The other man's wife Author:John Strange Winter Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: gether sorry that he is going away, although it is true we shall never get such a neighbour as the dear Bishop again. But Ethel is getting as wild as a hawk, mor... more »e like a boy than a girl." " She might be worse," remarked Major Mor- launt, who had always been a great friend of Jack Trevor's—" the boy is as honest as the day and as plucky as " " Oh! yes, yes," his wife broke in—" but there are other things to consider in a girl's training than those." " H'm," muttered the Major—" I don't know so much about that—honesty and pluck make a very decent ground work—ve—ry decent, my dear." CHAPTER III. ONLY A MEMORY. I remember in the sunshine of my childhood's happy days, A little maid with fair blue eyes and sweet and simple ways, We wander'd mid the fragrance of the smiling summer flowers, And we play'd among the shadows of the fire-lit winter hours. Years came and went—springs gave place to summers and winter snows nipped the last gleam of beauty from autumn foliage, and so time passed on. But Jack Trevor never went back to his fond and faithful little playfellow at the Cliffe. Crummles settled down in his new home and straightway forgot the young master whose heart had been so sorely wrung at parting from him. You see Crummles was very young and it is only old dogs who have anything to boast of in the way ofmemory, and although Ethel talked to him often of Jack, it must be confessed he was more than satisfied with the change. And Jack never went back. Not that Jack was to blame—but when his first holidays came, that was at Christmas, Ethel was lying ill with a mild attack of scarlet fever, and the long-talked-of visit was of necessity put off. And at midsummer—it was before the time of long Easter holidays — Mrs. Mordaunt and Ethel had gone to Switzerland to...« less