HORATIO ALGER, JR. AUTHOR OF "BRAVE AND BOLD SERIES," ETC. |
THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO. PHILADELPHIA CHICAGOTORONTO Copyright, 1897 by HENRY T. COATES & CO. CONTENTS Chapter | | Page | I. | Jasper's Victory, | 1 | II. | Strange News, | 10 | III. | Jasper Recognizes the Visitor, | 19 | IV. | Thorn's Revenge, | 29 | V. | Jasper's Return Home, | 37 | VI. | The Step-Mother, | 46 | VII. | New Relations, | 54 | VIII. | Sudden Death, | 63 | IX. | A Declaration of War, | 72 | X. | Nicholas Appears upon the Scene, | 81 | XI. | The Outbreak of Hostilities, | 90 | XII. | A Scheme of Vengeance, | 101 | XIII. | Mrs. Kent is Foiled, | 108 | XIV. | Mediation, | 117 | XV. | Good-Bye, | 126 | XVI. | An Unpleasant Adventure, | 135 | XVII. | The Deserted House, | 144 | XVIII. | The Kidnapped Child, | 153 | XIX. | A Brute in Human Shape, | 158 | XX. | A Strange Commission, | 169 | XXI. | Jasper is Intrusted with a Delicate Commission, | 179 | XXII. | A Business Max's Suspicions, | 188 | XXIII. | Where Jasper Found Dick, | 197 | XXIV. | The Sleeping Potion, | 207 | XXV. | Jasper Finds Himself a Prisoner, | 213 | XXVI. | In Confinement, | 217 | XXVII. | An Unexpected Friend, | 225 | XVIII. | Escape, | 230 | XXIX. | Jasper in a New Character, | 236 | XXX. | Jasper Gets a Place, | 245 | XXXI. | The Unwelcome Relative, | 255 | XXXII. | A Cold Reception, | 263 | XXXIII. | Dick Punishes Nicholas, | 270 | XXXIV. | An Important Commission, | 279 | XXXV. | An Indian Maiden, | 283 | XXXVI. | In Difficulties, | 290 | XXXVII. | A Startling Summons, | 303 | XXXVIII. | Dick Comes Back, | 308 | XXXIX. | How It All Ended, | 318 |
boy's room all ready, mother?" asked the father. "We fixed it this mornin'," she said. "And do you remember Jeff Decker?" shouted the elder sister. "Well, he's dead. Yep. Drowned, pickerel fishin'—poor feller!" "Well, how are you gitting along, William?" asked the father. "Sell many pictures?" "An occasional one." "Saw your illustrations in the May number of Perkinson's." The old man paused for a moment, and then added, quite weakly, "Pretty good." "How's everything about the place?" "Oh, just about the same—'bout the same. The colt run away with me last week, but didn't break nothin', though. I was scared, because I had out the new buggy—we got a new buggy—but it didn't break nothin'. I'm goin' to sell the oxen in the fall; I don't want to winter 'em. And then in the spring I'll get a good hoss team. I rented th' back five-acre to John Westfall. I had more'n I could handle with only one hired hand. Times is pickin' up a little, but not much—not much." "And we got a new school-teacher," said one of the girls. "Will, you never noticed my new rocker," said the old mother, pointing. "I set it right where I thought you'd see it, and you never took no notice. Ain't it nice? Father bought it at Monticello for my birthday. I thought you'd notice it first thing." When Hawker had retired for the night, he raised a sash and sat by the window smoking. The odour of the woods and the fields came sweetly to his nostrils. The crickets chanted their hymn of the night. On the black brow of the mountain he could see two long rows of twinkling dots which marked the position of Hemlock Inn.
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