At the Time AppointedBarbour, A. Maynard (Anna Maynard)
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At the Time Appointed
Barbour, A. Maynard (Anna Maynard)
Detective and mystery stories
" XIX--The Return to Camp Bird 206
" XX--Forging the Fetters 216
" XXI--Two Crimes by the Same Hand 224
" XXII--The Fetters Broken 237
" XXIII--The Mask Lifted 247
" XXIV--Foreshadowings 254
" XXV--The "Hermitage" 262
" XXVI--John Britton's Story 269
" XXVII--The Rending of the Veil 274
" XXVIII--"As a Dream when One Awaketh" 278
" XXIX--John Darrell's Story 285
" XXX--After Many Years 295
" XXXI--An Eastern Home 300
" XXXII--Marion Holmes 308
" XXXIII--Into the Fulness of Life 316
" XXXIV--A Warning 321
" XXXV--A Fiend at Bay 330
" XXXVI--Senora Martinez 337
" XXXVII--The Identification 343
" XXXVIII--Within the "Pocket" 352
" XXXIV--At the Time Appointed 360
AT THE TIME APPOINTED
_Chapter I_
JOHN DARRELL
Upon a small station on one of the transcontinental lines winding among
the mountains far above the level of the sea, the burning rays of the
noonday sun fell so fiercely that the few buildings seemed ready to
ignite from the intense heat. A season of unusual drought had added to
the natural desolation of the scene. Mountains and foot-hills were
blackened by smouldering fires among the timber, while a dense pall of
smoke entirely hid the distant ranges from view. Patches of sage-brush
and bunch grass, burned sere and brown, alternated with barren stretches
of sand from which piles of rubble rose here and there, telling of
worked-out and abandoned mines. Occasionally a current of air stole
noiselessly down from the canyon above, but its breath scorched the
withered vegetation like the blast from a furnace. Not a sound broke the
stillness; life itself seemed temporarily suspended, while the very air
pulsated and vibrated with the heat, rising in thin, quivering columns.
Suddenly the silence was broken by the rapid approach of the stage from
a distant mining camp, rattling noisily down the street, followed by a
slight stir within the apparently deserted station. Whirling at
breakneck pace around a sharp turn, it stopped precipitately, amid a
blinding cloud of dust, to deposit its passengers at the depot.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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