Lot 13 (Volume 1) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... "After this I should like to see a fellow trying to make out to me that thirteen is not the unluckiest number ever invented," was Bernard's reflection, as he tramped after his small, dusky guide along the weed-grown path which led to the Old Provision-ground. CHAPTER XL. THE OLD PROVISION-GROUND. When, on the day after her arrival at St. Clara, Miss McCrie suggested to Marian an afternoon ride, the idea was met with a certain degree of coolness. How was it that people never could remain where they were, even for one single day, Marian wanted to know? And, besides, she was not half rested from the journey, she would much prefer having the rockingchair placed in the garden and spending the afternoon there in the shade of the purple-wreath tree. "And leaving me to take my ride in my own society I As if it was not bad enough to have to ride a base mule in place of my beloved Mosquito, but you must needs condemn me to solitude as well I" "But why can't you stay at home?" "Because I have some very urgent business up beside the Old Provision-ground." "Very well," said Marian, resignedly, "60 be it." She had quickly reflected that if Miss McCrie would not stay at home, there was no alternative but to go with her. During the whole of the forenoon she had been trying to summon courage to ask more questions about those Bolivian skirmishes, which Miss McCrie had touched upon in her talk yesterday. It was strange that she should have seen nothing at all relating to Bolivia in the war-telegrams before leaving home; but of course all sorts of things might have happened in a fortnight, and there was no denying that all sorts of things were always happening in Bolivia. By accompanying Miss McCrie on this afternoon ride she would be sure to find out some more details, quit...