| | 381 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Appreciation of H. G. Wells, Novelist  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE very ancient conception of a genius as one seized upon by the waiting Powers for
the purpose of rendering themselves intelligible to men has its most modern exemplar
in the person of Herbert George Wells, a maker of amazing books. It is impossible to
call Mr. Wells a novelist, for up to this time the bulk of his work has not been
novels; and scarcely accurate to call him a sociologist, since most of his social
science is delivered in the form of fiction. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 382 | Author: | Austin, Mary | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Woman at Eighteen-Mile | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I HAD long wished to write a story of Death Valley that should be its final word. It
was to be so chosen from the limited sort of incidents that could occur there, so charged with
the still ferocity of its moods, that I should at length be quit of its obsession, free to
concern myself about other affairs. And from the moment of hearing of the finding of Lang's
body at Dead Man's Spring I knew I had struck upon the trail of that story. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 383 | Author: | Brown, Charles Brockden | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WAS the second son of a farmer, whose place of residence was a western
district of Pennsylvania. My eldest brother seemed fitted by nature for the
employment to which he was destined. His wishes never led him astray from the
hay-stack and the furrow. His ideas never ranged beyond the sphere of his
vision, or suggested the possibility that to-morrow could differ from today. He
could read and write, because he had no alternative between learning the lesson
prescribed to him and punishment. He was diligent, as long as fear urged him
forward, but his exertions ceased with the cessation of this motive. The limits
of his acquirements consisted in signing his name, and spelling out a chapter in
the bible. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 385 | Author: | Burnett, Frances Hodgson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The White People | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PERHAPS the things which happened could only have happened to me. I do not know.
I never heard of things like them happening to any one else. But I am not sorry
they did happen. I am in secret deeply and strangely glad. I have heard other
people say things—and they were not always sad people,
either—which made me feel that if they knew what I know it would seem
to them as though some awesome, heavy load they had always dragged about with
them had fallen from their shoulders. To most people everything is so uncertain
that if they could only see or hear and know something
clear they would drop upon their knees and give thanks. That was what I felt myself before I found out so strangely, and I was only a girl.
That is why I intend to write this down as well as I can. It will not be very
well done, because I never was clever at all, and always found it difficult to
talk. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 386 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Ivanhoe and the German Measles | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HIS name was Reginald Gerald Whitefield, and he was the sort of little boy who
surprised observers by not having freckles. He had the honest look that goes
with freckles and a turned-up nose, although his complexion was irreproachable
and his nose neither turned up or down but was quite uninterestingly straight.
He was the sort of little boy who endures a scientific and expensive bringing up
and is not spoiled by it. He had a French house-governess, he took "talking
walks" with a spectacled and conscientious German, he was sent in a black velvet
suit to dancing-school, he took riding lessons from a severe ex-cavalryman who
contrived in a miraculous way to exclude from the exercise all the fun that
naturally goes with it; he was taken to the concerts of the Boston Symphony, and
bore with fortitude lectures on "What the Nibelungenlied may mean to a child,"
and he became neither priggish nor misanthropic. It must be plain, therefore,
that he was a remarkable little boy. In short he did not deserve his exuberant
name. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 387 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Playmate | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MRS. O'HERN looked about her with beaming eyes. "Well, it may
seem queer to think of living in a barn," she observed to her old
friend, "but it suits me fine! Ever since I left Ireland I've lived too
much indoors, and it does seem good to be cooking half in the air
again." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 388 | Author: | Canfield, Dorothy | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Ugly Duckling | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE fire on the nursery hearth gave a little flicker and the sleepy
child opened his eyes as the story finished. "—arching his neck and
looking down into the clear water the ugly duckling saw that he had
become a beautiful white swan, and all the sorrows he had suffered
while he was an ugly duckling vanished away and he was as happy
as sunshine and—" The fire fell together with a soft purr and the
child was asleep. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 392 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Margret Howth: A Story of To-Day | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | LET me tell you a story of To-Day,—very
homely and narrow in its scope and aim. Not
of the To-Day whose significance in the history
of humanity only those shall read who will
live when you and I are dead. We can bear
the pain in silence, if our hearts are strong
enough, while the nations of the earth stand
afar off. I have no word of this To-Day to
speak. I write from the border of the battlefield,
and I find in it no theme for shallow argument
or flimsy rhymes. The shadow of death
has fallen on us; it chills the very heaven. No
child laughs in my face as I pass down the
street. Men have forgotten to hope, forgotten
to pray; only in the bitterness of endurance,
they say "in the morning, `Would God it were
even!' and in the evening, `Would God it were
morning!' '' Neither I nor you have the prophet's
vision to see the age as its meaning stands
written before God. Those who shall live when
we are dead may tell their children, perhaps,
how, out of anguish and darkness such as the
world seldom has borne, the enduring morning
evolved of the true world and the true man.
It is not clear to us. Hands wet with a brother's
blood for the Right, a slavery of intolerance,
the hackneyed cant of men, or the blood-thirstiness of women, utter no prophecy to us
of the great To-Morrow of content and right
that holds the world. Yet the To-Morrow is
there; if God lives, it is there. The voice of
the meek Nazarene, which we have deafened
down as ill-timed, unfit to teach the watchword
of the hour, renews the quiet promise of its
coming in simple, humble things. Let us go
down and look for it. There is no need that
we should feebly vaunt and madden ourselves
over our self-seen rights, whatever they may
be, forgetting what broken shadows they are
of eternal truths in that calm where He sits
and with His quiet hand controls us. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 393 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | A Middle-Aged Woman | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE clock was pointing to six when Mrs. Shore and her son's wife
turned into a shaded street on their way home. The air blew sharply
up from the sea. Mrs. Shore buttoned her fur cape and quickened
her pace. Maria, as usual, lagged a step behind her. Maria was a
tall, willowy girl with delicate features and milk and rose tints in her
skin. She had the conscious pose of the acknowledged beauty in a
small town, for in her old home, Ford City, Kansas, newspapers had
ranked her with Helen of Troy and Recamier. But her blue eyes
were dull and evasive; she laughed at the end of every sentence, as
if not sure of herself or her companion or of anything else. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 395 | Author: | Dunbar, Alice | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Edouard | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PERE BOUTIN came down the sandy, pine-bordered walk with a knotted brow and a
gait that grew slower and slower. He was perplexed and his forehead knitted more
and more in a comical assumption of dignity. Père Boutin thought that
he was dignified, but when one weighs two hundred pounds, and is short and rolls
in one's gait, is it reasonable to expect that the world will be impressed by
one's magnificence? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 396 | Author: | Dunbar, Alice | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Lesie, the Choir Boy | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | OVER and above all things nature had been lavish to Lesie Channing in the matter
of a voice. It was a full, clear soprano with rich tones in it that presaged a
marvel of tone in later years. He loved to sing. It was a pure joy to him to
fill the hall and room of his tenement home with the only tunes that he
knew—"coon" songs and music-hall ballads. But while he delighted in
the sounds that he made, no one had ever told Lesie that his voice was
marvellous. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 397 | Author: | Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins, 1852-1930 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Humble Pie | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THERE are some people who never during their whole lives awake to a
consciousness of themselves, as they are recognized by others; there are
some who awake too early, to their undoing, and the flimsiness of their
characters; there are some who awake late with a shock, which does not
dethrone them from their individuality, but causes them agony, and is
possibly for their benefit. Maria Gorham was one of the last, and for the
first time in her life she saw herself reflected mercilessly in the eyes of
her kind one summer in a great mountain hotel. She had never been
aware that she was more conceited than others, that she had had on the
whole a better opinion of her external advantages at least, than she
deserved, but she discovered that her self-conceit had been something
which looked to her monstrous and insufferable. She saw that she was
not on the surface what she had always thought herself to be, and she saw
that the surface has always its influence on the depths. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 400 | Author: | Kropotkin, Peter | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Maxím Górky | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FEW writers have established their reputation so rapidly as
Maxím Górky. His first sketches (1892-95), were
published in an obscure provincial paper of the Caucasus, and were
totally unknown to the literary world, but when a short tale of his
appeared in a widely-read [illustration omitted] review, edited by
Korolénko, it at once attracted general attention. The
beauty of its form, its artistic finish, and the new note of strength
and courage which rang through it, brought the young writer
immediately into prominence. It became known that
Maxím Górky was the pen-name of quite a young
man, A. Pyeshkoff, who was born in 1868 in Nizhni Novgorod, a
large town on the Volga; that his father was a merchant, or an
artisan, his mother a remarkable peasant woman, who died soon
after the birth of her son, and that the boy, orphaned when only
nine, was brought up in a family of his father's relatives. The
childhood of Górky must have been anything but happy, for
one day he ran away and entered into service on a Volga River
steamer. Later he lived and wandered on foot with the tramps in
South Russia, and during these wanderings he wrote a number of
short stories which were published in a newspaper of Northern
Caucasia. The stories proved to be remarkably fine, and when a
collection of all that he had hitherto written was published in 1900,
in four small volumes, the whole of a large edition was sold in a
very short time, and the name of Górky took its place—to
speak of living novelists only—by the side of those of
Korolénko and Tchéhoff, immediately after the
name of Leo Tolstóy. In Western Europe and America his
reputation was made with the same rapidity, as soon as a couple of
his sketches were translated into French and German, and
retranslated into English. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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