MENDEL - 1916 - Shall tears be shed because the blossoms fall, Because the cloudy cherry slips away, And leaves its branches in a leafy thrall Till ruddy fruits do hang upon the spray Shall tears be shed because the youthful bloom And all thexcess of early life must fade For larger wealth of joy in smaller room To dwell contained in love of man and maid Nay, rather leap, 0 heart, to see fulfilled In certain joy thuncertain promised glee, To have so many mountain torrents spilled For one fair river moving to the sea - CONTENTS - BOOK ONE EAST CHAPTER P PAGE I. LONDO W N HERE T HE KINGL IVES . 11 111. PRISON . . . . . . . . 35 IV. FIRST L OVE . . b . . . 53 VI. EDGARFR OITZHE A IM ND OTHERS . 75 VII. THE DETMOLD . . . . 84 VIII. HETTY FINCH . . . . . . 97 BOOK TWO BOHEMIA I. THE P OT-AU-FE . U . . . . 149 11. LOGAN . . . . . . - I 161 111. LOGAN SE TS TO WORK . . . . . I73 IV. BURNHAMBE ECHES . . . . 190 V. HAPPY M P S T E A D . . . . . . 204 CI VI. CAMDEN T OWN 7 . . t . . . 218 WI. MR. TILNEYTYSOE . . . . . 231 7 8 CONTENTS CHAPTER VIII. THE M ERLIN CA S V E . PAGE 246 BOOK THREE THE PASSING OF YOUTH I. EDWAR T D U FNELL 11. THEC AMPAIGN O PENS 111. SUCCESS . . . . IV. REACTION . V. LOGAN GIVES A PARTY VI. REVELATION . VII. CONPLICT . VIII. OLIVER . . . IX. LOGANM AKES A N END X. PASSO R . . . BOOK ONE EAST BOOK ONE EAST CHAPTER I - LONDON WHERE THE KING LIVES - THE boat-train had disgorged its passengers, who had huddled together in a crowd round the luggage as it was dragged out of the vans, and then had jostled their way out into the London they had been so long approaching. When the crowd scattered it left like a deposit a little knot of strange-looking people in brilliant clothes who stared about them pathetically and helplessly. There were three old men who seemed to be strangers to each other and a handsome Jewess with her familytwo girls and three boys. The two elder boys carried on their backs the family bedding, and the youngest clung to his mothers skirts and was frightened by the noise, the hurrying crowds of people, the vastness and the ugly, complicated angular lines of the station. The woman looked disappointed and hurt. Her eyes searched through the crowds, through every fresh stream of people . She was baffled and anxious. Once or twice she was accosted, but she could not understand a word of what was said to her. At last she produced a piece of paper and showed it to a railway official, who came up thinking it was time these outlandish folk moved ona He could not read what was written on it, for the paper was very dirty and the characters were crabbed and awkwardly written. He turned to the old men, one of whom said excitedly the only English words he knew - London-Jewish-Society. The official looked relieved. These people did not look like Jews, and the eldest girl and the little boy were lovely. He went away, and the woman, whose hopes had risen, once more looked disconsolate. The little boy buried his face in her apron and wept. A surburban train came wheezing into the platform, which was at once alive with hurrying men in silk hats and tail-coats. Catching sight of the brilliantly attired group, the handsome woman and the lovely girl, the boys with their heads bowed beneath the billowing piles of feather bedding, some of them stopped. The little boy looked up with tears in his eyes. One man put his - hand in his pocket and threw down a few coppers. Others followed his example, and the little boy ran after the showering pennies as they bounced in the air, and rolled, span, and settled... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.