E-text prepared by Bruce Albrecht, Louise Pryor, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) “I SOMETIMES THINK THAT ONE’S PAST LIFE IS WRITTEN IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE,” SAID MRS. BOWRING, SHUTTING THE BOOK SHE HELD. THE COMPLETE WORKS OF F. MARION CRAWFORD THE COMPLETE WORKS OF F. MARION CRAWFORD Adam Johnstone’s Son A Rose of Yesterday BY F. MARION CRAWFORD F. MARION CRAWFORD WITH FRONTISPIECE P. F. COLLIER & SON NEW YORK P. F. COLLIER & SON Copyright 1895, 1896, 1897 By F. MARION CRAWFORD All Rights Reserved ADAM JOHNSTONE’S SON CHAPTER I “I sometimes think that one’s past life is written in a foreign language,” said Mrs. Bowring, shutting the book she held, but keeping the place with one smooth, thin forefinger, while her still, blue eyes turned from her daughter’s face towards the hazy hills that hemmed the sea thirty miles to the southward. “When one wants to read it, one finds ever so many words which one cannot understand, and one has to look them out in a sort of unfamiliar dictionary, and try to make sense of the sentences as best one can. Only the big things are clear.” Clare glanced at her mother, smiling
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