Bart Ridgeley - A Story of Northern Ohio

Bart Ridgeley - A Story of Northern Ohio

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Title: Bart Ridgeley A Story of Northern Ohio
Author: A. G. Riddle
Release Date: May 3, 2004 [EBook #12249]
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BART RIDGELEY;
A STORY OF NORTHERN OHIO.
BY
A.G. RIDDLE
1873.

CONTENTS.
I. A FAILURE
II. THE BLUE CHAMBER
III. NEWBURY
IV. AT THE POST OFFICE
V. MRS. MARKHAM'S VIEWS
VI. WHAT HE THOUGHT OF THINGS
VII. LOGIC OF THE GODS
VIII. A RAMBLE IN THE WOODS, AND WHAT CAME OF IT
IX. A DARKENED SOUL
X. AFTER THE FLOOD
XI. UNCLE ALECK
XII. A CONSECRATION
XIII. BLACKSTONE
XIV. THE YOUNG IDEA SHOOTS
XV. SNOW'S PARTY
XVI. WALTZ
XVII. BART
XVIII. SUGAR MAKING
XIX. HENRY
XX. WHAT THE GIRLS SAID
XXI. A DEPARTURE
XXII. A SHATTERED COLUMN
XXIII. THE STORM
XXIV. A LAW SUIT (TO BE SKIPPED)
XXV. THE WARNING
XXVI. LOST
XXVII. THE BABES IN THE WOODS
XXVIII. AT JUDGE MARKHAM'S
XXIX. AFTER
XXX. JEFFERSON
XXXI. OLD BEN
XXXII. THE LETTERS
XXXIII. AT WILDER'S
XXXIV. ROUGH SKETCHES
XXXV. SARTLIFF
XXXVI. OLD GID
XXXVII. THE OLD STORY
XXXVIII. THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN
XXXIX. ABOUT LAWYERS, AND DULL
XL. THE DISGUISE
XLI. THE INVITATION
XLII. ADMITTED
XLIII. JULIA
XLIV. FINDING THE WAY
XLV. SOME THINGS PUT AT REST
XLVI. PRINCE ARTHUR
XLVII. THE TRIAL
XLVIII. THE ADVOCATE
XLIX. WAITING
L. THE GOSPEL OF LOVE
LI. THE RETURN
LII. FINAL DREAM LAND

CHAPTER I
.
A FAILURE.
He could see from the top of the hill, down which the road wound to the river, that the bridge was gone, and he paused for a moment with an involuntary feeling that it was useless to go forward; but remembering that his way led across, at all events, he walked down to the bank. There it ran, broad, rapid, and in places apparently deep. He looked up and down in vain: no lodged drift-wood; no fallen trees; no raft or wreck; a recent freshet had swept all clear to high-water mark, and the stream rolled, and foamed, and boiled, and gurgled, and murmured in the afternoon August sun as gleefully and mockingly as if its very purpose was to baffle the wearied youth who looked into and over its changing tide.
In coming from Cleveland that morning he had taken a wrong road, and now, at mid-afternoon, he found his progress stayed with half his day's journey still before him. It would have been but a moment's task to remove his clothes and swim over, but the region was open and clear on that side for a considerable distance, and notwithstanding his solitude, he hesitated to make the transit in that manner. It was apparent, from the little-travelled road, that the stream had been forded by an indirect course, and one not easily determined from the shore. It occurred to him that possibly some team from Cleveland might pass along and take him over; and, wearied, he sat down by his light valise to wait, and at least rest; and as he gazed into the rapid current a half-remembered line of a forgotten poet ran and ran through his mind thus:
"Which running runs, and will run forever on."
His reflections were not cheerful. Three months before he had gone over to Hudson with a very young man's scheme of maintaining himself at school, and finally in college; and finding it impracticable, had strayed off to the lower part of the State with a vague idea of going down the Mississippi, and, perhaps, to Texas. He spent some time with relatives near Cincinnati, and under a sudden impulse--all his plans, as he was pleased to call them, were impulses--he had returned, adding, as he was conscious, another to a long-growing list of failures, which, in the estimation of many acquaintances, also included himself.
His meditations were interrupted by the sound of an approaching carriage coming over the hill. He knew the horses. They were Judge Markham's, and driven by the Judge himself, alone, in a light vehicle. The young man sprang up at the sight. Here was the man whom of all men he most respected, and feared as much as he could fear any man, whose good opinion he most cared to have, and yet who he was conscious had a dislike for him.
The Judge would certainly take him over the river, and so home, but in his frank and ingenuous nature how could he face him on his almost ignominious return? He stood still, a little away from the carriage-track, half wishing he might not be seen. He was seen, however, and a close observer might have discovered the half sneer on the otherwise handsome and manly face of the Judge, who had taken