The Storyteller a Broken Wedding-ring. Chapter XXVI—Continued
It was perfectly true; yet the moment he had said the words he repented of them ; she looked so terribly pained. 'I am sorry that my face lacks anything…
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Queanbeyan & Braidwood · Weddings
50 stories in Queanbeyan & Braidwood's papers · page 1 of 3
It was perfectly true; yet the moment he had said the words he repented of them ; she looked so terribly pained. 'I am sorry that my face lacks anything…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →On Wednesday afternoon, without any apparent notice, the marriage of Miss Brook, (daughter of Mr W. Brook.) with Mr T. S[?]y, formerly of this town, was…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →During luncheon Basil spoke of the music he had heard at Southwood, of the clear soprano voice, so rich and rare in quality. The Duke said that he had heard a young…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →'I am sure,' laughed Sir Basil. She knitted her brows with an air of perplexity. 'I do not understand that. When you…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →"You must help him," Hettie would answer blithely—"no one understands these matters so we! as you do.' And such demonstration of faith in him pleased Martin…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →'What an expressive word, Leah!' he replied, trying to treat the matter lightly. They were standing then by a magnificent statue of Cleopatra holding the viper in her…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The western wind seemed to grow chill. Hettie's heart was heavy with pain and fear. He had been so much pain and fear. He had been so much to her, and her life was so cheerless. She thought of her sick…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →'Nothing could be more beautiful,' he said. 'How rooms, after a time, seem to partake of the characer of those who live in them! I was looking round Glen this…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →A LONDON cablegram dated January 25 says a wedding which occasioned a great stir in fashionable circles was was solemnised to-day between Baron…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →That Hettie was a model nurse, as she had always been a model daughter, surprised no one. She never seemed to think of herself; she scarcely slept or rested, for the dying…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →There was a long animated discussion between the General and Hettie. She was so firmly resolved not to relinquish her name, and Sir Arthur was as determined the name…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →'I must have a long talk with Leah this morning,' he said to himself, and later on I must see Basil. I have much to say to him; but the chances are that he will not…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Sir Basil walked slowly up avenue; he the looked tired and pale—not at all like a gay or edger bridegroom. Shadows in his eyes told of sleepless night of weary days, of sad…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →LAST Wednesday at St. Joseph's R. C. Church, Gunda[?] the nuptial knot was tied between Miss Kate Flanagan, eldest daughter of T.Fianagan, Esq., Bywong…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →'I am afraid there is something wrong,' he said to Basil. 'What is the matter?' be asked, turning to the servant who entered…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Hettie moved away from the picture; she went to the other end of the room and took up a book. He looked after her with haggard wistful eyes ; every step of hers…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →A few minutes later Leah had gone back to Hattie's room, with many little mementoes of home that she thought would interest her. Then a visitor arrived, one of the ladies of…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →On Tuesday there was a quiet little wedding at the Canberra Church, when the Rev P. G Smith united in the bonds of matrimony Miss Margaret Robertson and…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →The six-day racing game continues to.pay in America notwithstanding the fact that many of the participants develop insanity of a graver kind than that which [?]…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →"Girls, girls!" cried I, triumphantly waving an old-fashioned yellow envelope in the sunny September air. "I got a letter from Uncle Bob!"…
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