Bad Hugh

Mary J. Holmes
Bad Hugh

The Project Gutenberg eBook, Bad Hugh, by Mary Jane Holmes
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

Title: Bad Hugh
Author: Mary Jane Holmes

Release Date: September 5, 2005 [eBook #16662]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BAD
HUGH***
E-text prepared by David Garcia, Maria Khomenko, and the Project
Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team
(http://www.pgdp.net/) from page images generously made available
by Kentuckiana Digital Library (http://kdl.kyvl.org/)

Note: Images of the original pages are available through the Electronic

Text Collection of Kentuckiana Digital Library. See
http://kdl.kyvl.org/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=kyetexts;cc=kyetexts;xc=1&idn
o=B92-205-30908797&view=toc

BAD HUGH
by
MARY J. HOLMES
Author of "Lena Rivers", "Tempest and Sunshine", "Meadow Brook",
"The English Orphans", etc., etc.
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
1900

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Spring Bank 5
II. What Rover Found 15
III. Hugh's Soliloquy 26
IV. Terrace Hill 29
V. Anna and John 37
VI. Alice Johnson 42
VII. Riverside Cottage 50

VIII. Mr. Liston and the Doctor 57
IX. Matters in Kentucky 60
X. Lina's Purchase and Hugh's 71
XI. Sam and Adah 77
XII. What Followed 81
XIII. How Hugh Paid His Debts 84
XIV. Mrs. Johnson's Letter 88
XV. Saratoga 96
XVI. The Columbian 101
XVII. Hugh 108
XVIII. Meeting of Alice and Hugh 111
XIX. Alice and Muggins 116
XX. Poor Hugh 118
XXI. Alice and Adah 126
XXII. Waking to Consciousness 133
XXIII. Lina's Letter. 138
XXIV. Foreshadowings 145
XXV. Talking with Hugh 149
XXVI. The Day of the Sale 153
XXVII. The Sale 161

XXVIII. The Ride 165
XXIX. Hugh and Alice 169
XXX. Adah's Journey 177
XXXI. The Convict 184
XXXII. Adah at Terrace Hill 189
XXXIII. Anna and Adah 196
XXXIV. Rose Markham 204
XXXV. The Result 212
XXXVI. Excitement 223
XXXVII. Matters at Spring Bank 227
XXXVIII. The Day of the Wedding 232
XXXIX. The Convict's Story 238
XL. Poor 'Lina 248
XLI. Tidings 255
XLII. Irving Stanley 259
XLIII. Letters from Hugh and Irving Stanley 268
XLIV. The Deserter 272
XLV. The Second Battle of Bull Run 286
XLVI. How Sam Came There 291
XLVII. Finding Hugh 300

XLVIII. Going Home 304
XLIX. Conclusion 314

BAD HUGH

CHAPTER I
SPRING BANK
A large, old-fashioned, weird-looking wooden building, with strangely
shaped bay windows and stranger gables projecting here and there from
the slanting roof, where the green moss clung in patches to the moldy
shingles, or formed a groundwork for the nests the swallows built year
after year beneath the decaying eaves. Long, winding piazzas, turning
sharp, sudden angles, and low, square porches, where the summer
sunshine held many a fantastic dance, and where the winter storm piled
up its drifts of snow, whistling merrily as it worked, and shaking the
loosened casement as it went whirling by. Huge trees of oak and maple,
whose topmost limbs had borne and cast the leaf for nearly a century of
years, tall evergreens, among whose boughs the autumn wind ploughed
mournfully, making sad music for those who cared to listen, and adding
to the loneliness which, during many years, had invested the old place.
A wide spreading grassy lawn, with the carriage road winding through
it, over the running brook, and onward 'neath graceful forest trees, until
it reached the main highway, a distance of nearly half a mile. A
spacious garden in the rear, with bordered walks and fanciful mounds,
with climbing roses and creeping vines showing that somewhere there
was a taste, a ruling hand, which, while neglecting the somber building
and suffering it to decay, lavished due care upon the grounds, and not
on these alone, but also on the well-kept barns, and the whitewashed
dwellings in front, where numerous, happy, well-fed negroes lived and
lounged, for ours is a Kentucky scene, and Spring Bank a Kentucky
home.

As we have described it so it was on a drear December night, when a
fearful storm, for that latitude, was raging, and the snow lay heaped
against the fences, or sweeping-down from the bending trees, drifted
against the doors, and beat against the windows, whence a cheerful
light was gleaming, telling of life and possible happiness within. There
were no flowing curtains before the windows, no drapery sweeping to
the floor, nothing save blinds without and simple shades within, neither
of which were doing service now, for the master of the house would
have it so in spite of his sister's remonstrances.
Some one might lose their way on that terrible night, he said, and the
blaze of the fire on the hearth, which could be seen from afar,
Continue reading on your phone by scaning this QR Code

 / 168
Tip: The current page has been bookmarked automatically. If you wish to continue reading later, just open the Dertz Homepage, and click on the 'continue reading' link at the bottom of the page.