Sandy

								


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SANDY
by
ALICE HEGAN RICE
Author of Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch
New York, The Century Co.
1905

TO MY AUNT
MISS MARY A. HEGAN
WHO USED TO TELL ME BETTER STORIES
THAN I SHALL EVER WRITE

CONTENTS


CHAPTER



       I THE STOWAWAY

      II ON SHIPBOARD

     III THE CURSE OF WEALTH

      IV SIDE-TRACKED

       V SANDY RETIRES FROM BUSINESS

      VI HOLLIS FARM

     VII CONVALESCENCE

    VIII AUNT MELVY AS A SOOTHSAYER

      IX TRANSITION

       X WATERLOO

      XI "THE LIGHT THAT LIES"

     XII ANTICIPATION

    XIII THE COUNTY FAIR

     XIV A COUNCIL OF WAR

      XV HELL AND HEAVEN

     XVI THE NELSON HOME

    XVII UNDER THE WILLOWS

   XVIII THE VICTIM

     XIX THE TRIALS OF AN ASSISTANT POSTMASTER

      XX THE IRONY OF CHANCE

     XXI IN THE DARK

    XXII AT WILLOWVALE

   XXIII "THE SHADOW ON THE HEART"

    XXIV THE PRIMROSE WAY

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Looking up, he saw a slender little girl in a long tan coat and a
white tam-o-shanter" Frontispiece
"He sent up yell after yell of victory for the land of his adoption"
"He smiled away his debt of gratitude"
"Then he forgot all about the steps and counting time"
"Burning deeds of prowess rioted in his brain"
"Sandy saw her waver"
"'It's been love, Sandy, ... ever since the first'"

CHAPTER I
THE STOWAWAY

An English mist was rolling lazily inland from the sea. It half
enveloped the two great ocean liners that lay tugging at their
moorings in the bay, and settled over the wharf with a grim
determination to check, as far as possible, the traffic of the
morning.
But the activity of the wharf, while impeded, was in no wise stopped.
The bustle, rattle, and shouting were, in fact, augmented by the
temporary interference. Everybody seemed in a hurry, and everybody
seemed out of temper, save a boy who lay at full length on the quay
and earnestly studied a weather-vane that was lazily trying to make
up its mind which way to point.
He was ragged and brawny and picturesque. His hands, bronzed by the
tan of sixteen summers, were clasped under his head, and his legs were
crossed, one soleless shoe on high vaunting its nakedness in the face
of an indifferent world. A sailor's blouse, two sizes too large, was
held together at the neck by a bit of red cambric, and his trousers