The Eyes of the World

Harold Bell Wright
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The Eyes of the World

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Title: The Eyes of the World
Author: Harold Bell Wright
Release Date: March 25, 2004 [EBook #11715]
Language: English
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The Eyes of the World
By Harold Bell Wright
Author of "That Printer of Udells," "The Shepherd of the Hills," "The Calling of Dan Matthews," "The Winning of Barbara Worth," "Their Yesterdays," Etc.

To Benjamin H. Pearson
Student, Artist, Gentleman
in appreciation of the friendship that began on the "Pipe-Line Trail," at the camp in the sycamores back of the old orchard, and among the higher peaks of the San Bernardinos; and because this story will always mean more to him than to any one else,--this book, with all good wishes, is
Dedicated.
H. B. W.
"Tecolote Rancho," April 13, 1914.

"I have learned To look on Nature not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The sad, still music of humanity, Not harsh or grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt, A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is in the lights of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man. A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts, And rolls through all things.
Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains......... ....... And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. 'Tis her privilege Through all the years of this one life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us--so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts--that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shalt e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith."
William Wordsworth.

Contents

I. His Inheritance II. The Woman With the Disfigured Face III. The Famous Conrad Lagrange IV. At the House on Fairlands Heights V. The Mystery of the Rose Garden VI. An Unknown Friend VII. Mrs. Taine in Quaker Gray VIII. The Portrait That Was Not a Portrait IX. Conrad Lagrange's Adventure X. A Cry in the Night XI. Go Look in Your Mirror, You Fool XII. First Fruits of His Shame XIII. Myra Willard's Challenge XIV. In the Mountains XV. The Forest Ranger's Story XVI. When the Canyon Gates Are Shut XVII. Confessions in the Spring Glade XVIII. Sibyl Andr��s and the Butterflies XIX. The Three Gifts and their Meanings XX. Myra's Prayer and the Ranger's Warning XXI. The Last Climb XXII. Shadows of Coming Events XXIII. Outside the Canyon Gates Again XXIV. James Rutlidge Makes a Mistake XXV. On the Pipe-Line Trail XXVI. I Want You Just as You Are XXVII. The Answer XXVIII. You're Ruined, My Boy XXIX. The Hand Writing On The Wall XXX. In the Same Hour XXXI. As the World Sees XXXII. The Mysterious Disappearance XXXIII. Beginning the Search XXXIV. The Tracks on Granite Peak XXXV. A Hard Way XXXVI. What Should He Do XXXVII. The Man Was Insane XXXVIII. An Inevitable Conflict XXXIX. The Better Way XL. Facing the Truth XLI. Marks of the Beast XLII. Aaron King's Success

Illustrations from Oil Paintings
By
F. Graham Cootes
Sibyl
A curious expression of baffling, quizzing, half pathetic, and wholly cynical, interrogation
"Well, what do you want? What are you doing here?"
Still she did not speak

The Eyes of the World
Chapter I
His Inheritance

It was winter--cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind.
The house was an ancient mansion on an old street in that city of culture which has given to the history of our nation--to education, to religion, to the sciences, and to the arts--so many illustrious names.
In the changing years, before the beginning of my story, the woman's immediate friends and associates had moved from the neighborhood to the newer and more fashionable districts of a younger generation. In that city of her father's there were few of her old companions left. There were fewer who remembered. The distinguished leaders in the world of art and letters, whose voices had been so often heard within the walls of her home, had, one by one, passed on; leaving their works and their names
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