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Title: He Fell in Love with His Wife

Author: Edward P. Roe

Posting Date: March 21, 2009 [EBook #2271]
Release Date: June, 2000

Language: English

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HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HIS WIFE

by

Edward P. Roe

CONTENTS

Chapter

I Left Alone
II A Very Interested Friend
III Mrs. Mumpson Negotiates and Yields
IV Domestic Bliss
V Mrs. Mumpson Takes up Her Burdens
VI A Marriage?
VII From Home to the Street
VIII Holcroft's View of Matrimony
IX Mrs. Mumpson Accepts Her Mission
X A Night of Terror
XI Baffled
XII Jane
XIII Not Wife, But Waif
XIV A Pitched Battle
XV "What is to Become of Me?"
XVI Mrs. Mumpson's Vicissitudes
XVII A Momentous Decision
XVIII Holcroft Gives His Hand
XIX A Business Marriage
XX Uncle Jonathan's Impression of the Bride
XXI At Home
XXII Getting Acquainted
XXIII Between the Past and Future
XXIV Given Her Own Way
XXV A Charivari
XXVI "You Don't Know"
XXVII Farm and Farmer Bewitched
XXVIII Another Waif
XXIX Husband and Wife in Trouble
XXX Holcroft's Best Hope
XXXI "Never!"
XXXII Jane Plays Mouse to the Lion
XXXIII "Shrink From YOU?"

Chapter I.

Left Alone

The dreary March evening is rapidly passing from murky gloom to
obscurity. Gusts of icy rain and sleet are sweeping full against a man
who, though driving, bows his head so low that he cannot see his
horses. The patient beasts, however, plod along the miry road,
unerringly taking their course to the distant stable door. The highway
sometimes passes through a grove on the edge of a forest, and the trees
creak and groan as they writhe in the heavy blasts. In occasional
groups of pines there is sighing and moaning almost human in
suggestiveness of trouble. Never had Nature been in a more dismal
mood, never had she been more prodi