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Updated: June 8, 2025
"But you can come with Mr. Lawson during his vacation. He has promised me to come to 'Gladswood' then." "How funny that everything seems to come contrary! I have promised to go to Woodstock." Having reached the Hampton station Marguerite glanced out of the window. It was fortunate that Cousin Jennie was at that moment deeply engaged in conversation with a lady in the next seat.
An interesting trio graced the cosey parlor of "Gladswood" on this glorious September eve. The balmy breeze stole softly through, the open casement of the old-fashioned lattice window, and shed its fragrance profusely. "Really, Jennie, this is more like an evening in June than September. Why one seems to think there must surely be some of the roses around."
The evening was indeed a jolly one at "Gladswood." Josie being sufficient entertainment for a much larger company made the most of her time, and the most shrewd observer could not detect anything like gloom in Phillip Lawson's manner as he laughed and chatted among the happy party. As the hour was growing late Helen Rushton requested that Josie would sing something for them to "dream on."
Yes, devotees of the world, who build upon the style of your neighbor's dress or equipage and trifle away God's precious moments in silly show and vain trumpery, go to the retreats at "Gladswood," follow Phillip Lawson in his daily rounds, and if you will not, like him, feel your heart expand and seek aspirations of a higher mould a something which gives comfort each breath you draw, each word you utter and each thought you frame! then, we will make bold to say, your heart is irrevocably sealed beyond recall.
Had Louise Rutherford gone further into the subject of changes she might have claimed the bright eyed Jennie as illustration. A change had come to happy "Gladswood," Leslie Graham had won the esteem of aunt Hester, and in return had gained the heart of her daughter.
"It is too early for you to be astir, Hester. I would think you might take things easy when you could. I'm sure there's nothing to get you up here no milking and farm work as at 'Gladswood." "It's second nature with me and I can't help it any more than you can help getting up with the sun and poring over those tedious papers; Stephen, I would think you ought to get sick of such work."
And thus amid fun, frolic and gaiety, Marguerite's visit came to an end, and on the last eve to be spent at Gladswood, the girls are seated in the old summer house enjoying an uninterrupted chat that blissful recreation peculiar to each and every maiden. "Madge, I am almost sorry that you came," said Jennie, taking the pretty white hand within her own. "Promise me that you will come while Mr.
Never had she appeared more bewitching and as the clear-headed Jennie watched the effect produced upon a pair of thoughtful grey eyes she felt a sudden relief, murmuring "he will love but one 'my Marguerite." Reader, another glimpse of life at "Gladswood," and in this inviting retreat imagine Marguerite.
It was from Cousin Jennie. The young lady had arrived in the city and was ready to convey him to "Gladswood," free of charge. "Lottie, can you get Edith to stay with you this evening? I shall be out." The girl, with all the impetuosity of her nature, set off on the gleeful message, while Phillip Lawson mapped out a letter that was energetic and full of decision.
Next in turn came a tramp around the proud old domain of "Gladswood." The stately elms seemed to extend a kindly welcome. All nature seemed to say "welcome, to Gladswood." The birds seemed to have been practising some of their latest melodies, for never did grander strains issue from their sylvan orchestra. How pleasantly the hours glided by in this charming abode. Truly it hath been said
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