"The Song of Lancaster,"
"A Kentucky Girl in Dixie,"
"Short Mountain Trail,"
"Stories for Children,"
"The Housekeepers' Olio,"
and "Home Talks."
J.L. RICHARDSON & CO.
To the memory of my beloved and only son,
George Dunlap Potts, whose young
eyes watched with affectionate
interest the weaving of
A Thrilling Experience 1
A Cluster of Ripe Fruit 12
The Ghost at Crestdale 25
Her Christmas Gift 40
In a Pullman Car 48
In Old Kentucky 58
His Gratitude 71
The Singer's Christmas 82
Turning the Tables 88
How She Helped Him 97
The Iron Box 106
The Girl Farmers 125
[pg ii] Proving a Heart 135
Hezekiah's Wooing 152
A Summer Daisy 159
My First Jury Case 178
Three Visits 187
An Easter Dawn 202
In the Mammoth Cave 215
A REVERIE 239
THE MISER AND THE ANGEL 241
THE CHANGED CROSS 244
The station-house was a little distance from the unpretentious thoroughfare that had grown up in a day, and
my duties were so arduous that I had scarcely leisure for a weekly flitting to a certain mansion on the hill
where dwelt Ellen Morris, my promised wife. In fact, it was with the hope of lessening the distance between
us that I had under taken these quadruple duties.
one o'clock he came hurriedly into the office with a package, which he laid upon my desk, saying:
"Take care of that, Bowen, till to-morrow. I am going up the road."
The commission was not an unusual one, and my safe was one of Marvin's best. I counted the money, which
As I turned away from the lock, a voice at the door said:
"Say, mister, can you tell me the way to the post office?"
A sort of shock went through me at the unexpected presence that seemed to have dropped down from
nowhere, and I replied irritably:
"You could not miss it if you tried. Keep straight ahead."
Soon large drops of rain came down, then faster and more furiously, till the air was one vast sheet of water,
The next passenger train was not due till ten o'clock. I lit the lamps and resigned myself with questionable
patience to the intervening hours. An agreeable interruption came in the form of my supper, which was
brought in a water-proof basket by a sort of jack-at-all-trades whom we called Jake. Shaking himself like a
great dog, he "lowed there wa'n't much more water up yonder nohow."
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