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Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue

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the workings of his own mind. Now his thoughts seemed to excite him, for his eye glared with an unusual lustre, and his thin lips moved, as if they would disclose the operations of his mind. "Will he do it?" muttered he. "He shall do it, or by ---- he shall suffer! I have the means of compelling him. I will use them." Apparently satisfied with his conclusion, he rose hastily and approached the attorney. A smooth smile--an unwonted expression on his features--seemed to come on demand. Again he looked over the lawyer's shoulder. He saw the name of Henry Carroll, and his former severe expression returned, and his frame was stirred by angry emotions. A half-suppressed oath did not escape the quick ear of the attorney, and he turned to observe the face of his companion. He read at a glance the dissatisfaction which the will occasioned. The reason was plain; and, with the intention of drawing out Jaspar's views, he addressed him. "This Carroll is a lucky fellow," said he. "The devil is always the luckiest fellow in the crowd," growled Jaspar, with an oath. "You are right, sir," returned Maxwell, pleased to see no better feeling between his rival and the uncle. "But who is this Carroll?" said he.
Short Stories and Selections for Use in the Secondary Schools

INTRODUCTION The testimony of librarians as to the kind of books people are reading nowadays is somewhat discouraging to the book-lover who has been brought up in the old traditions. We are told that Scott and Thackeray and George Eliot cannot compete with the year's "best sellers," and that the old classics are read only by the few who have a cultivated taste and a trained intelligence. The interest of novelty, the dislike of mental effort, the temptation to read merely for a mild sensation,--all these undoubtedly tend to keep down the level of literary taste. To many readers of good average ability, neither the esthetic nor the purely intellectual makes a strong appeal. Even minds of fine quality often find a welcome diversion in trivial reading. In fact, to expect every one and at all times to have his mind keyed up to the higher levels is neither sincere nor reasonable. And yet, making due allowance for intellectual limitations, for the busy and distracting conditions of modern life, and for the real need of light reading at times when recreation is of more value than instruction, it would seem that a fair proportion of our reading could
"A hungry cub, whom the colonel has helped along in the world." "Well, he has proved himself a brave and skilful officer, and reflects credit on your brother's judgment in the selection of a _protege_," returned Maxwell, adroitly. "The fellow is all well enough, for aught I know, but he has wheedled the colonel out of fifty thousand dollars, and I can never forgive him for that," said Jaspar, in what was intended for a playful tone, but which was designed as a "feeler" of the attorney's conscience. "But there is still an immense property left, even after deducting the liberal charitable donations," said Maxwell. "There is, but where does it go to? That whining young cub has divided a hundred thousand with me, and the silly girl has the rest." "Which will eventually go into the hands of Captain Carroll,--lucky dog, he!" returned Maxwell, striving to provoke Jaspar still more. "What! what mean you, man?" said Jaspar, with a scowl, as he caught a glimpse of the attorney's meaning. "Is it possible, my dear sir," said Maxwell, laying down his pen, and turning half round, "is it possible you have not observed the intimacy