The House of the Whispering Pines

The House of the Whispering
Pines, by Anna

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Title: The House of the Whispering Pines
Author: Anna Katharine Green
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THE HOUSE OF THE WHISPERING PINES

By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
1910
Author of
"The Leavenworth Case," "That Affair Next Door," "One of My Sons,"
etc.

"Mazes intricate, Eccentric, interwov'd, yet regular Then most, when
most irregular they seem".
Milton

CONTENTS
BOOK I
SMOKE
I.--THE HESITATING STEP
II.--IT WAS SHE--SHE INDEED!
III.--"OPEN!"
IV.--THE ODD CANDLESTICK
V.--A SCRAP OF PAPER
VI.--COMMENTS AND REFLECTIONS
VII.--CLIFTON ACCEPTS MY CASE
VIII.--A CHANCE! I TAKE IT

BOOK II
SWEETWATER TO THE FRONT
IX.--"WE KNOW OF No SUCH LETTER"
X.--"I CAN HELP YOU"
XI.--IN THE COACH HOUSE
XII.--"LILA--LILA!"
XIII.--"WHAT WE WANT IS HERE"
XIV.--THE MOTIONLESS FIGURE
XV.--HELEN SURPRISES SWEETWATER
XVI.--62 CUTHBERT ROAD
XVII.--"MUST I TELL THESE THINGS?"
XVIII.--ON IT WAS WRITTEN--
XIX.--"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU WILL FIND"
BOOK III
HIDDEN SURPRISES
XX.---"HE OR YOU! THERE IS NO THIRD"
XXI.--CARMEL AWAKES
XXII.---"BREAK IN THE GLASS!"
XXIII.--AT TEN INSTEAD OF TWELVE
XXIV.--ALL THIS STOOD

XXV.--"I AM INNOCENT"
XXVI.--THE SYLLABLE OF DOOM
XXVII.--EXPECTANCY
XXVIII.--"WHERE Is MY BROTHER?"
BOOK IV
WHAT THE PINES WHISPERED
XXIX.--"I REMEMBERED THE ROOM"
XXX.--"CHOOSE"
XXXI.--"WERE HER HANDS CROSSED THEN?"
XXXII.--AND I HAD SAID NOTHING!
XXXIII.--THE ARROW OF DEATH
XXXIV.--"STEADY!"
XXXV.--"As IF IT WERE A MECCA"
XXXVI.--THE SURCHARGED MOMENT

BOOK ONE
SMOKE

I
THE HESITATING STEP
To have reared a towering scheme Of happiness, and to behold it razed,

Were nothing: all men hope, and see their hopes Frustrate, and grieve
awhile, and hope anew; But--
A Blot in the 'Scutcheon.
The moon rode high; but ominous clouds were rushing towards
it--clouds heavy with snow. I watched these clouds as I drove
recklessly, desperately, over the winter roads. I had just missed the
desire of my life, the one precious treasure which I coveted with my
whole undisciplined heart, and not being what you call a man of
self-restraint, I was chafed by my defeat far beyond the bounds I have
usually set for myself.
The moon--with the wild skurry of clouds hastening to blot it out of
sight--seemed to mirror the chaos threatening my better impulses; and,
idly keeping it in view, I rode on, hardly conscious of my course till the
rapid recurrence of several well-known landmarks warned me that I
had taken the longest route home, and that in another moment I should
be skirting the grounds of The Whispering Pines, our country
clubhouse. I had taken? Let me rather say, my horse; for he and I had
traversed this road many times together, and he had no means of
knowing that the season was over and the club-house closed. I did not
think of it myself at the moment, and was recklessly questioning
whether I should not drive in and end my disappointment in a wild
carouse, when, the great stack of chimneys coming suddenly into view
against the broad disk of the still unclouded moon, I perceived a thin
trail of smoke soaring up from their midst and realised, with a shock,
that there should be no such sign of life in a house I myself had closed,
locked, and barred that very day.
I was the president of the club and felt responsible. Pausing only long
enough to make sure that I had yielded to no delusion, and that fire of
some kind was burning on one of the club-house's deserted hearths, I
turned in at the lower gateway. For reasons which I need not now state,
there were no bells attached to my cutter and consequently my
approach was noiseless. I was careful that it should be so, also careful
to stop short of the front door and leave my horse and sleigh in the
black depths of the pine-grove pressing up to the walls on either side. I

was sure that all was not as it should be inside these walls, but, as God
lives, I had no idea what was amiss or how deeply my own destiny was
involved in the step I was about to take.
Our club-house stands, as it may be necessary to remind you, on a knoll
thickly wooded with the ancient trees I have mentioned. These
trees--all pines and of a growth unusual and