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“Richard Forrest, Bachelor.” CHAPTER I. THE DELMAR SISTERS. You will not find Wallford on the map, so I advise you not to consult it, for some time since a larger town, not far from there, after steadily advancing year by year toward its smaller neighbor, finally opened its arms and took it to itself, endowing it with even its name. It wasa pretty spot, on the coast of one of the Southern States, miles from the noise and din of any big city, and in sum- mer more than one worn-out bread-winner found his way there for a season of rest and recreation. On the outskirts of the village, nearly hidden from the road by tall trees, like a bird’s nest among the foliage, stood a picturesque cottage. It was by no means a modern structure and was sadly in need of a coat of paint, but the tiny vine-covered balconies, the wide piazza encircling the entire ground floor, and the large, well-kept garden with its spaces fenced off for vegetables and chickens, all gave the place a home-like, inviting look, which many a more pretentious place lacks. The windows were always neatly draped with snowy curtains, caught back by fresh ribbons, and in two of them yellow canaries, in gilded cages, hopped. and sang their little lives away. An observing passer-by would remark immediately, upon Eomichbooks (E(0) im