Daisy Thornton

Name: Daisy Thornton
Author: Holmes, Mary Jane
Holmes, Mary Jane
Fiction
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                        BY MRS. MARY J. HOLMES,

                               AUTHOR OF
      _Tempest and Sunshine.—’Lena Rivers.—Darkness and Daylight._
      _—Marian Grey.—English Orphans.—Hugh Worthington.—Millbank._
            _—Ethelyn’s Mistake.—Edna Browning, Etc., Etc._

      "Those whom God has joined together let no man put asunder."

                               NEW YORK:
                          Copyright, 1878, by
                  _G. W. Carleton & Co., Publishers_.

                          LONDON: S. LOW & CO.

                               MDCCCLXXX.

                           _Samuel Stodder_,
                             _Stereotyper_,
                         _90 Ann Street, N.Y._


                                 _Trow_
                       _Printing and Bookbinding_
                               _Company._

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CONTENTS


    CHAPTER I.—EXTRACTS FROM MISS FRANCES THORNTON’S JOURNAL.
    CHAPTER II.—EXTRACTS FROM GUY’S JOURNAL.
    CHAPTER III.—EXTRACTS FROM DAISY’S JOURNAL.
    CHAPTER IV.—AUTHOR’S STORY.
    CHAPTER V.—THE DIVORCE.
    CHAPTER VI.—EXTRACTS FROM DIARIES.
    CHAPTER VII.—FIVE YEARS LATER.
    CHAPTER VIII.—DAISY’S LETTER.
    CHAPTER IX.—DAISY, TOM, AND THAT OTHER ONE.
    CHAPTER X.—MISS MCDONALD.
    CHAPTER XI.—AT SARATOGA.
    CHAPTER XII.—IN THE SICK ROOM.
    CHAPTER XIII.—DAISY’S JOURNAL.

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                             DAISY THORNTON




CHAPTER I.—EXTRACTS FROM MISS FRANCES THORNTON’S JOURNAL.


                                                Elmwood, June 15th, 18—.

I have been working among my flowers all the morning, digging, weeding
and transplanting, and then stopping a little to rest. My roses are
perfect beauties this year, while my white lilies are the wonder of the
town, and yet my heart was not with them to-day, and it was nothing to
me that those fine people from the Towers came into the grounds while I
was at work, "just to see and admire," they said, adding that there was
no place in Cuylerville like Elmwood. I know that, and Guy and I have
been so happy here, and I loved him so much, and never dreamed what was
in store for me until it came suddenly like a heavy blow.

Why should he wish to marry, when he has lived to be thirty years old
without a care of any kind, and has money enough to allow him to indulge
his taste for books, and pictures, and travel, and is respected by
everybody, and looked up to as the first man in town, and petted and
cared for by me as few brothers have ever been petted and cared for? and
if he must marry, why need he take a child of sixteen, whom he has only
known since Christmas, and whose sole recommendation, so far as I can
learn, is her pretty face?
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