Title:  Miss Dexie A Romance of the Provinces

Author:  Stanford Eveleth

Release Date:  November 3, 2005 [EBook #16993]

Language:  English

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MISS DEXIE;

A romance of the Provinces.

BY

STANFORD EVELETH.

Toronto: 

William Briggs,

Wesley buildings.

C.W.  Coates, Montreal, QUE.  S.F.  Huestis, Halifax, N.S.

1895.

Entered according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five, by William Briggs, Toronto, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa.

Transcriber’s Note:  Minor typos have been corrected.

MISS DEXIE;

A romance of the Provinces.

INTRODUCTORY—­1864 AND WAR TIME.

The war between the North and South has sent a wail of grief into thousands of homes throughout the land, and the dreadful death-roll is daily being added to, for battle follows battle, and the slaughter is appalling, even to those who have been hardened to the sight by months of action.  No wonder that the faces of wives and mothers are white with anguish—­that fearful death-list has carried desolation to their hearts, and others, just as dear, are obeying the command, “Forward to Spotsylvania.”

Men stop to discuss the situation at street-corners, or hurry to the telegraph or newspaper offices for the latest news, their anxious faces telling how their lives have been touched by this outbreak of strife.

Among those who pass along the streets of a New England town, is one whose genial countenance attracts attention.  He is above the average height, strong and well proportioned, and his quick and energetic step and wide-awake appearance proclaim him of New England birth.

As he nears a house in the suburbs, a shout of welcome greets him, and he lifts his eyes and smiles upon a group of young faces in an upper window; a moment more and the door is thrown open, and childish forms hurl themselves upon him.

As soon as the children’s noisy greeting was over, Mr. Sherwood entered the room where his wife awaited his appearance, and drawing a chair near the couch where she was reclining, related the news of the day.