CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. A Cat Can Do More than Look at a King
CHAPTER II. Surviving Evils of the Reign of Terror
CHAPTER III. The Rogue's Gallery of a Father
CHAPTER IV. "But Spare Your Country's Flag”
CHAPTER V. Nero not the Last Violinist of his Kind
CHAPTER VI. The Ever Unpractical Feminine
CHAPTER VII. The Comedian
CHAPTER VIII. A Tale of a Political Difference
CHAPTER IX. The Rule of the Regent
CHAPTER X. Echoes of a Serenade
CHAPTER XI. A Voice in a Garden
CHAPTER XII. The Room in the Cupola
CHAPTER XIII. The Tocsin
CHAPTER XIV. The Firm of Gray and Vanrevel
CHAPTER XV. When June Came
CHAPTER XVI. "Those Endearing Young Charms”
CHAPTER XVII. The Price of Silence
CHAPTER XVIII. The Uniform
CHAPTER XIX. The Flag Goes Marching By
CHAPTER XX. "Goodby”
It was long ago in the days when men sighed when they fell in love; when people danced by candle and lamp, and did dance, too, instead of solemnly gliding about; in that mellow time so long ago, when the young were romantic and summer was roses and wine, old Carewe brought his lovely daughter home from the convent to wreck the hearts of the youth of Rouen.
That was not a far journey; only an afternoon's drive through the woods and by the river, in an April, long ago; Miss Betty's harp carefully strapped behind the great lumbering carriage, her guitar on the front seat, half-buried under a mound of bouquets and oddly shaped little bundles, farewell gifts of her comrades and the good Sisters. In her left hand she clutched a small lace handkerchief, with which she now and then touched her eyes, brimmed with the parting from Sister Cecilia, Sister Mary Bazilede, the old stone steps and all the girls: but for every time that she lifted the dainty kerchief to brush away the edge of a tear, she took a deep breath of the Western woodland air and smiled at least twice; for the years of strict inclosure within St. Mary's walls and still gardens were finished and done with, and at last the many-colored worl