoon and made his way straight to the library. The thickly carpeted floor gave back no echo to...

CHAPTER VII Beatrix went swiftly to the pretty dressing room, where the maid was, busy sewing on a dinner dress of pink nuns' veiling for...

CHAPTER VI Beatrix Gordon looked at the beautiful river with wide, dark eyes. The summer sunshine gilded the blue waves, the white sails...

CHAPTER V St. Leon looked at the girl as she made her timid request. Her eyes drooped from his quickly, and the frightened look came into...

CHAPTER IV The agitated lady and her haughty, handsome son both looked at the door with an irrepressible start. A sixteen-year-old girl...

CHAPTER III One of the most magnificent of the many palace homes that adorn the glorious Hudson River belonged to St. Leon Le Roy. It was...

CHAPTER II "Come in," said Laurel, faintly, in answer to the sharp rap at the door. The cheap, plain funeral was over, and the orphan sat...

"The island lies nine leagues away, Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock and sandy bay No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the ...

“Eight days I have haunted this beehive fought my way through the multitude, looked into tens of thousands of faces, and yet failed to ...

"Mother!" exclaimed Mr. Smithers, as he came into the parlor about supper time one winter evening, "that boy's a fool." Mrs. Smithers, ...

“And besides, you know, my dear Mrs. Rose, there is generally something wrong about a woman who dresses so very well.” So spoke Mrs. ...

The great bough of a spreading maple tree was swaying to and fro in the summer wind, a shapely bough covered with green leaves. On it ...

When Dallas Bain and Royall Sherwood, with the dashing young widow, Mrs. Fleming, drove down the village street in their fine landau ...

Fractiousness was the keynote of the mental atmosphere in a certain substantial-looking South Kensington house on a certain Monday ...