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Title: Maggie Miller

Author: Mary J. Holmes

Release Date: February 25, 2004 [EBook #11280]

Language: English

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MAGGIE MILLER.

THE STORY OF OLD HAGAR'S SECRET.

By MARY J. HOLMES,

Author of "Lena Rivers," "Tempest and Sunshine," "English Orphans,"
"Dora Deane," etc., etc.

"Lead us not into temptation."

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER

I. THE OLD HOUSE BY THE MILL

II. HAGAR'S SECRET

III. HESTER AND MAGGIE

IV. GIRLHOOD

V. TRIFLES

VI. THE JUNIOR PARTNER

VII. THE SENIOR PARTNER

VIII. STARS AND STRIPES

IX. ROSE WARNER

X. EXPECTED GUESTS

XI. UNEXPECTED GUESTS

XII. THE WATERS ARE TROUBLED

XIII. SOCIETY

XIV. MADAM CONWAY'S DISASTERS

XV. ARTHUR CARROLLTON AND MAGGIE

XVI. PERPLEXITY

XVII. BROTHER AND SISTER

XVIII. THE PEDDLER

XIX. THE TELLING OF THE SECRET

XX. THE RESULT

XXI. THE SISTERS

XXII. THE HOUSE OF MOURNING

XXIII. NIAGARA

XXIV. HOME

XXV. HAGAR

XXVI. AUGUST EIGHTEENTH, 1858

MAGGIE MILLER.

CHAPTER I.

THE OLD HOUSE BY THE MILL.

'Mid the New England hills, and beneath the shadow of their dim old
woods, is a running brook whose deep waters were not always as merry
and frolicsome as now; for years before our story opens, pent up and
impeded in their course, they dashed angrily against their prison
walls, and turned the creaking wheel of an old sawmill with a sullen,
rebellious roar. The mill has gone to decay, and the sturdy men who
fed it with the giant oaks of the forest are sleeping quietly in the
village graveyard. The waters of the mill-pond, too, relieved from
their confinement, leap gayly over the ruined dam, tossing for a
moment in wanton glee their locks of snow-white foam, and then flowing
on, half fearfully as it were, through the deep gorge overhung with
the hemlock and the pine, where the shadows of twilight ever lie, and
where th