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THE BRASS BOUND BOX

BY EVELYN RAYMOND

AUTHOR OF "THE DOINGS OF NANCY," "MIXED PICKLES," "MY LADY BAREFOOT"

ILLUSTRATED BY DIANTHA W. HORNE

[Illustration]

BOSTON DANA ESTES & COMPANY PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1905 BY DANA ESTES & COMPANY

All rights reserved

THE BRASS BOUND BOX

COLONIAL PRESS Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co. Boston, Mass., U. S. A.

[Illustration: "AT LAST IT WAS OUT"]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. LEGACY AND LEGATEE 11

II. MASTER MONTGOMERY STURTEVANT 25

III. WHY MONTY DID NOT GO A FISHING 40

IV. FOXES' GULLY 50

V. CHESTNUTS AND GOLD MINES 64

VI. THE BRASS BOUND BOX 82

VII. THE GRIT OF MOSES JONES 95

VIII. HAY LOFT DREAMS 110

IX. SQUIRE PETTIJOHN 126

X. ALFARETTA'S PERPLEXITY 142

XI. THE FACE IN THE DARKNESS 154

XII. A STURTEVANT PERFORCE 168

XIII. BUT STURTEVANT TO THE RESCUE 187

XIV. ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON 203

XV. BY THE OLD STONE BRIDGE 220

XVI. THE COTTAGE IN THE WOOD 234

XVII. A SELF ELECTED CONSTABLE 248

XVIII. REUBEN SMITH, ACCESSORY 263

XIX. WHAT THE MOON SAW IN THE CORNFIELD 278

XX. UNINVITED GUESTS 292

XXI. A NEIGHBORLY TRICK OF THE WIND 310

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

PAGE

"AT LAST IT WAS OUT" (See page 81). Frontispiece

"He now lay stretched upon his owner's lap as she still sat on the floor" 27

"'I feel so queer every little spell, an' I must get home'" 97

"There, all anxiety forgotten, they dreamed dreams and saw visions" 120

"Ma'am Puss extracted her own supper in advance of the family's" 148

"Already one pumpkin pie was half devoured" 230

"But the late rising moon looked down upon a curious scene" 290

"Each armed with a grinning Jack and somebody driving Whitey as a snowy guide" 324

THE BRASS BOUND BOX

CHAPTER I.

LEGACY AND LEGATEE

Marsden was one of the few villages of our populous country yet left remote from any line of railway. The chief events of its quiet days were the morning and evening arrivals and departures of the mail coach, whose driver still retained the almost obsolete custom of blowing a horn to signal his approach.

All Marsden favored the horn, it was so convenient and so so antique! which word typified the spirit of the place. For if modest Marsden had any pride, it was in its own unchanging attitude toward modern ways and methods. So, whenever Reuben Smith's trumpet was heard, the villagers knew it was time to leave their homes along the main street and repair to the "general store and post office" for the mail, which was their strongest connecting link with the outside world.

Occasionally, too, the coach brought a visitor to the village; though this was commonly in summer time, when even its own stand offishness could not wholly repel the "city boarder." After the leaves changed color, nobody went to and fro save those who "belonged," as the storekeeper, the milliner, and Squire Pettijohn, the lawyer; and it had been ten years, at least, since Reuben's four in hand was brought to a halt before Miss Eunice Maitland's gate. Now, on a windy day of late September, the two white horses and their two black companions were reined up there, while the trumpet gave a blast which startled the entire neighborhood.

"My heart was in my mouth the minute I heard it!" declared the Widow Sprigg to a crony, later on; although this curious disarrangement of her anatomy did not prevent the good woman from being foremost at the gate to learn the cause of this salute, thus rudely anticipating her mistress's rights in the case... Continue reading book >>




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