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Updated: June 16, 2025
The foothills of the Kentucky Mountains echoed to the strains of a rollicking college song, as Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders rode into a laurel-bordered clearing and dismounted to make their first camp of this, their third summer's outing in the saddle. Only one of the party remained on his mount.
"Not yet, my mother, oh, not yet!" I cried aloud in an agony that could not be repressed, clinging to Dr. Harlowe's arm as if every earthly stay and friend were sliding from my grasp. I knew the meaning of that mute, expressive glance. She was measuring her own grave by the side of Peggy's clay cold bed, she was commending her desolate orphan to the Father of the fatherless, the God of the widow.
By eight o'clock that evening the last guest had arrived, and the Harlowe's hospitable home was the scene of radiant good cheer. Mrs. Gray, enthroned in a big chair in one corner of the drawing room, was in her element, and the young folks vied with each other in doing her homage. The sprightly old lady was never so happy as when surrounded by young folks.
If we do we will be able, at least, to eat our meals without the eternal accompaniment of Miss Harlowe's and Miss Nesbit's doings. Ever since that basketball game, Stuart Hall has talked of nothing else." "Are there many freshmen at Stuart Hall?" asked Beatrice Alden. "Too many to suit me," was the emphatic answer.
"When would this shadowy, flashing being appear, who kept one always thinking of him?" As I had made an engagement with Mr. Regulus for one year, I remained with Dr. Harlowe's family during the winter months, while Mrs. Linwood and Edith returned to the city. The only novelty of that wintry season was the first correspondence of my life.
Readers of "GRACE HARLOWE'S PLEBE YEAR" will remember the masquerade ball given by the sophomores, now juniors, and the active part taken by Grace and her chums in that festivity. The present sophomores had decided to make their ball a larger affair than usual, and had sent out invitations to favored members of the other classes.
Miss Clary, replied my uncle, you have had your will in every thing till now; and this makes your parents' will sit so heavy upon you. My will, Sir! be pleased to allow me to ask, what was my will till now, but my father's will, and yours and my uncle Harlowe's will? Has it not been my pride to obey and oblige?
"Does he call me the wild-cat, still?" asked Madge. "I believe so. He told me to say that he had his house repaired, so that you could visit him without endangering Mrs. Harlowe's china." "The monster! Well, he shall give me a new name, when I see him again. But tell me, Mr. Regulus, who is the very dignified and excellent gentleman whom mamma says is coming to escort me home?
She paused at the first glimpse of Grace Harlowe's face, which was pale; then hurried to her. There were flecks of blood on Grace's cheek, and by that token Elfreda Briggs knew that she had been hit. "Got a smack, I see." "Just a mere scratch," replied Grace. "It made me feel weak and dizzy, but I shall be myself in a few moments."
Let's go," nodded Elfreda. "Nothing much matters after last night, so far as I am concerned." The rest left the decision entirely in Grace Harlowe's hands, and she decided to move as suggested, provided nothing intervened to prevent their doing so.
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