Moods

IN A YEAR. The room fronted the west, but a black cloud, barred with red, robbed the hour of twilight's tranquil charm. Shadows haunted it, lurking in corners like spies set there...

WHIMS. "Come, Sylvia, it is nine o'clock! Little slug-a-bed, don't you mean to get up to-day?" said Miss Yule, bustling into her sister's room with the wide-awake appearance of on...

AFLOAT. Sylvia sat sewing in the sunshine with an expression on her face half mirthful, half melancholy, as she looked backward to the girlhood just ended, and forward to the woma...

THROUGH FLOOD AND FIELD AND FIRE. Very early were they afloat again, and as they glided up the stream Sylvia watched the earth's awakening, seeing in it what her own should be. Th...

A GOLDEN WEDDING. Hitherto they had been a most decorous crew, but the next morning something in the air seemed to cause a general overflow of spirits, and they went up the river ...

WHY SYLVIA WAS HAPPY. "I never did understand you, Sylvia; and this last month you have been a perfect enigma to me." With rocking-chair in full action, suspended needle and thou...

DULL BUT NECESSARY. Whoever cares only for incident and action in a book had better skip this chapter and read on; but those who take an interest in the delineation of character w...

NO. Drawn curtains shut out the frosty night, the first fire of the season burned upon the hearth, and basking in its glow sat Sylvia, letting her thoughts wander where they would...

HOLLY. "Another gift for you, Sylvia. I don't know the writing, but it smells like flowers," said Mark, as a smiling maid brought in a package on Christmas morning. Sylvia tore o...

YES. It is easy to say, "I will forget," but perhaps the hardest task given us is to lock up a natural yearning of the heart, and turn a deaf ear to its plaint, for captive and ja...

WOOING. Nothing could have been more unlike than the two pairs of lovers who from April to August haunted Mr. Yule's house. One pair was of the popular order, for Mark was tenderl...

WEDDING. Sylvia was awakened on her wedding morning by a curious choking sound, and starting up found Prue crying over her as if her heart were broken. "What has happened? Is Geo...

SYLVIA'S HONEYMOON. It began with a pleasant journey. Day after day they loitered along country roads that led them through many scenes of summer beauty; pausing at old-fashioned ...

A FIRESIDE FETE. "No cousin Faith to-night. The rain has prevented her from taking this boat, and she is not likely to come later as she comes alone," said Moor, returning from a ...

EARLY AND LATE. One of Sylvia's first acts when she rose was most significant. She shook down her abundant hair, carefully arranged a part in thick curls over cheeks and forehead,...

IN THE TWILIGHT. If Sylvia needed another trial to make that hard week harder, it soon came to her in the knowledge that Warwick watched her. She well knew why, and vainly endeavo...

ASLEEP AND AWAKE. March winds were howling round the house, the clock was striking two, the library lamp still burned, and Moor sat writing with an anxious face. Occasionally, he ...

deeply; and once or twice he laid it down, to press his hand over eyes more weary than the mind that compelled them to this late service. Returning to his work after one of these ...

WHAT NEXT? Sylvia laid her head down on her pillow, believing that this night would be the longest, saddest she had ever known. But before she had time to sigh for sleep it wrapt ...

SIX MONTHS. The ensuing half year seemed fuller of duties and events than any Sylvia had ever known. At first she found it very hard to live her life alone; for inward solitude op...

Others felt and acknowledged its worth as well, for though fashionable libraries were not besieged by inquiries for it, and no short-lived enthusiasm welcomed it, a place was found...

COME. In a small Italian town not far from Rome, a traveller stood listening to an account of a battle lately fought near by, in which the town had suffered much, yet been forever...

OUT OF THE SHADOW. They had been together for an hour, the husband and the wife. The first excitement was now over, and Sylvia stood behind him tearless and tranquil, while Moor, ...

quiet little bit of "still life" is to the eye, after being blinded by the glaring colors of the French school. This novel reproduces that exquisite tone or flavor so hard to expr...