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Title: North, South and Over the Sea

Author: M.E. Francis (Mrs. Francis Blundell)

Release Date: April 25, 2004 [EBook #12150]

Language: English

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_"COUNTRY LIFE"
Library of Fiction._

NORTH, SOUTH
AND
OVER THE SEA.

By
M.E. FRANCIS
(Mrs. Francis Blundell.)

_with Illustrations by H.M. BROCK._

1902.

NOTE

_Some of these stories have already appeared in "The Cornhill Magazine,"
"Longmans' Magazine," and "Country Life," and are reprinted by kind
permission of the Editors of these periodicals._

CONTENTS

NORTH

GOLDEN SALLY
"TH' OWDEST MEMBER"
THE CONQUEST OF RADICAL TED
HEATHER IN HOLBORN
SENTIMENT AND "FEELIN'"

SOUTH

THE ROMANCE OF BROTHER JOHN
GILES IN LUCK
"THE WOLD LOVE AND THE NOO"
BLACKBIRD'S INSPIRATION
THE GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND HIM

OVER THE SEA

ELLENEY
IN ST. PATRICK'S WARD
THE FLITTING OF THE OLD FOLKS
"THE SPIDER AND THE GOUT"
ROSEEN

GOLDEN SALLY

The long warm day was drawing to its close; over the sandhills yonder
the sun was sinking in a great glory of scarlet and purple and gold.
The air was warm still, and yet full of those myriad indescribable
essences that betoken the falling of the dew; and mingling with, yet
without dominating them, was the sweet penetrating odour of newly-cut
hay.

John Dickinson walked moodily along the lane that led first to his
uncle's wheat-field, and then to the sandhills. He was a tall,
strapping young fellow, broad of shoulder and sturdy of limb, with
nevertheless something about him which betokened that he was not
country bred. His face was not brown enough, his hands were not rough
enough, the shirt sleeves, rolled up above his elbow, were not only
cleaner than those of the ordinary rustic after a hard day, but
displayed arms whereof the tell-tale whiteness proclaimed that they
were little used to such exposure. These arms ached sorely now; all