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CONTENTS: AFTER LONG YEARS I. The JourneyII. ApprenticeshipIII. Alfred BanfordIV. The Stranger  THE CAPTIVEI. Home-ComingII. The SlaveIII. In the Turkish FamilyIV. The LionV. The OfferVI. The PlansVII. Restored to Freedom  THE ARTIST'S MASTERPIECEI. The GiftII. Under the Emperor's BushIII. No Prophet in His Own CountryIV. The ConditionV. The Fulfilment  THE VINEYARD ON THE HILLSIDEI. MissingII. The Faithful DogIII. The Fond Foster-ParentsIV. The ErrandV. The Old ManVI. The LegacyVII. The Journey  THE DAMAGED PICTUREI. The ArtistII. The PictureIII. The Discovery  MEMORIES AWAKENEDI. The Change of CircumstancesII. The Revelation  THE INHERITANCEI. Mr. Acton and his SonII. The Uninvited GuestIII. The Flowering PlantIV. The Two FamiliesV. The Feast  HOW IT HAPPENEDI. The Wooded IslandII. Far From HomeIII. The Smoke  FROM ROYAL PALACE TO LOWLY HUTI. The SuburbsII. The RetreatIII. The PrisonIV. The PurchaseV. Reunited  THE UGLY TRINKETI. The Opened DoorII. The TestIII. Reverses *** Selection from AFTER LONG YEARS - CHAPTER I -THE JOURNEY The Duchess of Banford and her two children were driving toward their villa, when, owing to the roughness of the road, the front wheel of their coach was suddenly broken. Considerably frightened, mother and children quickly alighted. The approaching darkness, coupled with the loneliness of the place, added to the difficulty; for the prospect of spending the night in the woods was particularly distressing. Just then a stable-boy chanced along and seeing the predicament, said: "Oh, that wheel can be easily mended. Not far from here there lives a wheelwright, and I am sure he can repair it in a very short time." The boy then looked about him, and seeing a long pole, said: "We can use this to support the wagon as it drags along. The road is rugged, and it will take us about an hour to get there." "Is there no shorter route?" inquired the Duchess. "This is the only wagon road; but if you wish, I will lead you along a shorter path across the fields which will cut the distance in half." The Duchess thanked him, and asked: "Do you think that we may take this pole? It seems to me as though some wood-cutter had left it here to prop a tree." "Oh, yes," he answered, "it belongs to the wheelwright to whom I am taking you. All the wood around here belongs to him, and he will be glad to have this pole so handy." So saying, he hurried to get the pole and helped the coachman fasten it in place. The horses then drew the carriage slowly over the rocky road, while the coachman walked alongside. The family, however, followed the footpath, which led between tall elms and blooming shrubbery along the edge of a babbling brook. The silence was broken now and then by the plaintive song of a nightingale. The Duchess and her two children seated themselves upon the trunk of a fallen tree and listened to the music till it ceased. A gentle wind sighed softly through the leaves of the trees, and merrily flowed the near-by brook. As the nightingale repeated its song, they all listened intently. When the song was ended, the Duchess said: "I would give twenty pounds if I had such a bird in my garden. I have heard many nightingales sing in the city, but here in the country, in this wooded region and deep stillness, and at this twilight hour, its song seems doubly enchanting. Oh, that I might hear it sing in the little bower near my villa."

Author / Editor: Dunne (translation), Agnes M.

Category: Short Stories

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