Five Nights
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Title: Five Nights
Author: Victoria Cross
Release Date: July 24, 2004 [eBook #13017]
Language: English
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FIVE NIGHTS
A Novel
By
Victoria Cross
1908
By Victoria Cross
Five Nights Life's Shop Window Anna Lombard Six Women Six
Chapters
of a Man's Life The Woman Who Didn't To-morrow? Paula A Girl of
the Klondike The Religion of Evelyn Hastings Life of my Heart
CONTENTS
PART I
The Gold Night
I THE TAKU INLET II THE TEA-SHOP III IN THE WOOD
PART II
The Violet Night
IV AT THE STUDIO V THE CALL OF THE CUCKOO
PART III
The Black Night
VI IN MAYFAIR VII FREEDOM
PART IV
The Crimson Night
VIII LOSS IX IN 'FRISCO X IN THE SHADOW OF THE
VOLCANO XI THE WAY OF THE GODS
PART V
The White Night
XII THE FLAMES OF LIFE'S FURNACE
FIVE NIGHTS
"The nights have different colours. Some nights are black, the nights of
storm: some are electric blue, some are silver, the moon-filled nights:
some are red under the hot planet Mars or the fierce harvest moon.
Some are white, the white nights of the Arctic winter: but this was a
violet night, a hot, mysterious, violet night of Midsummer."
_LIFE'S SHOP WINDOW_.
INTRODUCTION
As one looks over any period of one's life, it appears behind one as a
shining maze of brilliant colour with spots in it here and there of
brighter or darker hue. Each spot represents a period of time when our
happiness has glowed brighter or waned; sometimes it is a day, more
often it is a night. Looking back now, over a stretch of my existence I
see many such spots gleaming brightly; they are nights of colour. The
history of many of these is too sacred to be written, but there are Five
Nights, which, though not the dearest to my memory, have yet stamped
themselves and their colour on it for ever. And the record of these five
nights is contained in the following pages.
TREVOR LONSDALE.
PART ONE
THE GOLD NIGHT
CHAPTER I
THE TAKU INLET
It was just striking three as I came up the companion-stairs on to the
deck of the Cottage City, into the clear topaz light of a June morning in
Alaska: light that had not failed through all the night, for in this far
northern latitude the sun only just dips beneath the horizon at midnight
for an hour, leaving all the earth and sky still bathed in limpid yellow
light, gently paling at that mystic time and glowing to its full glory
again as the sun rises above the rim.
Our steamer had left the open sea and entered the Taku Inlet, and we
were steaming very slowly up it, surrounded on every side by great
glittering blocks of ice, flashing in the sunshine as they floated by on
the buoyant blue water. How blue it was, the colouring of sea and sky!
Both were so vividly blue, the note of each so deep, so intense, one
seemed almost intoxicated with colour. I stepped to the vessel's side,
then made my way forward and stood there; I, the lover of the East,
dazzled by the beauty of the North! The marvellous picture before me
was painted in but three colours, blue, gold, and white.
The sides of the inlet were jagged lines of white, the sparkling
crystalline whiteness of eternal snow on sharp-pointed, almost
lance-like mountain peaks; the water a broad band of blue, the sky
above a canopy of blue, and there at the end of the inlet, closing it, like
some colossal monster crouched awaiting us, lay the Muir, the huge
glacier, a solid wedge of ice, white also, but a transparent white full of
blue shadows.
Who shall describe the wonderful air and atmosphere of the North? Its
brilliancy, its delicacy, its radiant diamond-like clearness? And the
silence, the enchanted stillness of the North? Now as we crept slowly
onwards over the vivid water between the flashing icebergs, there was
no sound. Complete silence round us, on earth and sea and in the blue
vault above, impressive, glittering silence. None of the passengers had
broken their sleep to come up to the glory above them, and I stood
alone at the forward part of
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