TRUE LOVE
A Story of
ENGLISH DOMESTIC LIFE.
BY
SARAH E. FARRO.
DONOHUE & HENNEBERRY,
PRINTERS AND BINDERS,
CHICAGO.
COPYRIGHT SECURED 1891.
PREFACE.
The author is aware that she is entering a field whichhas been diligently cultivated by the best minds in Europeand America. Her design in the preparation of this story isto give to the public a sketch of her ideas on the effect of“true love.” I have tried to make the plot exciting withoutbeing sensational or common, although within thebounds of proper romance, and create a set of charactersmost of whom are like real people with whose thoughtsand passions we are able to sympathize and whose languageand conduct may be appreciable or reprehensibleaccording to circumstances. Great pains have been takento make this work superior in its arrangement and finishand in the general tastefulness of its mechanical execution.How nearly the author has accomplished her purpose togive to the public in one volume a clear and completetreatise on this subject, combining many fine qualities ofimportance to the reader, the intelligent and experiencedpublic must decide.
Sarah E. Farro.
True Love.
BY SARAH E. FARRO.
Chapter I.
MRS. BREWSTER’S DAUGHTERS.
A FINE old door of oak, a heavy door standing deepwithin a portico inside of which you might havedriven a coach, brings you to the residence ofMrs. Brewster. The hall was dark and small, the onlylight admitted to it being from windows of stained glass;numberless passages branched off from the hall, one peculiaritybeing that you could scarcely enter a single roomin it but you must first go down a passage, short orlong, to get to it; had the house been designed by anarchitect with a head upon his shoulders and a little commonsense within it, he might have made a respectablehouse to say the least; as it was, the rooms werecramped and narrow, cornered and confined, and thegood space was taken up by these worthless passages; a[2]plat of ground before it was crowded with flowers, fartoo crowded for good taste, as the old gardener wouldpoint out to her, but Mrs. Brewster loved flowers andwould not part with one of them. Being the daughterof a carpenter and the wife of a merchant tailor, she hadscrambled through life amidst bustle and poverty, movingfrom one house to another, never settled anywherefor long. It was an existence not to be envied, althoughit is the lot of many. She was Mrs. Brewster and herhusband was not a very good husband to her; he wasrather too fond of amusing himself, and threw all theca