An Old Man's Darling

Name: An Old Man's Darling
Author: Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.

Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.

Fiction

An Old Man's Darling


  BY

  MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER

  AUTHOR OF

  "LITTLE COQUETTE BONNIE," "THE SENATOR'S BRIDE," ETC.


  [Illustration]


  NEW YORK

  STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS

  238 WILLIAM STREET




  Copyright, 1883,

  By NORMAN L. MUNRO

  Copyright, 1900,

  By STREET & SMITH




AN OLD MAN'S DARLING.

BY MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.




CONTENTS


  CHAPTER I.
  CHAPTER II.
  CHAPTER III.
  CHAPTER IV.
  CHAPTER V.
  CHAPTER VI.
  CHAPTER VII.
  CHAPTER VIII.
  CHAPTER IX.
  CHAPTER X.
  CHAPTER XI.
  CHAPTER XII.
  CHAPTER XIII.
  CHAPTER XIV.
  CHAPTER XV.
  CHAPTER XVI.
  CHAPTER XVII.
  CHAPTER XVIII.
  CHAPTER XIX.
  CHAPTER XX.
  CHAPTER XXI.
  CHAPTER XXII.
  CHAPTER XXIII.
  CHAPTER XXIV.
  CHAPTER XXV.
  CHAPTER XXVI.
  CHAPTER XXVII.
  CHAPTER XXVIII.
  CHAPTER XXIX.
  CHAPTER XXX.
  CHAPTER XXXI.
  CHAPTER XXXII.
  CHAPTER XXXIII.
  CHAPTER XXXIV.
  CHAPTER XXXV.
  CHAPTER XXXVI.
  CHAPTER XXXVII.
  CHAPTER XXXVIII.
  CHAPTER XXXIX.




CHAPTER I.


    "The sea, the sea, the open sea;
     The blue, the fresh, the ever free,"

chanted the fresh and delicious voice of a young girl walking along the
sands of the seashore in the summer sunshine at Cape May.

"Cross my palm with silver, and I'll tell your fortune, bonnie maid,"
said a cracked, discordant voice.

The singer paused abruptly, and looked at the owner of the voice--a
lean, decrepit old hag, who extended her withered hand imploringly.

"Nay, now, good soul," answered she, with a merry laugh, "fortune will
come to me anyway, even if I keep my silver piece."

"Aye--aye, it will," said the old crone, wagging her head like a bird
of evil omen; "it aye comes to faces as bonny as your own. But it's I
that can tell you whether it be good or ill fortune."

"Here, then," said the girl, still laughing, and putting a silver piece
into the trembling old hand; "be cheerful, now, and tell me a brave
fortune for my money."

The old sibyl did not appear to relish the light and jesting tone
of the other, and stood for a moment gazing at her in grave and
portentous silence.

What a contrast the two presented as they stood looking at each other!

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An Old Man's Darling

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