The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly Purgatory — John Shaqi
The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly PurgatoryDougall, L. (Lily)
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The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly Purgatory
Dougall, L. (Lily)
Detective and mystery stories; Georgia -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
"If your rich cousin will let you delve for him for a pittance I
shall not interfere. I might tell him he could not put his mine
into worse hands! I shall not alter the agreement we made ten years
ago, which is that while you remain at a distance, and refrain from
annoyance, I shall not seek legal separation."
The husband looked with a faint smile at the crest of the Durgans on the
fashionable notepaper, at the handwriting in which a resolute effort at
fashion barely concealed a lack of education. In the diction and
orthography he discerned the work of a second mind, and it was with a
puzzled, as well as a troubled air, that he tore the paper into atoms
and let them flutter over the precipice in the soft breeze. But the
puzzle was beyond his reading, and the trouble he cast into the past.
Whatever good he had deserved at the hands of his wife, it was not in
his nature to feel that Providence dealt too hardly with him. As he rose
to examine his new scene of work, the phrase of the huge negro returned
to his mind, and he muttered to himself, "Yes, suh; that's all right!"
He found a pick and hammer in the shed, and set himself instantly to
break the rock where the vein of mica had already been worked. Weary as
he soon became, he was glad to suppose that, having failed in dealing
with his kind, he must wrestle now only with the solid earth, and in the
peace of the wilderness.
The angels, looking down upon him, smiled; for they know well that the
warfare of the world is only escaped by selfishness, not by
circumstance.
Chapter II
THE UNWELCOME GUEST
The sun set glorious over the peaks of the Cherokee ridges, and their
crimson outline lay dark, like a haven for the silver boat of the
descending moon, when Durgan, satchel in hand, climbed the ascending
foot-trail.
The cart-road evidently reached the summit by further turnings; but this
footpath, wending through close azalea scrub and under trees, emerged
between one gable of the summit house and the higher rocks above it. On
the other three sides of the house its open lands were broad enough.
This had been the dwelling of the former miner. Durgan, already heralded
by the barking of watch-dogs, could hardly pause to look at a place
which would have been his perquisite had it not been bought at a fancy
price by woman's caprice.
The low shingled dwelling, weathered and overgrown by vines, was faced
by a long, open porch. Its lawn was already bordered by a fringe of
crocus flowers. The house was old, but, beyond a group of trees, a new
barn and carriage-house were standing. The fences of garden, field, and
meadow were also new. The whole property bore marks of recent
improvements which betokened wealth and taste.
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