E-text prepared by Demian Katz and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made available by Villanova University Digital Library (https://digital.library.villanova.edu/) Note: Images of the original pages are available through Villanova University Digital Library. See https://digital.library.villanova.edu/Item/vudl:446403# Transcriber's note: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). This story was first serialized in the _New York Family Story Paper_ as _Jaquelina; or, The Outlaw's Bride_ during 1882. The text used in this edition comes from a later reprint, part of Street & Smith's _Eagle Series_ no. 192, in which it was printed alongside the author's _An Old Man's Darling_. The spelling of the title in this e-book is taken from the original 1882 version. JAQUELINA by MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER Author of "Little Coquette Bonnie," "The Senator's Bride," etc. [Illustration] New York Sreet & Smith, Publishers 238 William Street Copyright, 1883, By Norman L. Munro Copyright, 1900, By Street & Smith JAQUELINA: 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 XL. CHAPTER XLI. CHAPTER I. "Jack-we-li-ner!" A girlish head, "running over with curls," lifted itself from the long orchard grass, and listened--the slender, arched black brows met over the bright, dark eyes in a vexed frown. The woman who was calling Jaquelina in that loud, shrill, uncultivated voice stood in the doorway of a low, unpainted farm-house, prettily situated on the gentle slope of a green hill at whose foot a silvery little brook ran singing past. Beyond it was a strip of fertile meadow. Then the ground took a sloping rise again into the orchard now glowing white and red in the flush of its spring-time blossoming. Under the branches of a wide-spreading apple tree a girl lay at length in the emerald grass and blossoming clover, her curly head bent over a book. The sunshine sifted down through the fragrant boughs on the soft chestnut locks with a glint of gold in their brownness, and on the arch, pretty face with its soft skin tanned to a clear brune by exposure, and the pouting lips that were tinted with the vivid scarlet of youth and bounding vitality. "Jack-we-li-ner!" came the loud, elongated scream again.