GIVE ME YOUR GOLDEN HAND

This is a better story than the very sentimental title would indicate, though it is straight romantic adventure in the old tradition, not as unusual as her earlier Quetly My . The first two thirds of the story gives the reader a dissolute England of the time of George III,- an inside picture of the Hell Fire Club roues and their devil cult; a glimpse of the mother-ridden king and the marriage with Charlotte foisted upon him; a yarn of his morganatic marriage with a Quaker and the son, George, who was spirited to the Continent, brought up there in ignorance of his parentage, and-after Oxford- placed as tutor in the Wyche household, where he had his baptism of passion and disillusionment at the hands of the unscrupulous Lady Barbara. Bankrupt in soul and almost penniless, he fled to America and the last third of the story shows him growing in conviction that his lot is cast with the cause of freedom. A second fleeting brush with passion -- then a quietly happy marriage to a Quaker in York State, and Axford Daigle (as he is known) finds that belated knowledge of his royal blood means nothing to him. America is his home.