CONTENTS
CHAPTER II. — AN EXCHANGE OF CONFIDENCES.
CHAPTER III. — UNWHOLESOME VAPORS.
CHAPTER IV. — “FOUNDED UPON A ROCK.”
CHAPTER VI. — CRAFT—OR DIPLOMACY!
CHAPTER VIII. — THE FACE AT THE WINDOW.
CHAPTER IX. — HE DEPARTETH IN DARKNESS.
CHAPTER XII. — AUNT RACHEL WAXES UNCHARITABLE.
CHAPTER XIII. — JULIUS LENNOX. —
CHAPTER XV. — THE GOOD SAMARITAN.
CHAPTER XVI. — THE HONEST HOUR.
CHAPTER XVII. — AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS.
CHAPTER XVIII. — THUNDER IN THE AIR.
Mrs. Rachel Sutton was a born match maker, and she had cultivated the gift by diligent practice. As the sight of a tendrilled vine suggests the need and fitness of a trellis, and a stray glove invariably brings to mind the thought of its absent fellow, so every disengaged spinster of marriageable age was an appeal—pathetic and sure—to the dear woman's helpful sympathy, and her whole soul went out in compassion over such “nice” and an appropriated bachelors as crossed her orbit, like blind and dizzy comets.
Her propensity, and her conscientious indulgence of the same, were proverbial among her acquaintances, but no one—not even prudish and fearsome maidens of altogether uncertain age, and prudent mammas, equally alive to expediency and decorum—had ever labelled her “Dangerous,” while with young people she was a universal favorite. Although, with an eye single to her hobby, she regarded a man as an uninteresting molecule of animated nature, unless circumstance