_I record my acknowledgments to the Editors of the following journals in which some of these tales first appeared_: The Cornhill, London Mercury, Westminster Gazette, Manchester Guardian, English Review; _and_ The Dial, _of America._ The Weetmans--mother, son, and daughter--lived on a thriving farm. It was small enough, God knows; but it had always been a turbulent place of abode. For the servant it was "Phemy, do this," or "Phemy, have you done that?" from dawn to dark, and even from dark to dawn there was a hovering of unrest. The widow Weetman, a partial invalid, was the only figure that manifested any semblance of tranquility; and it was a misleading one, for she sat day after day on he…
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