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Title: Bylow Hill

Author: George Washington Cable

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BYLOW HILL

by

GEORGE W. CABLE

With Illustrations by F. C. Yohn

Charles Scribner's Sons
New York

MCMII

[Illustration: "Father," laughed the daughter, "isn't this rather
youngish?"]

CONTENTS

I. RUTH AND GODFREY
II. ISABEL
III. ARTHUR AND LEONARD
IV. AND BRING DOWN THE REMAINDER
V. SKY AND POOL
VI. IN THE PUBLIC EYE
VII. THE HOUR STRIKES
VIII. GIVE YOU FIVE MINUTES
IX. THE YOUNG YEAR SMILES
X. THE STORM REGATHERS
XI. HAS IT COME TO THIS?
XII. THE LANTERN QUENCHED
XIII. BABY
XIV. THE TALKATIVE LEONARD
XV. THE THIN ICE BREAKS
XVI. MUST GIVE YOU UP
XVII. SLEEP, OF A SORT
XVIII. MISSING
XIX. A DOUBLE STILL HUNT
XX. A DOUBLE RETURN
XXI. EVENING RED
XXII. MORNING GRAY

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Father," laughed the daughter, "isn't this rather youngish?"
(Frontispiece)

Indeed it was clear that to go away would be unfair.

"Arthur Winslow, I give you five minutes."

"But to know every day and hour that I'm watched."

"I am waiting busily for her slayer."

"Arthur! Arthur! can't you speak?"

I

RUTH AND GODFREY

The old street, keeping its New England Sabbath afternoon so decently
under its majestic elms, was as goodly an example of its sort as the
late seventies of the century just gone could show. It lay along a
north-and-south ridge, between a number of aged