A Bachelor Husband
Grosset & Dunlap, 1920 - 312 pages
"Ah, then, was it all spring weather? Nay! but we were young-and together." SHE had always adored him. From the first moment he came to the house-an overgrown, good-looking schoolboy, and had started to bully and domineer over her, Marie Chester had thought him the most wonderful person in all the world. She waited on him hand and foot, she was his willing bondslave; she did not mind at all when once, in an unusual fit of eloquence, she had confided in him that she thought it was the loveliest thing on earth to have a brother, young Christopher answered almost brutally that she "talked rot, anyway, and that sisters were a bally nuisance!" He looked at her with a sort of contempt for a moment, then added: "Besides, we're not brother and sister, really!" They were not; but their fathers had been lifelong friends, and when George Chester's wife inconsiderately-or so her husband thought-died without presenting him with a son, and almost at the same time young Christopher Lawless was left an orphan, George Chester promptly adopted him.
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Page 112 - The hour which might have been yet might not be, Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore Yet whereof life was barren, — on what shore Bides it the breaking of Time's weary sea ? Bondchild of all consummate joys set free, It somewhere sighs and serves, and mute before The house of Love, hears through the echoing door His hours elect in choral consonancy. But lo! what wedded souls now hand in hand Together tread at last the immortal strand...
Page 8 - And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!
Page 163 - I SAT with Love upon a woodside well, Leaning across the water, I and he ; Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me, But touched his lute wherein was audible The certain secret thing he had to tell : Only our mirrored eyes met silently In the low wave ; and that sound came to be The passionate voice I knew ; and my tears fell. And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers ; And with his foot and with his wing-feathers He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth. Then the dark ripples spread...
Page 25 - What, Jenny, are your lilies dead ? Aye, and the snow-white leaves are spread Like winter on the garden-bed. But you had roses left in May, — They were not gone too. Jenny, nay, But must your roses die, and those Their purfled buds that should unclose ? Even so ; the leaves are curled apart, Still red as from the broken heart, And here's the naked stem of thorns.
Page 242 - THE HEART THAT LACKS ROOM. I love him, and I love him, and I love : Oh heart, my love goes welling o'er the brim. He makes my light more than the sun above, And what am I save what I am to him ? All will, all hope I have, to him belong; Oh heart, thou art too small for love so strong : Oh heart, grow large, grow deeper for his sake ; Oh love him better, heart, or thou wilt break ! THE LOVERS. And we are lovers, lovers he and I : Oh sweet dear name that angels envy us ; Lovers for now, lovers...
Page 38 - THY friend will come to thee unsought, With nothing can his love be bought, His soul thine own will know at sight, With him thy heart can speak outright. Greet him nobly, love him well. Show him where your best thoughts dwell, Trust him greatly and for aye, A true friend comes but once your way.
Page 80 - The new is older than the old ; And newest friend is oldest friend in this, That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.
Page 132 - When true friends meet in adverse hour, 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower; A watery ray an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.