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NEW EAGLE SERIES No. 1172
ALL FOR LOVE
_BY MRS. ALEX. MCVEIGH MILLER_
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Carefully Selected Love Stories
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1--Queen Bess By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
2--Ruby’s Reward By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
7--Two Keys By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
9--The Virginia Heiress By May Agnes Fleming
12--Edrie’s Legacy By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
17--Leslie’s Loyalty By Charles Garvice
(His Love So True)
22--Elaine By Charles Garvice
24--A Wasted Love By Charles Garvice
(On Love’s Altar)
41--Her Heart’s Desire By Charles Garvice
(An Innocent Girl)
44--That Dowdy By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
50--Her Ransom By Charles Garvice
(Paid For)
55--Thrice Wedded By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
66--Witch Hazel By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
70--Sydney By Charles Garvice
(A Wilful Young Woman)
73--The Marquis By Charles Garvice
77--Tina By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
79--Out of the Past By Charles Garvice
(Marjorie)
84--Imogene By Charles Garvice
(Dumaresq’s Temptation)
85--Lorrie; or, Hollow Gold By Charles Garvice
88--Virgie’s Inheritance By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
95--A Wilful Maid By Charles Garvice
(Philippa)
98--Claire By Charles Garvice
(The Mistress of Court Regna)
99--Audrey’s Recompense By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
102--Sweet Cymbeline By Charles Garvice
(Bellmaire)
109--Signa’s Sweetheart By Charles Garvice
(Lord Delamere’s Bride)
111--Faithful Shirley By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
117--She Loved Him By Charles Garvice
119--’Twixt Smile and Tear By Charles Garvice
(Dulcie)
122--Grazia’s Mistake By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
130--A Passion Flower By Charles Garvice
(Madge)
133--Max By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
136--The Unseen Bridegroom By May Agnes Fleming
138--A Fatal Wooing By Laura Jean Libbey
141--Lady Evelyn By May Agnes Fleming
144--Dorothy’s Jewels By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
146--Magdalen’s Vow By May Agnes Fleming
151--The Heiress of Glen Gower By May Agnes Fleming
155--Nameless Dell By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
157--Who Wins By May Agnes Fleming
166--The Masked Bridal By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
168--Thrice Lost, Thrice Won By May Agnes Fleming
174--His Guardian Angel By Charles Garvice
177--A True Aristocrat By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
181--The Baronet’s Bride By May Agnes Fleming
188--Dorothy Arnold’s Escape By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
199--Geoffrey’s Victory By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
203--Only One Love By Charles Garvice
210--Wild Oats By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
213--The Heiress of Egremont By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
215--Only a Girl’s Love By Charles Garvice
219--Lost: A Pearle By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
222--The Lily of Mordaunt By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
223--Leola Dale’s Fortune By Charles Garvice
231--The Earl’s Heir By Charles Garvice
(Lady Norah)
233--Nora By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
236--Her Humble Lover By Charles Garvice
(The Usurper; or, The Gipsy Peer)
242--A Wounded Heart By Charles Garvice
(Sweet as a Rose)
244--A Hoiden’s Conquest By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
250--A Woman’s Soul By Charles Garvice
(Doris; or, Behind the Footlights)
255--The Little Marplot By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
257--A Martyred Love By Charles Garvice
(Iris; or, Under the Shadows)
266--The Welfleet Mystery By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
267--Jeanne By Charles Garvice
(Barriers Between)
268--Olivia; or, It Was for Her Sake By Charles Garvice
272--So Fair, So False By Charles Garvice
(The Beauty of the Season)
276--So Nearly Lost By Charles Garvice
(The Springtime of Love)
277--Brownie’s Triumph By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
280--Love’s Dilemma By Charles Garvice
(For an Earldom)
282--The Forsaken Bride By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
283--My Lady Pride By Charles Garvice
287--The Lady of Darracourt By Charles Garvice
(Floris)
288--Sibyl’s Influence By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
291--A Mysterious Wedding Ring By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
292--For Her Only By Charles Garvice
(Diana)
296--The Heir of Vering By Charles Garvice
299--Little Miss Whirlwind By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
300--The Spider and the Fly By Charles Garvice
(Violet)
303--The Queen of the Isle By May Agnes Fleming
304--Stanch as a Woman By Charles Garvice
(A Maiden’s Sacrifice)
305--Led by Love By Charles Garvice
Sequel to “Stanch as a Woman”
309--The Heiress of Castle Cliffs By May Agnes Fleming
312--Woven on Fate’s Loom, and The Snowdrift
By Charles Garvice
315--The Dark Secret By May Agnes Fleming
317--Ione By Laura Jean Libbey
(Adrien Le Roy)
318--Stanch of Heart By Charles Garvice
322--Mildred By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
326--Parted by Fate By Laura Jean Libbey
327--He Loves Me By Charles Garvice
328--He Loves Me Not By Charles Garvice
330--Aikenside By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
333--Stella’s Fortune By Charles Garvice
(The Sculptor’s Wooing)
334--Miss McDonald By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
339--His Heart’s Queen By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
340--Bad Hugh. Vol. I. By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
341--Bad Hugh. Vol. II. By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
344--Tresillian Court By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
345--The Scorned Wife By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
346--Guy Tresillian’s Fate By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
347--The Eyes of Love By Charles Garvice
348--The Hearts of Youth By Charles Garvice
351--The Churchyard Betrothal By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
352--Family Pride. Vol. I. By Mary J. Holmes
353--Family Pride. Vol. II. By Mary J. Holmes
354--A Love Comedy By Charles Garvice
360--The Ashes of Love By Charles Garvice
361--A Heart Triumphant By Charles Garvice
367--The Pride of Her Life By Charles Garvice
368--Won By Love’s Valor By Charles Garvice
372--A Girl in a Thousand By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
373--A Thorn Among Roses By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
Sequel to “A Girl in a Thousand”
380--Her Double Life By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
381--The Sunshine of Love By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
Sequel to “Her Double Life”
382--Mona By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
391--Marguerite’s Heritage By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
399--Betsey’s Transformation By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
407--Esther, the Fright By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
415--Trixy By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
440--Edna’s Secret Marriage By Charles Garvice
449--The Bailiff’s Scheme By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
450--Rosamond’s Love By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
Sequel to “The Bailiff’s Scheme”
451--Helen’s Victory By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
456--A Vixen’s Treachery By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
457--Adrift in the World By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
Sequel to “A Vixen’s Treachery”
458--When Love Meets Love By Charles Garvice
464--The Old Life’s Shadows By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
465--Outside Her Eden By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
Sequel to “The Old Life’s Shadows”
474--The Belle of the Season By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
475--Love Before Pride By Mrs. Harriet Lewis
Sequel to “The Belle of the Season”
481--Wedded, Yet No Wife By May Agnes Fleming
489--Lucy Harding By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes
495--Norine’s Revenge By May Agnes Fleming
511--The Golden Key By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
512--A Heritage of Love By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
Sequel to “The Golden Key”
519--The Magic Cameo By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
520--The Heatherford Fortune By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
Sequel to “The Magic Cameo”
ALL FOR LOVE
OR,
Her Heart’s Sacrifice
BY
MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER
Author of “Love Conquers Pride,” “The Man She Hated,” “A
Married Flirt,” “Loyal Unto Death”--published in the NEW
EAGLE SERIES.
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All for Love
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ALL FOR LOVE.
CHAPTER I. A FAMILIAR SONG.
From a cottage window, embowered in azure morning glories, a girl’s
sweet voice sang blithely:
“My heart with joy would thrill if you loved me,
’Twould give this life of mine its fill of ecstasy;
Each golden moment spent with you on wings of Joy would flee;
The sky would be a ceaseless blue if you loved me!”
Berry Vining, the little village beauty, singing so blithely at her
window of a love that as yet she had never known, was at the crisis of
her fate, for at that very moment down the village street swept a gay
cavalcade of riders, and as the sweet voice floated out upon the air,
their glances turned upward in irrepressible admiration.
“What odds to me how dark the night if you loved me,
For in your eyes a beacon light of love I’d see;
My future, now a dark abyss, forever changed would be,
To sunny paths of rosy bliss if you loved me!”
She was so lovely, this little Berry Vining, with her wealth of curly
chestnut locks, framing a face so fresh and fair as the morning
glories round the window--so lovely, with her big, wondering, brown
eyes under long, shady lashes, her sea-shell tints, her perfect little
nose, and rose-red lips, and dainty chin, where dimples swarmed,
entrancingly, whenever she smiled, that no one could look at her
without admiration.
When all those eager eyes were leveled at her window the girl drew very
hastily backward, but not until she had seen one hat lifted from a
handsome head in her honor, as the man’s eyes paid eager tribute to her
charms.
It all passed in a moment, but not too quickly for that flashing glance
to strike fire in a romantic maiden’s heart.
The laughing, chattering riders passed on, the handsome men, the pretty
women, and Berry hid her blushing face among the green, heart-shaped
leaves of the morning glories, and whispered to the flowers:
“Oh, what a handsome young man! What beautiful eyes, what a loving
smile! How grandly he rode on that fine bay horse--like a young prince,
I fancy, although I never saw one--and how courteous to bow to me,
though he had never seen me before! Even proud Miss Montague, who rode
by his side, did not appear to notice me, little Berry Vining, that she
has known all her life! Oh, how I envy her the joy of being with him,
of hearing him speak, and looking into his beaming eyes! I would give
the whole world for such a splendid lover!”
“Berry! Berry!” called an impatient voice from the foot of the stairs,
but unheeding the summons, her thoughts ran on in melodious whispers to
the soft, green leaves:
“Oh, I love him already, I cannot help it, for when his eyes met mine a
great rapturous shudder thrilled me through my whole being and told me
I had met my fate! Oh, shall we ever meet again, I wonder! We must, we
must, or my heart will break with love and longing! It was prophetic,
that song I was singing as his eyes met mine!” and she began to hum
again tenderly:
“What odds to me how dark the night if you loved me,
For in your eyes a beacon light of love I’d see!”
“Berry!--Ber-en-i-ce Vi-ning!” called the impatient voice downstairs
again, and starting from her rosy dreams of love, the girl flew to
reply:
“Well, mamma?”
The pale, faded little mother answered complainingly:
“Always too late! I called you to look at the riding party from
Montague’s--their summer guests--five grand couples of them, on
horseback! But you missed everything coming down so slow!”
“Oh, no, dear mamma, for I was watching them from my window, and saw
all. How fine they looked, indeed! I wish I could be like them!”
“If wishes were horses beggars would ride!” mocked the pale, tired
mother sourly. “Come, now, and tidy up the kitchen, for I must be off
to my day’s work. There’s no rest for the weary.”
She snatched down a rusty black bonnet from the nail where it hung,
and hurried from the house, hastening downtown to the shop, where
she worked by the day for the pittance that supported herself and
daughter. She was a tailoress by trade, and had been reared, wedded,
and widowed in this little New Jersey town. Her eldest children had
all married, and gone to humble homes of their own; she lived alone in
the tiny cottage with her youngest girl, Berenice, or Berry, as she
was familiarly called. A boy, still younger, lived on a farm with a
relative.
Berry, now almost nineteen, had many admirers, but none of them had
ever touched her romantic young heart, much to the regret of her
work-worn mother, who longed to see her pretty darling settled down to
married life in a comfortable home, with a good husband.
But Berry had only laughed at her suitors, for in her girlish
thoughtlessness she did not realize her mother’s cares and anxieties.
Unconsciously to herself, perhaps, she had secret ambitions, born, it
may be, of her high sounding name Berenice, or the knowledge that she
had the gift of beauty, so potent in its spell upon mankind.
Berry longed for higher things, and despised the humdrum lives of
her sisters with the humble mates they had chosen. Like another Maud
Muller, she longed for something better than she had known.
So as she tucked the blue gingham apron over her spotless print gown,
and deftly tidied up the kitchen, her excited thoughts followed the gay
cavalcade of riders with eager interest and longing.
“I believe I am as pretty as any of those proud, rich girls,” she
murmured, glancing into the little cracked mirror over the mantel,
and sighing: “Why should I have so different a fate? Why did my poor
father have to drive an humble delivery wagon all his life and die of
a malarial fever at last; and why does poor mamma have to work as a
tailoress, while Rosalind Montague has a millionaire for a father, and
a fine lady mother flaunting in silks and diamonds? In only one thing
has God made us equal, and that is beauty. I have rivaled her to-day
with her splendid lover, and who knows but it may end in raising me to
her height of wealth and pride! If he loves and marries me, how much I
can do for poor mamma and the others! They should never have to work so
hard again. Oh, I am so happy, hoping he loves me, for even if he were
poor and humble as I am, I could love him just as well.”
“Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat!” went the knocker on the door, and her heart
leaped wildly as she flew to open it.
There stood the red-headed lad from the florist’s with a large bunch of
splendid red roses, wet with morning dew, and exhaling the rarest spicy
fragrance.
“American beauties, Berry Vining--for you!” he cried, thrusting
them into her eager little hands, with a significant grin on his
good-natured, freckled face.