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Master of the Vineyard   By: (1874-1911)

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BY MYRTLE REED

LOVE LETTERS OF A MUSICIAN LATER LOVE LETTERS OF A MUSICIAN THE SPINSTER BOOK LAVENDER AND OLD LACE PICKABACK SONGS THE SHADOW OF VICTORY THE MASTER'S VIOLIN THE BOOK OF CLEVER BEASTS AT THE SIGN OF THE JACK O' LANTERN A SPINNER IN THE SUN LOVE AFFAIRS OF LITERARY MEN FLOWER OF THE DUSK OLD ROSE AND SILVER SONNETS TO A LOVER MASTER OF THE VINEYARD

[Illustration: "She was not looking at him now, but far across the valley where the vineyard lay."

Chapter Four.

From the painting by Blendon Campbell ]

MASTER OF THE VINEYARD

BY MYRTLE REED

[Illustration]

G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS New York and London The Knickerbocker Press 1910

COPYRIGHT, 1910 BY MYRTLE REED McCULLOUGH

Published, September, 1910 Reprinted, September, 1910 October, 1910

The Knickerbocker Press, New York

[Sidenote: Dedication]

TO

ALL WHO HAVE LOVED IN VAIN

[Sidenote: Contents]

Contents

CHAPTER PAGE

I THE HILL OF THE MUSES 1

II BROWN ALPACA 14

III THE CRYSTAL BALL 29

IV APRIL'S SUN 45

V THE HOUSE OF THE BROKEN HEART 61

VI MORE STATELY MANSIONS 76

VII A LETTER AND A GUEST 91

VIII "WHOM GOD HATH JOINED" 106

IX A SPRING DAY 122

X A LITTLE BROWN MOUSE 137

XI THE HOUR OF THE TURNING NIGHT 154

XII ASKING NOT ANSWER 170

XIII THE STAIN OF THE ROSE 185

XIV THE LIGHT BEFORE A SHRINE 200

XV THE INLAID BOX 215

XVI ONE LITTLE HOUR 230

XVII THE LAST TRYST 245

XVIII STARBREAK 260

XIX IF LOVE WERE ALL 273

XX "THE LADY TRAVELLER" 288

XXI THE WEAVING OF THE TAPESTRY 302

XXII EACH TO HIS OWN WORK 315

XXIII BETROTHAL 330

XXIV THE MINISTER'S CALL 345

XXV A WEDDING 359

Master of the Vineyard

I

The Hill of the Muses

[Sidenote: From the Top of the Hill]

The girl paused among the birches and drew a long breath of relief. It was good to be outdoors after the countless annoyances of the day; to feel the earth springing beneath her step, the keen, crisp air bringing the colour to her cheeks, and the silence of the woods ministering to her soul.

From the top of the hill she surveyed her little world. Where the small white houses clustered in the valley, far below her, she had spent her five and twenty years, shut in by the hills, and, more surely, by the iron bars of circumstance. To her the heights had always meant escape, for in the upper air and in solitude she found detachment a sort of heavenly perspective upon the affairs of the common day.

Down in the bare, brown valley the river lay asleep. Grey patches of melting snow still filled the crevices along its banks, and fragments of broken crystal moved slowly toward the ultimate sea. The late afternoon sun touched the sharp edges, here and there to a faint iridescence. "The river god dreams of rainbows," thought Rosemary, with a smile.

[Sidenote: The Valley]

Only one house was near the river; the others were set farther back. The one upon the shore was the oldest and largest house in the valley, severely simple in line and with a certain air of stateliness. The broad, Colonial porch looked out upon the river and the hills beyond it, while all around, upon the southern slope between the opposite hills and the valley, were the great vineyards of the Marshs', that had descended from father to son during the century that had elapsed since the house was built.

The gnarled and twisted vines scarcely showed now, upon the grey brown background of the soil, but in a few places, where the snow had not yet melted, the tangled black threads were visible... Continue reading book >>




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