Joyces Investments

Joyce's Investments, by Fannie E. Newberry

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Title: Joyce's Investments A Story for Girls
Author: Fannie E. Newberry
Release Date: June 18, 2007 [EBook #21857]
Language: English
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JOYCE'S INVESTMENTS
A STORY FOR GIRLS
By FANNIE E. NEWBERRY
Author of "All Aboard," "Bubbles," etc., etc.

A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.
Copyright, 1899, By A. I. BRADLEY & CO.

"Women have the genius of charity, A man gives but his gold; Woman adds to it her sympathy."

[Illustration: "What a bright-eyed baby! May I come in for a minute and talk with you?" said Joyce.]

CONTENTS.
I. Legal Advice
II. Old Friends
III. Joyce's Interests
IV. The Works and Workmen
V. Among the Cottages
VI. Fresh Glimpses
VII. The Hapgoods and Nate
VIII. Littleton Reviewed
IX. Dan
X. At the Bonnivels'
XI. The Social House
XII. The House-Warming
XIII. Some Encounters
XIV. Joyce and Her Manager
XV. Mother Flaherty's Telephone
XVI. On a Trail
XVII. Dodo
XVIII. Nate Tierney
XIX. In the Cage
XX. Sorrow
XXI. In the Lock-up
XXII. A Visit to Lozcoski
XXIII. Waiting for the Train
XXIV. Night Watchers
XXV. Camille Speaks Out
XXVI. Not Welcome
XXVII. Night Happenings
XXVIII. Visiting the Shut-ins
XXIX. A Dream Ended
XXX. A Railroad Wedding

JOYCE'S INVESTMENT.
CHAPTER I.
LEGAL ADVICE.
The old lawyer caressed his smoothly shaven chin and gazed out at Joyce Lavillotte from under his shaggy eyebrows, as from the port-holes of a castle, impressing her as being quite as inscrutable of aspect and almost as belligerent. She, flushed and bright-eyed, leaned forward with an appealing air, opposing the resistless vigor of youth to the impassiveness of age.
"It is not the crazy scheme you think it, Mr. Barrington," she said in that liquid voice which was an inheritance from her creole ancestry, "and I do not mean to risk my last dollar. You know I have means that cannot be touched. Why should you be so sure I cannot manage the Works--especially when Mr. Dalton is so capable and----"
The lawyer uttered something between a grunt and a laugh.
"It's Mr. Dalton who will manage it all. What do you know of the Works?"
"No, he will not, Mr. Barrington. The factory, of course, is his province, but the village shall be mine. You think, because I am not yet twenty-two, that I do not know my own mind, but you forget how long I have been motherless; and a girl has to think for herself when her mother goes."
"But your father?"
"You knew my father." The tremble in the young voice hardened into a haughty note, and she drew back coldly.
Mr. Barrington heaved a perplexed sigh.
"I know I ought to oppose you to the death, even! You'll never have such another chance to sell out, and the sum safely invested in bonds and mortgages, would keep you like a princess."
"I don't want to be kept like a princess. I don't choose to make use of that money for myself, Mr. Barrington--I can't. There is enough of my mother's for my few needs. I was brought up simply, and I am glad! If I sell the works, as you desire, I shall still give the proceeds away. Had you rather I built a hospital, or founded a girl's college, or set up a mission to the South Pole? I'd rather build a town on rational principles."
The haughtiness had melted now, and the smile with which she ended was hard to resist. A younger man would have yielded sooner, but Mr. Barrington was a sharp, practical financier, and furthermore, he had what he believed to be the best good of his client at heart. She was of age and, under the conditions of her late father's will, absolute mistress of a great fortune. It was aggravating to find she had no intention of sitting down to enjoy this in a comfortable, lady-like manner, but must at once begin to develope schemes and plans which seemed half insane to him. Why should this new generation of women be so streaked with quirks and oddities, so knobby with ideas, when they might be just as helpless and charming as those of his own day, and give themselves blindly to the guidance of astute men like himself? It was maddening to contemplate. Here was one who could be clothed in purple and fine linen and fare sumptuously every day, without so much as lifting her little white finger, and she was planning an infinity of care and worriment, possibly the loss of everything, rather than a calm acceptance of her rosy fortune. It fairly disgusted him!
His vis-��-vis, watching him with her keen dark eyes, read