Miss Fairfax of Virginia: A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the Palmettos — Story, Setting & Ideas
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CHAPTER I. PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW. CHAPTER II. ALAS! FOR THE GAME THAT FAILED TO WORK. CHAPTER III. AT DAGGERS' POINTS. CHAPTER IV. MILLIONS MAY NOT PURCHASE LOVE. CHAPTER V. RODERIC'S REPENTANCE. CHAPTER VI. ON THE BORDERS OF PARADISE. CHAPTER VII. THE SWORD DUEL IN THE EAST INDIAN BUNGALOW. CHAPTER VIII. "ADIOS, BELOVED!" CHAPTER IX. DOWN THE IRISH COAST. CHAPTER X. FOR ONE NIGHT AT THE AZORES. CHAPTER XI. THE LADY ON THE QUARTER DECK. CHAPTER XII. THE MAN WHO MADE SIGNS. CHAPTER XIII. ADONIS ON A NEW TACK. CHAPTER XIV. A CHASE TO THE YACHT. CHAPTER XV. CAPTAIN BOB GUESSES NOT. CHAPTER XVI. THE INVASION OF SAN JUAN. CHAPTER XVII. THE BOLERO DANCER WITH THE GYPSY BLOOD. CHAPTER XVIII. JULIO DECLARES FOR WAR. CHAPTER XIX. BY WAY OF THE BALCONY. CHAPTER XX. A RENDEZVOUS AT THE TOBACCONIST'S. CHAPTER XXI. THE MONSTER COMES AGAIN. CHAPTER XXII. TO THE OLD FORTRESS. CHAPTER XXIII. HOW THEY WENT IN. CHAPTER XXIV. THE STRANGE MEETING IN THE DUNGEON. CHAPTER XXV. WHEN THE OFFICER OF THE GUARD CAME. CHAPTER XXVI. A RACE TO THE BOAT. CHAPTER XXVII. WHEN THE SPANISH FLAG LEFT PORTO RICO FOREVER.
Miss Fairfax of Virginia
PERHAPS LOVERS ONCE, STRANGERS NOW.
The genial summer sun had long since dropped behind the Irish hills, and the glowing lights of old Dublin were set like rare jewels upon the dark bosom of mother earth when Roderic Owen, with a fragrant cigar between his teeth, walked to and fro under the shadow of Nelson's column in historic Sackville street, now better known among loyal citizens under the name of O'Connell.
Owen only arrived from Liverpool on the Holyhead steamer that very day and had passed some hours upon various tramcars, surveying those portions of the famous city they traversed.
It may have given him a thrill of satisfaction to realize that he once more stood on his native heath, which land the exile had not seen since, a child of tender years, he left it in company with his heart broken parents; but two decades in the atmosphere of free America had made a full-fledged Yankee out of him, and his heart was wholly pledged to the interests of America.
Business had more to do with his flying visit across the Irish sea than a desire to look upon the scenes of childhood--these tender recollections might be all very good in their way, but when his country was at war with one of the old world powers, young Owen's heart and soul were wrapped up in the interests he represented, and the state mission that had taken him over the Atlantic.
The public will never learn more than a small portion of the unwritten history of the Hispano-American war, since these memoirs are snugly reposing in the archives at Washington, where they will rest until dusty with age.
Secret agents were employed in many European capitals in the endeavor to discover the true sentiments of the powers most interested, so that in case unhappy Spain seemed in a way to secure an ally, prompt measures might be taken to head off the threatened blow by a sudden _coup d'etat_, in which our good friend Great Britain stood ready to do her part.
Roderic Owen, being peculiarly gifted by nature with rare abilities in the line of diplomacy, had been remarkably useful in Berlin, Paris and Vienna, and was now suddenly transferred to another famous capital because it appeared as though Dublin might be the theatre of a little gathering where matters of intense moment were to be discussed.
It was evident from his manner that he had made the Nelson column a rendezvous. His eyes followed each tramcar that passed, and never a jaunting-car jogged by that he did not survey with growing interest. A hot blooded Spanish lover awaiting the coming of the black-eyed senorita with whom he had made a tryst could hardly have appeared more anxious.
He had just tossed away the remnant of his weed and was feeling for his cigar case to draw out another when the expected happened.
"At last!" he muttered, with a sigh of relief.
Still he made no abrupt forward movement--caution had been one of the fruits of long diplomatic service. "Everything comes to him who waits--and works," is the leading maxim of their craft.
A woman dismounted from a Rathmines car that had just arrived at the terminus of its journey. She was garbed in the sombre black habiliments of a religious recluse belonging to one of the many orders in Dublin. These nuns, serving often in the capacity of Sisters of Charity, come and go with the utmost freedom, respected by the humble classes to whom they are often angelic messengers in times of distress or sickness.
St. George Rathborne opens Miss Fairfax of Virginia with a protagonist who is both an exile and a Yankee: Roderic Owen, returned to Dublin after twenty years in America, walks under Nelson's column in Sackville Street—a detail that signals the novel's interest in place names and historical layers. The narrator notes that Owen's heart is “wholly pledged to the interests of America,” a line that establishes the character's divided loyalties before any romantic plot begins. This editorial note focuses on the authorial choices visible in the excerpts: the brisk, declarative sentences; the reliance on physical action and dialogue tags to convey character; and the recurring use of nautical and military vocabulary that shapes the adventure sequences.
Diction and the Pace of Action
Rathborne favors short, punchy clauses that propel the narrative forward. In the chase scene, sentences such as “Faster!” cried Beven at the same moment” and “The men needed no urging” create a staccato rhythm that mimics urgency. The narrator often interrupts description with direct commands or exclamations, as when Roderic notes “Fortunately no one attempted to stay his flight—fortunately for them perhaps.” This double use of “fortunately” undercuts the tension with a wry authorial aside, a technique that appears repeatedly. The prose rarely lingers on interior states; instead, feelings are externalized through gestures—Roderic waves and “kiss his fingers to the girl”—or through physical metaphors, such as “the lion that lay beneath the surface in his nature.” The effect is a style that prioritizes momentum over introspection, fitting for a romance that promises adventure under the palmettos.
Dialogue as a Vehicle for Character and Conflict
Dialogue in the excerpts is terse and often punctuated by foreign phrases. Don Porfidio exclaims “Por Dios! I honor a brave man” and later “Cospita! good,” while Roderic replies with a laugh, “Ask Jerome!” These exchanges do more than advance the plot; they establish cultural markers. The Spanish interjections contrast with the captain's “huskily” spoken orders and Roderic's American-inflected responses. Rathborne uses dialogue tags like “said huskily” or “laughing say” to convey tone without lengthy description. The line “undoubtedly Senor Wellington has met his Waterloo” is a characteristic blend of historical allusion and humor, showing how the author layers references into casual speech. The dialogue also reveals power dynamics: Don Porfidio's gruff respect for Roderic's daring is signaled by his extended hand, a gesture that replaces a paragraph of explanation.
Setting and the Use of Specific Place Names
Rathborne anchors his scenes in real geography, from Dublin's Sackville Street (with a parenthetical note that it is “now better known among loyal citizens under the name of O'Connell”) to the Azores and the coast of Puerto Rico. These place names are not mere backdrops; they carry historical weight. The Irish setting in the opening chapter establishes Roderic's origins, while the later action shifts to a blockade runner and a yacht, with references to San Juan and an “old fortress.” The author's choice to specify “the Irish hills” and “the dark bosom of mother earth” in the first paragraph sets a tone of romantic nationalism that quickly gives way to transatlantic adventure. The setting is often described through movement—tramcars, steamers, yawls—rather than static description, reinforcing the novel's emphasis on travel and pursuit.
Recurring Motifs: Boats, Chases, and the Sea
Boats and chases dominate the excerpted action. The launch of a boat “on the other side of the steamer” is noted as a tactical detail; the yawl's escape is measured in “six pair of English arms against two.” Rathborne treats the mechanics of pursuit with precision: the splash, the rope ladder, the “ashen blades” of the oars. The sea is both a setting and a source of tension, with phrases like “a period of suspense” and “ominous silence” heightening the stakes. The author also uses nautical language metaphorically—Don Porfidio's question about “wonderful splashing” leads to the joke about Wellington's Waterloo. This motif of waterborne escape recurs in the chapter titles (“Down the Irish Coast,” “A Race to the Boat”), suggesting that the novel's structure is built around physical journeys. The excerpts show a writer who understands the rhythm of a chase and uses it to sustain narrative energy.
Readers approaching Miss Fairfax of Virginia should attend to how Rathbone balances romantic convention with adventure plotting. The excerpts suggest a novel that moves quickly, relies on dialogue and action rather than introspection, and uses place names and historical references to ground its melodrama. The author's choices in diction—short sentences, foreign phrases, and wry asides—create a distinctive voice that is neither purely sentimental nor purely swashbuckling. This editorial note has focused on observable patterns in the text; the full novel may reveal how these techniques sustain a longer narrative.
Sometimes a story stays with you not for its sweeping adventure, but for the quiet way it holds two worlds side by side. Reading about Miss Fairfax’s journey across the Atlantic, I kept thinking of Making Over Martha — Story, Setting & Ideas, which left me with that same gentle ache—wondering how we carry home’s voice inside us, long after the palmettos fade. A tender echo, nothing more.
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