A homely story in which the two well-contrasted heroines are daughters of an uncommonly mean spirited and miserly old deacon. Each girl revolts in her own way and much to the joy of the reader the deacon is left to retribution in the shape of a fourth wife who is probably "more than a match" for him. The author's well known gifts of characterization, sympathy and humor are all used to create the typical atmosphere of a new England village seventy years ago.
of men who were engulfed in the dark whirlpool below the rapids.
Caravans, with menageries of wild beasts, crossed the bridge now every year. An infuriated elephant lifted the side of the old Edgewood Tavern barn, and the wild laughter of the roistering rum-drinkers who were tantalizing the animals floated down to the river's edge. The roar of a lion, tearing and chewing the arm of one of the bystanders, and the cheers of the throng when a plucky captain of the local militia thrust a stake down the beast's throat,--these sounds displaced the former war-whoop of the Indians and the ring of the axe in the virgin forests along the shores.
There were days, and moonlight nights, too, when strange sights and sounds of quite another nature could have been noted by the river as it flowed under the bridge that united the two little villages.
Issuing from the door of the Riverboro Town House, and winding down the hill, through the long row of teams and carriages that lined the roadside, came a proc