A Golden Wedding
First sentence: The land dropped abruptly down from the gate, and a thick, shrubby growth of young apple orchard almost hid the little weather-grey house from the road.
Premise/plot: Lovell has returned to visit his Uncle Tom and Aunt Sally. He's been out west, striking it rich, as they say. He's got plans to open a store out west and he wants "one last visit" before he gets tied down to one place. What he finds haunts him. The old place is seemingly abandoned. He seeks out neighbors and an explanation. His relations--the one who so kindly took him and raised him--they're in the poor house. Will Lovell change his plans and save the day?!
My thoughts: I definitely enjoyed this one. It is a good, comfortable, cozy, feel-good read.
A Redeeming Sacrifice
First sentence: The dance at Byron Lyall's was in full swing. Toff Leclerc, the best fiddler in three counties, was enthroned on the kitchen table and from the glossy brown violin, which his grandfather brought from Grand Pré, was conjuring music which made even stiff old Aunt Phemy want to show her steps.
Premise/plot: This one opens at a dance. Paul King has a wicked reputation; he's "mad, bad, and dangerous to know," I suppose you could say. But Joan Shelley, the local beauty, can't get enough of him. She LOVES him much to the town's disgust--and pity. He seems to be smitten with her--but the town has judged him as being beyond redemption, beyond hope. But is he?!
The story is about what happens when Paul King overhears a conversation about the two. Will he take their words to heart and set Joan free to love another? Or will he be selfish and marry her?
A bad egg was Paul King, with a bad past and a bad future. He was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him. Not a man in Lyall's house that night but grudged him the privilege of standing up with Joan Shelley.
How mightily he loved her—he, Paul King, who had made a mock of so many women and had never loved before! Ah, and she loved him. She had never said so in words, but eyes and tones had said it—she, Joan Shelley, the pick and pride of the Harbour girls, whom so many men had wooed, winning their trouble for their pains. He had won her; she was his and his only, for the asking.
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