TWO WOMEN OR ONE?
From The Mss. Of Dr. Leonard Benary
By Henry Harland
New York
1890
DEDICATION
TO ———— ————, ESQUIRE.
“I'll link my waggon to a star;”
I'll dedicate this tale to you:
Wit, poet, scholar, that you are,
And skilful story-teller too,
And theologue, and critic true,
And main-stay of the———-Review.
I'll link my waggon to a star,
Does not the Yankee sage advise it?
And yet I dare not name your name,
Lest the wide lustre of its fame
Eclipse my humble candle-flame:
But you'll surmise it.
January 1890.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER II.—AT THE RIVER SIDE.
CHAPTER IV.—THE DOCTOR SPEAKS.
CHAPTER VIII.—A CHANCE ACQUAINTANCE.
CHAPTER X.—JOSEPHINE EXPLAINS.
CHAPTER XII.—THE DOCTOR'S DILEMMA.
CHAPTER XIII.—NATURE BEGINS REPRISALS.
TWO WOMEN OR ONE?
CHAPTER I.—THE FIRST NIGHT.
My name is Leonard Benary—rather a foreign-sounding name, though I am a pure-blooded Englishman. I reside at No. 63, Riverview Road, in the American city of Adironda, though I was born in Devonshire. And I am a physician and surgeon, though retired from active practice. My age can be computed when I say that I came into the world on the 21st day of July, in the year 1818.
I must at the outset crave the reader's indulgence for two things. First, my style. I am not a literary man; and my style will therefore be ungraceful. Secondly, my provincialisms. I have lived in Adironda for very nearly