Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall

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Vernon of Haddon Hall, by Charles Major

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Title: Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall
Author: Charles Major
Release Date: January 11, 2005 [EBook #14671]
Language: English
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Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall
BY
CHARLES MAJOR
AUTHOR OF WHEN KNIGHTHOOD WAS IN FLOWER, YOLANDA, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
Set up and electrotyped. Published April, 1908
Printed in U.S.A.

To My Wife

CONTENTS
Page
A TOUCH OF BLACK MAGIC 1
CHAPTER I.
I RIDE SOWN TO HADDON 3 II. THE IRON, THE SEED, THE CLOUD, AND THE RAIN 19 III. THE PITCHER GOES TO THE WELL 35 IV. THE GOLDEN HEART 62 V. MINE ENEMY'S ROOF-TREE 91 VI. A DANGEROUS TRIP TO DERBY-TOWN 108 VII. TRIBULATION IN HADDON 130 VIII. MALCOLM NO. 2 163 IX. A TRYST AT BOWLING GREEN GATE 181 X. THOMAS THE MAN-SERVANT 211 XI. THE COST MARK OF JOY 239 XII. THE LEICESTER POSSIBILITY 260 XIII. PROUD DAYS FOR THE OLD HALL 281 XIV. MARY STUART 302 XV. LIGHT 333 XVI. LEICESTER WAITS AT THE STILE 360

A TOUCH OF BLACK MAGIC
I draw the wizard's circle upon the sands, and blue flames spring from its circumference. I describe an inner circle, and green flames come responsive to my words of magic. I touch the common centre of both with my wand, and red flames, like adders' tongues, leap from the earth. Over these flames I place my caldron filled with the blood of a new-killed doe, and as it boils I speak my incantations and make my mystic signs and passes, watching the blood-red mist as it rises to meet the spirits of Air. I chant my conjurations as I learned them from the Great Key of Solomon, and while I speak, the ruddy fumes take human forms. Out of the dark, fathomless Past--the Past of near four hundred years ago--comes a goodly company of simple, pompous folk all having a touch of childish savagery which shows itself in the fierceness of their love and of their hate.
The fairest castle-chateau in all England's great domain, the walls and halls of which were builded in the depths of time, takes on again its olden form quick with quivering life, and from the gates of Eagle Tower issues my quaint and radiant company. Some are clad in gold lace, silks, and taffetas; some wear leather, buckram and clanking steel. While the caldron boils, their cloud-forms grow ever more distinct and definite, till at length I can trace their every feature. I see the color of their eyes. I discern the shades of their hair. Some heads are streaked with gray; others are glossy with the sheen of youth. As a climax to my conjurations I speak the word of all words magical, "Dorothy," and lo! as though God had said, "Let there be light," a fair, radiant girl steps from the portals of Haddon Hall and illumines all my ancient company so that I may see even the workings of their hearts.
They, and the events of their lives, their joys and sorrows, their virtues and sins, their hatreds, jealousies, and loves--the seven numbers in the total sum of life--pass before me as in a panorama, moving when I bid them move, pausing when I bid them pause, speaking when I bid them speak, and alas! fading back into the dim gray limbo of the past long, long ere I would have them go.
But hark! my radiant shades are about to speak. The play is about to begin.

Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall
CHAPTER I
I RIDE DOWN TO HADDON
Since I play no mean part in the events of this chronicle, a few words concerning my own history previous to the opening of the story I am about to tell you will surely not be amiss, and they may help you to a better understanding of my narrative.
To begin with an unimportant fact--unimportant, that is, to you--my name is Malcolm Fran?ois de Lorraine Vernon. My father was cousin-german to Sir George Vernon, at and near whose home, Haddon Hall in Derbyshire, occurred the events which will furnish my theme.
Of the ancient lineage of the house of Vernon I need not speak. You already know that the family is one of the oldest in England, and while it is not of the highest nobility, it is quite gentle and noble enough to please those who bear its honored name. My