In this novel Miss Daviess presents a captivating story that possesses the charm of atmosphere for which she is noted, her engaging knack of humor and her irresistible originality. In it one breaths the air of the South--the new South in a large measure, but still freighted with the perfume of other days. "Andrew the Glad" is characterized by the author's unusually happy treatment, and it brings a ray of sunshine and a ripple of laughter with it always.
dn't wait until to-night to see them. Oh, they are so lovely! Just a tall fearless woman with a baby on her breast and a slave woman clinging to her skirts with her own child in her arms!
"As I stood before the case and looked at them the tragedy of all the long fight came back to me. I caught my breath and turned away--and there stood a girl! I knew her instantly, for I was looking straight into Mary Caroline's own purple eyes. Then I just opened my arms and held her close, calling Mary Caroline's name over and over. There was no one else in the great room and it was quiet and solemn and still. Then she put her hand against my face and looked at me and said in the loveliest tenderest voice:
"'It's my mother's Matilda, isn't it? I have the old daguerreotype!' And I smiled back and we kissed each other and cried--and then cried some more."
"I haven't a doubt of those tears," answered the major in a suspiciously gruff voice. "But where's the girl? Why didn't you bring her right back with yo