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Title: The Tangled Threads

Author: Eleanor H. Porter

Release Date: September 19, 2006 [eBook #19336]

Language: English

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THE TANGLED THREADS

by

ELEANOR H. PORTER

New York
The Christian Herald
Bible House

Copyright, 1919, by Eleanor H. Porter
All Rights Reserved

Contents

A DELAYED HERITAGE
THE FOLLY OF WISDOM
CRUMBS
A FOUR-FOOTED FAITH AND A TWO
A MATTER OF SYSTEM
ANGELUS
THE APPLE OF HER EYE
A MUSHROOM OF COLLINGSVILLE
THAT ANGEL BOY
THE LADY IN BLACK
THE SAVING OF DAD
MILLIONAIRE MIKE'S THANKSGIVING
WHEN MOTHER FELL ILL
THE GLORY AND THE SACRIFICE
THE DALTONS AND THE LEGACY
THE LETTER
THE INDIVISIBLE FIVE
THE ELEPHANT'S BOARD AND KEEP
A PATRON OF ART
WHEN POLLY ANN PLAYED SANTA CLAUS

The stories in this volume are here reprinted by the courteous
permission of the publishers of the periodicals in which they first
appeared,--Lippincott's Magazine, The Metropolitan Magazine, McCall's
Magazine, Harper's Magazine, The American Magazine, Progress Magazine,
The Arena, The Christian Endeavor World, The Congregationalist and
Christian World, The Housewife, Harper's Bazar [Transcriber's note:
Bazaar?], Judge's Library Magazine, The New England Magazine, People's
Short Story Magazine, The Christian Herald, The Ladies' World.

The Tangled Threads

A Delayed Heritage

When Hester was two years old a wheezy hand-organ would set her eyes to
sparkling and her cheeks to dimpling, and when she was twenty the
"Maiden's Prayer," played by a school-girl, would fill her soul with
ecstasy.

To Hester, all the world seemed full of melody. Even the clouds in the
sky sailed slowly along in time to a stately march in her brain, or
danced to the tune of a merry schottische that sounded for her ears
alone. And when she saw the sunset from the hill behind her home, there
was always music then--low and tender if the colors were soft and
pale-tinted,