Kate Danton

Kate Danton, or, Captain
Danton's Daughters, by

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Title: Kate Danton, or, Captain Danton's Daughters A Novel
Author: May Agnes Fleming
Release Date: October 9, 2006 [EBook #19512]
Language: English
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KATE DANTON;
OR

CAPTAIN DANTON'S DAUGHTERS
A Novel
BY MAY AGNES FLEMING,
AUTHOR OF "NORINE'S REVENGE," "GUY EARLSCOURT'S
WIFE," "A WONDERFUL WOMAN," "A TERRIBLE SECRET," "A
MAD MARRIAGE," "ONE NIGHT'S MYSTERY," ETC.

TORONTO: BELFORD BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS.
MDCCCLXXVII.
Printed and Stereotyped by The Globe Printing Company, 26 & 28
King Street East, Toronto.
Bound by Hunter, Rose & Co. Toronto.

"----A woman's will dies hard, In the field, or on the sward."

"There were three little women Each fair in the face, And their laughter
with music Filled all the green place; As they wove pleasant thoughts
With the threads of their lace.
Of the wind in the tree tops The flowers in the glen, Of the birds--the
brown robin, The wood dove, the wren, They talked--but their thoughts
Were of three little men!"

CONTENTS.
I.--Grace Danton
II.--Kate Danton

III.--A Change of Dynasty
IV.--Rose Danton
V.--Seeing a Ghost
VI.--Rose's Adventure
VII.--Hon. Lieutenant Reginald Stanford
VIII.--The Ghost Again
IX.--A Game for Two to Play at
X.--The Revelation
XI.--One Mystery Cleared Up
XII.--Harry Danton
XIII.--Love-making
XIV.--Trying to be True
XV.--One of Earth's Angels
XVI.--Epistolary
XVII.--"She Took Up the Burden of Life Again."
XVIII.--"It's an Ill Wind Blows Nobody Good"
XIX.--Via Crucis
XX.--Bearing the Cross
XXI.--Dr. Danton's Good Works
XXII.--After the Cross, the Crown

XXIII.--"Long have I been True to You, now I'm True no Longer"
XXIV.--Coals of Fire
XXV.--At Home

KATE DANTON.
CHAPTER I.
GRACE DANTON.
A low room, oblong in shape, three high narrow windows admitting the
light through small, old-fashioned panes. Just at present there was not
much to admit, for it was raining hard, and the afternoon was wearing
on to dusk; but even the wet half-light showed you solid mahogany
furniture, old-fashioned as the windows themselves, black and shining
with age and polish; a carpet soft and thick, but its once rich hues dim
and faded; oil paintings of taste and merit, some of them portraits, on
the papered walls, the red glow of a large coal fire glinting pleasantly
on their broad gilded frames.
At one of the windows, looking out at the ceaseless rain, a young lady
sat--a young lady, tall, rather stout than slender, and not pretty. Her
complexion was too sallow; her features too irregular; her dark hair too
scant, and dry and thin at the parting; but her eyes were fine, large,
brown and clear; her manner, self-possessed and lady-like. She was
very simply but very tastefully dressed, and looked every day of her
age--twenty six.
The rainy afternoon was deepening into dismal twilight; and with her
cheek resting on her hand, the young lady sat with a thoughtful face.
A long avenue, shaded by towering tamaracks, led down to stately
entrance-gates; beyond, a winding road, leading to a village, not to be
seen from the window. Swelling meadows, bare and bleak now, spread
away to the right and left of the thickly-wooded grounds; and beyond

all, through the trees, there were glimpses of the great St. Lawrence,
turbid and swollen, rushing down to the stormy Gulf.
For nearly half an hour the young lady sat by the window, her solitude
undisturbed; no sign of life within or without the silent house. Then
came the gallop of horse's hoofs, and a lad rode up the avenue and
disappeared round the angle of the building.
Ten minutes after there was a tap at the door, followed by the entrance
of a servant, with a dark Canadian face.
"A letter, Miss Grace," said the girl, in French.
"Bring in some more coal, Babette," said Miss Grace, also in French,
taking the letter. "Where is Miss Eeny?"
"Practising in the parlour, Ma'moiselle."
"Very well. Bring in the coal."
Babette disappeared, and the young lady opened her letter. It was very
short.
"Montreal, November, 5, 18--.
"My Dear Grace--Kate arrived in this city a week ago, and I have
remained here since to show her the sights, and let her recruit after her
voyage. Ogden tells me the house is quite ready for us, so you may
expect us almost as