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After A Shadow and Other
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Title: After A Shadow and Other Stories
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AFTER A SHADOW, AND OTHER STORIES.
BY T. S. ARTHUR.

NEW YORK:
1868

CONTENTS.

I. AFTER A SHADOW. II. IN THE WAY OF TEMPTATION. III.
ANDY LOVELL. IV. A MYSTERY EXPLAINED. V. WHAT CAN I
DO? VI. ON GUARD. VII. A VISIT WITH THE DOCTOR. VIII.
HADN'T TIME FOR TROUBLE. IX. A GOOD NAME. X. LITTLE
LIZZIE. XI. ALICE AND THE PIGEON. XII. DRESSED FOR A
PARTY. XIII. COFFEE VS. BRANDY. XIV. AMY'S QUESTION.
XV. AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE. XVI. WHICH WAS MOST THE
LADY? XVII. OTHER PEOPLE'S EYES.

AFTER A SHADOW, AND OTHER STORIES.
I.
AFTER A SHADOW.

"ARTY! Arty!" called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright
June morning. "Arty, darling! What is the child after? Just look at him,
Mr. Mayflower!"
I leaned from the window, in pleasant excitement, to see what new and
wonderful performance had been attempted by my little prodigy--my
first born--my year old bud of beauty, the folded leaves in whose
bosom were just beginning to loosen themselves, and send out upon the
air sweet intimations of an abounding fragrance. He had escaped from
his nurse, and was running off in the clear sunshine, the slant rays of
which threw a long shadow before him.
"Arty, darling!" His mother's voice flew along and past his ear, kissing
it in gentle remonstrance as it went by. But baby was in eager pursuit of
something, and the call, if heard, was unheeded. His eyes were opening
world-ward, and every new phenomenon--commonplace and unheeded
by us--that addressed itself to his senses, became a wonder and a
delight. Some new object was drawing him away from the loving heart
and protecting arm.

"Run after him, Mr. Mayflower!" said my wife, with a touch of anxiety
in her voice. "He might fall and hurt himself."
I did not require a second intimation as to my duty in the case. Only a
moment or two elapsed before I was on the pavement, and making
rapid approaches towards my truant boy.
"What is it, darling? What is Arty running after?" I said, as I laid my
hand on his arm, and checked his eager speed. He struggled a moment,
and then stood still, stooping forward for something on the ground.
"O, papa see!" There was a disappointed and puzzled look in his face as
he lifted his eyes to mine. He failed to secure the object of his pursuit.
"What is it, sweet?" My eyes followed his as