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About a mile from the village was the beautiful residence of Captain Sedley  Frank's father. He was a retired shipmaster, in which capacity he had acquired a handsome fortune. His house was built within a few rods of Wood Lake  a beautiful sheet of water, nearly three miles in length, and a little more than a mile in width. On the river, which formed the outlet of this lake, the village of Rippleton was situated; and its clear waters turned the great wheels of the factories. ABOUT A MILE FROM THE VILLAGE WAS THE BEAUTIFUL RESIDENCE OF CAPTAIN SEDLEY FRANK'S FATHER HE WAS A RETIRED SHIPMASTER IN WHICH CAPACITY HE HAD ACQUIRED A HANDSOME FORTUNE HIS HOUSE WAS BUT WITHIN A FEW RODS OF WOOD LAKE A BEAUTIFUL SHEET OF WATER NEARLY THREE MILES IN LENGTH AND LITTLE MORE THAN A MILE IN WIDTH ON THE RIVER WHICH FORMED THE OUTLET OF THIS LAKE THE VILLAGE OF RIPPLETON WAS SITUATED AND ITS CLEAR WATERS TURNED THE GREAT WHEELS OF THE FACTORIES
it. Shall we go over to-night, and give the money to Mrs. Weston?" "Yes; if you like." "Wait a moment, and I will go into the house and ask my father to let me stay out till nine o'clock this evening." Frank bounded lightly over the green lawn to his father's house, near which the conversation took place. Rippleton, the scene of my story, is a New England village, situated about ten miles from Boston. It is one of those thriving places which have sprung into existence in a moment, as it were, under the potent stimulus of a railroad and a water privilege. Twenty years ago it consisted of only one factory and about a dozen houses. Now it is a great, bustling village, and probably in a few years will become a city. Trains of cars arrive and depart every hour, as the Traveller's Guide says; and a double row of factories extends along the sides of the river. It has its banks, its hotels, its dozen churches, and its noisy streets--indeed, almost all the pomp and circumstance of a great city. O MORROW I CAN PERSUADE HIM TO WAIT SHALL WE GO OVER TO NIGHT AND GIVE THE MONEY TO MISSUS WESTON YES IF YOU LIKE WAIT A MOMENT AND I WILL GO INTO THE HOUSE AND ASK MY FATHER TO LET ME STAY OUT TILL NINE O'CLOCK THIS EVENING FRANK BOUNDED LIGHTLY OVER THE GREEN LAWN TO HIS FATHER'S HOUSE NEAR WHICH THE CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE RIPPLETON THE SCENE OF MY STORY IS A NEW ENGLAND VILLAGE SITUATED ABOUT TEN MILES FROM BOSTON IT IS ONE OF THOSE THRIVING PLACES WHICH HAVE SPRUNG INTO EXISTENCE IN A MOMENT AS IT WERE UNDER THE POTENT STIMULUS OF A RAILROAD AND A WATER PRIVILEGE TWENTY YEARS AGO IT CONSISTED OF ONLY ONE FACTORY AND ABOUT A DOZEN HOUSES NOW IT IS A GREAT BUSTLING VILLAGE AND PROBABLY IN A FEW YEARS WILL BECOME A CITY TRAINS OF CARS ARRIVE AND DEPART EVERY HOUR AS THE TRAVELER'S GUIDE SAYS AND A DOUBLE ROW OF FACTORIES EXTENDS ALONG THE SIDES OF THE RIVER IT HAS ITS BANKS ITS HOTELS ITS DOZEN CHURCHES AND ITS NOISY STREETS INDEED ALMOST ALL THE POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE OF A GREAT CITY
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