LOVE AND FATE
VI. A SECRET REVEALED
VII. MOTHER- AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
VIII. END OF THE SECRET MARRIAGE
IX. THE VICTIM
X. THE RIVALS
XI. THE MARTYRS OF LOVE
XII. HERMAN'S STORY
XIII. THE FLIGHT OF HERMAN
XIV. OVER NORA'S GRAVE
XV. NORA'S SON
XVI. THE FORSAKEN WIFE
XVII. THE COUNTESS AND THE CHILD
XVIII. BERENICE
XIX. NOBODY'S SON
XX. NEWS FROM HERMAN
XXI. ISHMAEL'S ADVENTURE
XXII. ISHMAEL GAINS HIS FIRST VERDICT
XXIII. ISHMAEL'S PROGRESS
XXIV. CLAUDIA TO THE RESCUE
XXV. A TURNING POINT IN ISHMAEL'S LIFE
XXVI. THE FIRE AT BRUDENELL HALL
XXVII. ISHMAEL'S FIRST STEP ON THE LADDER
XXVIII. ISHMAEL AND CLAUDIA
XXIX. YOUNG LOVE
XXX. ISHMAEL AND CLAUDIA
XXXI. ISHMAEL HEARS A SECRET FROM AN ENEMY
XXXII. AT HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE
XXXIII. LOVE AND GENIUS
XXXIV. UNDER THE OLD ELM TREE
XXXV. THE DREAM AND THE AWAKENING
XXXVI. DARKNESS
XXXVII. THE NEW HOME
XXXVIII. ISHMAEL'S STRUGGLES
XXXIX. ISHMAEL IN TANGLEWOOD
XL. THE LIBRARY
XLI. CLAUDIA
XLII. ISHMAEL AT TANGLEWOOD
XLIII. THE HEIRESS
XLIV. CLAUDIA'S PERPLEXITIES
XLV. THE INTERVIEW
XLVI. NEW LIFE
XLVII. RUSHY SHORE
XLVIII. ONWARD
XLIX. STILL ONWARD
L. CLAUDIA'S CITY HOME
LI. HEIRESS AND BEAUTY
LII. AN EVENING AT THE PRESIDENT'S
LIII. THE VISCOUNT VINCENT
LIV. ISHMAEL AT THE BALL
LV. A STEP HIGHER
LVI. TRIAL AND TRIUMPH
LVII. THE YOUNG CHAMPION
LVIII. HERMAN BRUDENELL
LIX. FIRST MEETING OF FATHER AND SON
LX. HERMAN AND HANNAH
LXI. ENVY
LXII. FOILED MALICE
LXIII. THE BRIDE ELECT
LXIV. CLAUDIA'S WOE
LXV. ISHMAEL'S WOE
LXVI. THE MARRIAGE MORNING
LXVII. BEE'S HANDKERCHIEF

ISHMAEL

OR,

"IN THE DEPTHS."

CHAPTER I.

THE SISTERS.

But if thou wilt be constant then,
And faithful of thy word,
I'll make thee glorious by my pen
And famous by my sword.
I'll serve thee in such noble ways
Was never heard before;
I'll crown and deck thee all with bays,
And love thee evermore.

--_James Graham_.

"Well, if there be any truth in the old adage, young Herman Brudenell
will have a prosperous life; for really this is a lovely day for the
middle of April--the sky is just as sunny and the air as warm as if it
were June," said Hannah Worth, looking out from the door of her hut upon
a scene as beautiful as ever shone bene