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THE LUCKY PIECE
THE LUCKY PIECE
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
PROLOGUE 1
1 BUT PALADINS RIDE FAR BETWEEN 6
2 OUT IN THE BLOWY WET WEATHER 18
3 THE DEEP WOODS OF ENCHANTMENT 34
4 A BRIEF LECTURE AND SOME INTRODUCTIONS 48
5 A FLOWER ON A MOUNTAIN TOP 66
6 IN THE "DEVIL'S GARDEN" 80
7 THE PATH THAT LEADS BACK TO BOYHOOD 99
8 WHAT CAME OUT OF THE MIST 115
9 A SHELTER IN THE FOREST 134
10 THE HERMIT'S STORY 148
11 DURING THE ABSENCE OF CONSTANCE 166
12 CONSTANCE RETURNS AND HEARS A STORY 183
13 WHAT THE SMALL WOMAN IN BLACK SAW 193
14 WHAT MISS CARROWAY DID 208
15 EDITH AND FRANK 219
16 THE LUCKY PIECE 233
EPILOGUE 250
THE LUCKY PIECE
PROLOGUE
There is a sharp turn just above the hill. The North Elba stage
sometimes hesitates there before taking the plunge into the valley
below.
But this was late September. The morning was brisk, the mountains
glorified, the tourists were going home. The four clattering, snorting
horses swung into the turn and made straight for the brow--the stout,
ruddy-faced driver holding hard on the lines, but making no further
effort to check them. Then the boy in the front seat gave his usual
"Hey! look there!" and, the other passengers obeying, as they always
did, saw something not especially related to Algonquin, or Tahawus, or
Whiteface--the great mountains whose slopes were ablaze with autumn,
their peaks already tipped with snow--that was not, indeed, altogether
Adirondack scenery. Where the bend came, at the brink, a little
weather-beaten cottage cornered--a place with apple trees and some
faded summer flowers. In the road in front was a broad flat stone, and
upon it a single figure--a little girl of not more than eight--her arm
extended toward the approaching stage, in her hand a saucer of berries.
The tourists had passed a number of children already, but this one was
different. The others had been mostly in flocks--soiled, stringy-haired
little mountaineers, who had gathered to see the stage go by. The
smooth, oval face of this child, rich under the tan, was clean, the dark
hair closely brushed--her dress a simple garment, though of a fashion
unfavored by the people of the hills. All this could be comprehended in
the brief glance allowed the passengers; also the deep wistful look
which followed them as the stage whirled by without stopping.
A lady in the back seat (she had been in Italy) murmured something about
a "child Madonna." Another said, "Poor little thing!"
CHAPTER PAGE
PROLOGUE 1
1 BUT PALADINS RIDE FAR BETWEEN 6
2 OUT IN THE BLOWY WET WEATHER 18
3 THE DEEP WOODS OF ENCHANTMENT 34
4 A BRIEF LECTURE AND SOME INTRODUCTIONS 48
5 A FLOWER ON A MOUNTAIN TOP 66
6 IN THE "DEVIL'S GARDEN" 80
7 THE PATH THAT LEADS BACK TO BOYHOOD 99
8 WHAT CAME OUT OF THE MIST 115
9 A SHELTER IN THE FOREST 134
10 THE HERMIT'S STORY 148
11 DURING THE ABSENCE OF CONSTANCE 166
12 CONSTANCE RETURNS AND HEARS A STORY 183
13 WHAT THE SMALL WOMAN IN BLACK SAW 193
14 WHAT MISS CARROWAY DID 208
15 EDITH AND FRANK 219
16 THE LUCKY PIECE 233
EPILOGUE 250
THE LUCKY PIECE
PROLOGUE
There is a sharp turn just above the hill. The North Elba stage
sometimes hesitates there before taking the plunge into the valley
below.
But this was late September. The morning was brisk, the mountains
glorified, the tourists were going home. The four clattering, snorting
horses swung into the turn and made straight for the brow--the stout,
ruddy-faced driver holding hard on the lines, but making no further
effort to check them. Then the boy in the front seat gave his usual
"Hey! look there!" and, the other passengers obeying, as they always
did, saw something not especially related to Algonquin, or Tahawus, or
Whiteface--the great mountains whose slopes were ablaze with autumn,
their peaks already tipped with snow--that was not, indeed, altogether
Adirondack scenery. Where the bend came, at the brink, a little
weather-beaten cottage cornered--a place with apple trees and some
faded summer flowers. In the road in front was a broad flat stone, and
upon it a single figure--a little girl of not more than eight--her arm
extended toward the approaching stage, in her hand a saucer of berries.
The tourists had passed a number of children already, but this one was
different. The others had been mostly in flocks--soiled, stringy-haired
little mountaineers, who had gathered to see the stage go by. The
smooth, oval face of this child, rich under the tan, was clean, the dark
hair closely brushed--her dress a simple garment, though of a fashion
unfavored by the people of the hills. All this could be comprehended in
the brief glance allowed the passengers; also the deep wistful look
which followed them as the stage whirled by without stopping.
A lady in the back seat (she had been in Italy) murmured something about
a "child Madonna." Another said, "Poor little thing!"
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