From One Generation to Another

Henry Seton Merriman
From One Generation to Another

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FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER
BY
HENRY SETON MERRIMAN

CHAPTER
I. THE SEED
II. SUBURBAN
III. MERCURY
IV. FREIGHTED
V. AFTER NINETEEN YEARS
VI. FOR HIS COUNTRY
VII. ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD
VIII. RELIEVED
IX. RE-CAST
X. A LAST THROW
XI. A CARPET KNIGHT

XII. BAD NEWS
XIII. ON THIN ICE
XIV. THE CURSE OF A GOOD INTENTION
XV. THE TOUCH OF NATURE
XVI. THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
XVII. TWO MOTIVES
XVIII. LIKE SHIPS UPON THE SEA
XIX. AT HURLINGHAM
XX. IN A SIDE PATH
XXI. ALONE
XXII. ACROSS THE YEARS
XXIII. AND THE TIME PASSES SOMEHOW
XXIV. A STAB IN THE DARK
XXV. FROM THE JAWS OF DEATH
XXVI. BALANCING ACCOUNTS
XXVII. AT BAY
XXVIII. THE LAST LINK
XXIX. SETTLED

FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER

CHAPTER I
THE SEED
Il faut se garder des premiers mouvements, parce qu'ils sont presque
toujours honnétes.
"Dearest Anna,--I see from the newspaper before me of March 13, that
I am reported dead. Before attempting to investigate the origin of this
mistake, I hasten to write to you, knowing, dearest, what a shock this
must have been to you. It is true that I was in the Makar Akool affair,
and was slightly wounded--a mere scratch in the arm--but nothing more.
I have not written to you for some months past because I have been
turning something over in my mind. Anna, dearest, there is no chance
of my being in a position to marry for some years yet, and I feel it
incumbent upon me ..."
This letter, half written, lay on a camp table before a keen-faced young
officer. He ceased writing suddenly, and, leaping to his feet, walked to
the door of his bungalow, which was open to the four winds of heaven.
In doing this he passed from the range of the lazy punkah flapping
somnolently over table and bed. It may have been this sudden change
to hotter air that caused him to raise his hand to his forehead, which
was high and strangely rounded.
"By George!" he said, "suppose I do it that way!"
He walked rapidly backwards and forwards with the lithe actions of a
man of steel, a light weight, of medium height, keen and quick as a
monkey. His black eyes flitted from one object to another with such
restlessness that it was impossible to say whether he comprehended
what he saw or merely looked at things from force of habit.
He was dark of hair with a sallow complexion and a long drooping
nose--the nose of Semitic ancestors. A small mouth, and the chin
running almost to a point. A face full of interest, devoid of distinct
vice--heartless. Here was a man with a future before him--a man whose
vices were all negative, whose virtues depended entirely upon

expediency. Here was a man who could be almost anything he liked; as
some men can. If expediency prompted he could be a very depôt of
virtues; for his body, with all the warmer failings of that part of
humanity, was in perfect control. On the other hand, there was no love
of good for goodness' sake--no conscience behind the subtle eyes. All
this, and more, was written in the face of Seymour Michael, whose
handwriting had dried some moments before on the half-filled sheet of
letter-paper.
He returned and stood at the table with slightly bowed legs--not the
result of much riding, although he
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