Tracy Park. Mary Jane Holmes

IN SHANNONDALE.

       CHAPTER XXIX.

       WHY HAROLD DID NOT GO TO VASSAR.

       CHAPTER XXX.

       THE WALK HOME.

       CHAPTER XXXI.

       AT HOME.

       CHAPTER XXXII.

       THE NEXT DAY.

       CHAPTER XXXIII.

       AT THE PARK HOUSE.

       CHAPTER XXXIV.

       UNDER THE PINES WITH TOM.

       CHAPTER XXXV.

       THE GARDEN PARTY.

       CHAPTER XXXVI.

       OUT IN THE STORM.

       CHAPTER XXXVII.

       UNDER THE PINES WITH DICK.

       CHAPTER XXXVIII.

       AT LE BATEAU.

       CHAPTER XXXIX.

       MAUDE.

       CHAPTER XL.

       'DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?'

       CHAPTER XLI.

       WHAT JERRIE FOUND UNDER THE FLOOR.

       CHAPTER XLII.

       HAROLD AND THE DIAMONDS.

       CHAPTER XLIII.

       HAROLD AND JERRIE.

       CHAPTER XLIV.

       JERRIE CLEARS HAROLD.

       CHAPTER XLV.

       WHAT FOLLOWED.

       CHAPTER XLVI.

       THE LETTERS.

       CHAPTER XLVII.

       ARTHUR.

       CHAPTER XLVIII.

       WHAT THEY WERE DOING AND HAD DONE IN SHANNONDALE.

       CHAPTER XLIX.

       TELLING ARTHUR.

       CHAPTER L.

       THE FLOWER FADETH.

       CHAPTER LI.

       UNDER THE PINES WITH HAROLD.

       CHAPTER LII.

       'FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE.'

       CHAPTER LIII.

       AFTER TWO YEARS.

CHAPTER I.

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THE TELEGRAM.

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      'BREVOORT HOUSE, NEW YORK, Oct. 6th, 18—.

      'To Mr. Frank Tracy, Tracy Park, Shannondale.

      'I arrived in the Scotia this morning, and shall take the train for Shannondale at 3 p.m. Send someone to the station to meet us.

      'ARTHUR TRACEY.'

      This was the telegram which the clerk in the Shannonville office wrote out one October morning, and despatched to the Hon. Frank Tracy, of Tracy Park, in the quiet town of Shannondale, where our story opens.

      Mr. Frank Tracy, who, since his election to the State Legislature for two successive terms, had done nothing except to attend political meetings and make speeches on all public occasions, had an office in town, where he usually spent his mornings, smoking, reading the papers and