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BOOKS BY KATHARINE HOLLAND BROWN PUBLISHED BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
THE HALLOWELL PARTNERSHIP. 12mo net, $1.00 THE MESSENGER. 16mo net, .50 PHILIPPA AT HALCYON. Illustrated. 12mo $1.50
[Illustration: MARIAN COULD ONLY LIE BY THE FIRE AND TEASE EMPRESS AND FRET THE ENDLESS HOURS AWAY.]
COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
The author wishes to acknowledge the courtesy of _The Youth's Companion_, in permitting this publication of "The Hallowell Partnership."
Marian could only lie by the fire and tease Empress and fret the endless hours away _Frontispiece_
On the edge of the opposite bank stood the quaintest, prettiest group that her eyes had ever beheld 62
"Well, Captain Lathrop!" Commodore McCloskey's voice rang merciless and clear 138
Marian was on her knees by his chair, clasping his cold hands in her own 234
"Rod, what did that messenger boy bring? A special-delivery letter? Is it anything interesting?" Marian Hallowell pushed Empress from her knee and turned on her pillows to look at Roderick, her brother, who sat absorbed and silent at his desk.
Roderick did not move. Only Empress cocked a topaz eye, and rubbed her orange-tawny head against Marian's chair.
"Rod, why don't you answer me?" Marian's thin hands twitched. A sharp, fretted line deepened across her pretty, girlish forehead. It was not a pleasant line to see. And through her long, slow convalescence it had grown deeper every day.
Roderick jumped. He turned his sober, kind face to her, then bent eagerly to the closely written letter in his hand.
"Oh, very well, Slow-Coach!" Marian lay back, with a resigned sniff. She pulled Empress up by her silver collar, and lay petting the big, satiny Persian, who purred like a happy windmill against her cheek. Her tired eyes wandered restlessly about the dim, high-ceiled old room. Of all the dreary lodgings on Beacon Hill, surely Roderick had picked out the most forlorn! Still, the old place was quiet and comfortable. And, as Roderick had remarked, his rooms were amazingly inexpensive. That had been an important point; especially since Marian's long, costly illness at college. That siege had been hard on Rod in many ways, she thought, with a mild twinge of self-reproach. In a way, those long weeks of suffering had come through her own fault. The college physician had warned her more than once that she was working and playing beyond her strength. Yet she felt extremely ill-used.