{"product_id":"2940013612754","title":"BETTY AT FORT BLIZZARD1","description":"Scanned, proofed and corrected from the original edition for your reading pleasure.  It is also searchable and contains hyper-links to chapters. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll Color and Pen\/Ink Illustrations have been included in this edition.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCONTENTS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI. \"MISS BETTY\" IN A NEW RÔLE\u003cbr\u003eII. PRETTY MAID AND A GAMECHICK\u003cbr\u003eIII. THE HEART OF A MAID\u003cbr\u003eIV. \"GOOD-BYE, SWEETHEART, GOOD-BYE\"\u003cbr\u003eV. UNFORGETTING\u003cbr\u003eVI. SOME LETTERS AND KETTLE'S ENLISTMENT\u003cbr\u003eVII. THE PLEADING EYES OF WOMEN\u003cbr\u003eVIII. LOVE, THE CONQUEROR\u003cbr\u003eIX. THE REVEILLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eILLUSTRATIONS:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIN COLOR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnita Walked Down the Stairs and Came Face to Face with Broussard\u003cbr\u003eand Mrs. Lawrence . . . . . . Frontispiece\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBroussard Lifted Gamechick by the Bridle and the Next Moment\u003cbr\u003eCleared Both Mare and Girl\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Last Glimpse Broussard Had of Anita Was, As She Stood,\u003cbr\u003eHer Arm About Gamechick's Neck\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This Was Enclosed in a Letter to Me From Mr. Broussard,\"\u003cbr\u003esaid the Colonel\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFROM PEN DRAWINGS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Black Mare Suddenly Threw Her Head Down and Her Heels Up\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Miss Anita is in there with Mr. Broussard, an' He got\u003cbr\u003eon His Courtin' Breeches, an' They's Just as Quiet as\u003cbr\u003ea Couple of Sleepin' Babies\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Never Mind, Dear, Darling Daddy, I Love You Just the Same\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. McGillicuddy Sat Majestically Upright in the Buggy,\u003cbr\u003eWhile the Sergeant Bestrode the Peaceful and Amiable Dot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Neither You nor Your Child Shall Suffer for the Present\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKettle Dropped the Reins, and Grasping Corporal Around the Neck\u003cbr\u003eHung on Desperately\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't Call Your Father 'the Poor old Chap,'\" Said\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Fortescue Positively\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I - \"MISS BETTY\" IN A NEW RÔLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eColonel John Hope Fortescue, commanding the fine new cavalry post of Fort Blizzard, in the far Northwest, sat in his comfortable office and gazed through the big window at the plaza with its tall flagstaff, from which the splendid regimental flag floated in the crystal cold air of December. Afar off was a broad plateau for drills, an aviation field, and beyond all, a still, snow-bound world, walled in by jagged peaks of ice. It seemed to Colonel Fortescue, who was an idealist and at the same time a crack cavalry officer, that the great flag on the giant flagstaff dominated the frozen world around it, and its stars were a part of the firmament. When the sun rose and the flag was run up, then indeed it was sunrise. And when the sun descended in majesty, so the flag descended in glory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the last pale gleam of splendor touched the flag, the sunset gun cracked out suddenly. Colonel Fortescue and his right-hand man for twenty years, Sergeant Patrick McGillicuddy, rose to their feet and stood at \"attention,\" as the flag fell slowly. Then it was reverently furled, and the color sergeant, with the guard, started toward the Colonel's quarters, all whom they passed making way for them and saluting the furled colors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eColonel Fortescue continued to look out of the window, while Sergeant McGillicuddy, getting some belated mail together, passed out of the office entrance of the fine new commandant's quarters. Two horsewomen—Mrs. Fortescue, she who had been Betty Beverley, and her seventeen-year-old Anita—followed by a trooper as escort, were coming through the main entrance. Colonel Fortescue's eyes softened as he watched his wife and daughter, Mrs. Fortescue as slim as when she was Betty Beverley of old in Virginia, and riding as lightly and gracefully as a bird on the wing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere were two other watchers besides the Colonel. These two stood at the drawing-room window. One was tall and black and kind-eyed, with the unquenchable kindness of the colored race. His official name was Solomon Ezekiel Pickup, but ever since Mrs. Fortescue, as Betty Beverley, had taken him, a little waif, forlorn and homeless and friendless, he had been simply Kettle, being as black as a kettle. He had watched and adored the baby days of \"Marse Beverley,\" the straight young stripling now training to be a soldier at West Point, and Anita, the violet-eyed daughter, the adored of her father's heart, but Kettle had not come into his own until the two-year-old baby, John Hope Fortescue II, had arrived in a world which did not expect him, but welcomed him the more rapturously on that account. The new baby had taken everybody by surprise, and immediately acquired the name of the After-Clap. He coolly approved of his father and mother, and thought Anita an entertaining person when she got down on the floor to play with him. Naturally he was indifferent to his twenty-year-old brother, whom he had never seen, but Kettle—his own Kettle—was the beloved of the After-Clap's heart. Next to Kettle in his affections was Mrs. McGillicuddy, the six-foot-two wife of Sergeant...","brand":"Leila's Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145762685168,"sku":"2940013612754","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013612754_p0.jpg?v=1763583013","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013612754","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}