| | 403 | Author: | Mitchell, S. Weir | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Autobiography of a Quack  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | AT this present moment of time I am what the doctors call an interesting case,
and am to be found in bed No. 10, Ward 11, Massachusetts General Hospital. I am
told that I have what is called Addison's disease, and that it is this pleasing
malady which causes me to be covered with large blotches of a dark mulatto tint.
However, it is a rather grim subject to joke about, because, if I believed the
doctor who comes around every day, and thumps me, and listens to my chest with
as much pleasure as if I were music all through—I say, if I really
believed him, I should suppose I was going to die. The fact is, I don't believe
him at all. Some of these days I shall take a turn and get about again; but
meanwhile it is rather dull for a
stirring, active person like me to have to lie still and watch myself getting
big brown and yellow spots all over me, like a map that has taken to growing. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 405 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Man Who Interfered | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | UNTIL long after midnight Jim Freeman sat reading a battered,
graceful old volume containing "Troilus and Cressida" and "Julius
Caesar"—a book bound in leather for a Gentleman of Virginia in
1771, and strayed from its mates of the set generations ago. Its type
was bold and clear, fit for failing eyes to peruse. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 406 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Problem of Old Harjo | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE Spirit of the Lord had descended upon old Harjo. From the new missionary,
just out from New York, he had learned that he was a sinner. The fire in the new
missionary's eyes and her gracious appeal had convinced old Harjo that this was
the time to repent and be saved. He was very much in earnest, and he assured
Miss Evans that he wanted to be baptized and received into the church at once.
Miss Evans was enthusiastic and went to Mrs. Rowell with the news. It was Mrs.
Rowell who had said that it was no use to try to convert the older Indians, and
she, after fifteen years of work in Indian Territory missions, should have
known. Miss Evans was pardonably proud of her conquest. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 407 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise, Volume I | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE child's dead," said Nora, the nurse. It was the upstairs sitting-room in one
of the pretentious houses of Sutherland, oldest and most charming of the towns
on the Indiana bank of the Ohio. The two big windows were open; their limp and
listless draperies showed that there was not the least motion in the stifling
humid air of the July afternoon. At the center of the room stood an oblong
table; over it were neatly spread several thicknesses of white cotton cloth;
naked upon them lay the body of a newborn girl baby. At one side of the table
nearer the window stood Nora. Hers were the hard features and corrugated skin
popularly regarded as the result of a life of toil, but in fact the result of a
life of defiance to the laws of health. As additional penalties for that same
self-indulgence she had an enormous bust and hips, thin face and arms, hollow,
sinew-striped neck. The young man, blond and smooth faced, at the other side of
the table and facing the light, was Doctor Stevens, a recently graduated pupil
of the famous Schulze of Saint Christopher who as much as any other one man is
responsible for the rejection of hocus-pocus and the injection of common sense
into American medicine. For upwards of an hour young Stevens, coat off and shirt sleeves rolled to his
shoulders, had been toiling with the lifeless form on the table. He had tried
everything his training, his reading and his experience suggested—all
the more or less familiar devices similar to those indicated for cases of
drowning. Nora had watched him, at first with interest and hope, then with
interest alone, finally with swiftly deepening disapproval, as her compressed
lips and angry eyes plainly revealed. It seemed to her his effort was
degenerating into sacrilege, into defiance of an obvious decree of the Almighty.
However, she had not ventured to speak until the young man, with a muttered
ejaculation suspiciously like an imprecation, straightened his stocky figure and
began to mop the sweat from his face, hands and bared arms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 408 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Grain of Dust. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | INTO the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley,
Lockyer & Norman, corporation lawyers, there drifted
on a December afternoon a girl in search of work at
stenography and typewriting. The firm was about the
most important and most famous — radical orators often
said infamous — in New York. The girl seemed, at a
glance, about as unimportant and obscure an atom as
the city hid in its vast ferment. She was blonde — tawny
hair, fair skin, blue eyes. Aside from this hardly
conclusive mark of identity there was nothing positive,
nothing definite, about her. She was neither tall nor
short, neither fat nor thin, neither grave nor gay. She
gave the impression of a young person of the feminine
gender — that, and nothing more. She was plainly
dressed, like thousands of other girls, in darkish blue
jacket and skirt and white shirt waist. Her boots and
gloves were neat, her hair simply and well arranged.
Perhaps in these respects — in neatness and taste — she
did excel the average, which is depressingly low. But
in a city where more or less strikingly pretty women,
bent upon being seen, are as plentiful as the blackberries
of Kentucky's July — in New York no one would
have given her a second look, this quiet young woman
screened in an atmosphere of self-effacement. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 409 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Price She Paid. | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HENRY GOWER was dead at sixty-one—the end of
a lifelong fraud which never had been suspected, and
never would be. With the world, with his acquaintances
and neighbors, with his wife and son and
daughter, he passed as a generous, warm-hearted,
good-natured man, ready at all times to do anything
to help anybody, incapable of envy or hatred or
meanness. In fact, not once in all his days had he ever
thought or done a single thing except for his own
comfort. Like all intensely selfish people who are wise,
he was cheerful and amiable, because that was the
way to be healthy and happy and to have those around
one agreeable and in the mood to do what one wished
them to do. He told people, not the truth, not the
unpleasant thing that might help them, but what they
wished to hear. His family lived in luxurious comfort
only because he himself was fond of luxurious comfort.
His wife and his daughter dressed fashionably and
went about and entertained in the fashionable,
expensive way only because that was the sort of life
that gratified his vanity. He lived to get what he
wanted; he got it every day and every hour of a life
into which no rain ever fell; he died, honored, respected,
beloved, and lamented. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 410 | Author: | Romeyn, Henry | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | 'Little Africa': The Last Slave Cargo Landed in the United States | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Among the passengers of the "Roger B. Taney," Captain Timothy Meaher, plying
between Mobile and Montgomery, Ala. in April, 1858, were a number of Northern
gentlemen returning to their homes after a winter spent in the South. The trip
occupied several days, and as might have been expected, the slavery question was
a fruitful theme of discussion. Captain Meaher, though born in Gardiner, Maine,
had removed, when a mere lad, to the Gulf States, and accumulated quite a
fortune for those days; a large portion of which was in "chattels" employed on
his half dozen steamboats, or on cotton plantations in the interior of the
state, and in lumbering among the pines and cypress lands near the coast. Of
course he was a defender of "the institution," and, in reply to the expressed
belief of one of his passengers that "with the supply by importation from Africa
cut off and any further spread in the Territories denied, the thing was doomed,"
he declared that, despite the stringent measures taken by most of the civilized
powers to crush out the over-sea traffic, it could be still carried on
successfully. In response to the disbelief expressed by his opponent, he offered
to wager any amount of money that he would "import a cargo in less than two
years, and no one be hanged for it." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 418 | Author: | Washington, Booker T. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Negro Self-Help | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | FROM time to time in the past a great deal of matter has been
furnished to the public, with the praiseworthy purpose of portraying
the individual struggles and sacrifices of colored youths to secure an
education. These efforts of struggling young men and women, with
no inspiration in family tradition and fortune, and with little or no
money with which to secure the knowledge they crave, is one of the
most encouraging as well as pathetic features I have come across in
my educational work during the past twenty years. As a hopeful
indication of race character, and I may safely so describe it, it must
be of peculiar interest to the average American interested in the
Negro people. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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