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Title: The Mayor of Warwick

Author: Herbert M. Hopkins

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THE MAYOR OF WARWICK

by

HERBERT M. HOPKINS

Author of "The Fighting Bishop"

[Frontispiece: "Have you noticed how silent it has grown?" he asked.]

Boston and New York
Houghton, Mifflin and Company
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1906
Copyright 1906 by Herbert M. Hopkins
All Rights Reserved
Published April 1906

TO PAULINE

CONTENTS

I. THE MEETING IN THE MAPLE WALK
II. THE TOWER
III. CARDINGTON
IV. THE BISHOP'S DAUGHTER
V. THE CANDIDATE
VI. LENA HARPSTER
VII. THE STAR-GAZERS
VIII. "WHAT MAKES HER IN THE WOOD SO LATE?"
IX. "HER HEART WAS OTHERWHERE"
X. MISTRESS AND MAID
XI. AT THE OLD CONTINENTAL
XII. THE CONFESSION
XIII. FURNITURE AND FAMILY
XIV. THE PRESIDENT TAKES A HAND
XV. "I PLUCKED THE ROSE, IMPATIENT OF DELAY"
XVI. THE BLINDNESS OF THE BISHOP
XVII. CONDITIONS
XVIII. "TWO SISTER VESSELS"
XIX. FATHER AND DAUGHTER
XX. "PUNISHMENT, THOUGH LAME OF FOOT"
XXI. THE MAYOR FINDS HIMSELF AT LAST

THE MAYOR OF WARWICK

CHAPTER I

THE MEETING IN THE MAPLE WALK

St George's Hall, situated on a high hill overlooking the city of
Warwick, was still silent and tenantless, though the long vacation was
drawing to a close. To a stranger passing that way for the first time,
the building and the surrounding country would doubtless have suggested
the old England rather than the new. There was something mediaeval in
the massive, castellated tower that carried the eye upward past the