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Title: Tracy Park
Author: Mary Jane Holmes
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Language: English
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TRACY PARK
A Novel
by
MRS. MARY J. HOLMES,
Author of Bessie's Fortune, Queenie Hetherton, Edith Lysle's Secret,
Homestead on the Hillside, etc., etc., etc.
Toronto:
Rose Publishing Company
Hunter Rose & Co.
Printers & Book Binders
Toronto
25 Wellington St
1886
"Don't stand and cry; press forward and remove the
difficulty."--Dickens.
CHAPTER I.
THE TELEGRAM.
'BREVOORT HOUSE, NEW YORK, Oct. 6th, 18--.
'_To Mr. Frank Tracy, Tracy Park, Shannondale_.
'I arrived in the Scotia this morning, and shall take the train for
Shannondale at 3 p.m. Send someone to the station to meet us.
'ARTHUR TRACEY.'
This was the telegram which the clerk in the Shannonville office wrote
out one October morning, and despatched to the Hon. Frank Tracy, of
Tracy Park, in the quiet town of Shannondale, where our story opens.
Mr. Frank Tracy, who, since his election to the State Legislature for
two successive terms, had done nothing except to attend political
meetings and make speeches on all public occasions, had an office in
town, where he usually spent his mornings, smoking, reading the papers
and talking to Mr. Colvin, his business agent and lawyer, for, though
born in one of the humblest of New England houses, where the slanting
roof almost touched the ground in the rear, and he could scarcely stand
upright in the chamber where he slept, Mr. Frank Tracy was a great man
now, and as he dashed along the turnpike behind his blooded bays, with
his driver beside him, people looked admi
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