| | 241 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | 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 |
| 244 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | The Reporter Who Made Himself King | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The Old Time Journalist will tell you that the best reporter is the
one who works his way up. He holds that the only way to start is as a
printer's devil or as an office boy, to learn in time to set type, to
graduate from a compositor into a stenographer, and as a stenographer
take down speeches at public meetings, and so finally grow into a real
reporter, with a fire badge on your left suspender, and a speaking
acquaintance with all the greatest men in the city, not even excepting
Police Captains. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 245 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | The Scarlet Car | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to
the Harvard and Yale game in Winthrop's car. It was perfectly
well understood. Even Peabody, who pictured himself and Miss
Forbes in the back of the car, with her brother and Winthrop in
front, condescended to approve. It was necessary to invite
Peabody because it was his great good fortune to be engaged to
Miss Forbes. Her brother Sam had been invited, not only because
he could act as chaperon for his sister, but because since they
were at St. Paul's,
Winthrop and he, either as participants or spectators, had never
missed going together to the Yale-Harvard game. And Beatrice
Forbes herself had been invited because she was herself. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 246 | Author: | Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916. | Add | | | Title: | Soldiers of Fortune | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | “IT is so good of you to come early,” said Mrs.
Porter, as Alice Langham entered the drawing-room. “I want
to ask a favor of you. I'm sure you won't mind. I would ask one
of the débutantes, except that they're always so cross
if one puts them next to men they don't know and who can't help
them, and so I thought I'd just ask you, you're so good-natured.
You don't mind, do you?” | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 247 | Author: | Davis, Rebecca Harding, 1831-1910 | Add | | | Title: | One Week an Editor | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | TO preach a sermon or edit a newspaper were the two things in life
which I always felt I could do with credit to myself and benefit to
the world, if I only had the chance. As a lawyer I knew I had not
been a success; as a member of society I weighed little weight; as
librarian for the Antiquarian Society I was but a drudge, earning
bread and meat; my one chance, I was assured, lay in the pulpit or
editor's desk. The chance was slow in coming. Clergymen in even
the broadest of churches are not apt to open their pulpits to lay
old bachelors. Years ago I lobbied in one newspaper office and
another through New York to get a footing as manager, city or
financial editor, or even reporter; my friends pushed me as a young
man of "fine literary tastes," but all to no purpose. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 254 | Author: | Der Ling, Princess | Add | | | Title: | Two Years in the Forbidden City | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | MY father and mother, Lord and Lady Yü
Keng, and family, together with our suite consisting
of the First Secretary, Second Secretary,
Naval and Military Attachés, Chancellors, their
families, servants, etc., — altogether fifty-five
people, — arrived in Shanghai on January 2, 1903, on
the S.S. "Annam'' from Paris, where for four
years my father had been Chinese Minister.
Our arrival was anything but pleasant, as the
rain came down in torrents, and we had the
greatest difficulty getting our numerous retinue
landed and safely housed, not to mention the
tons of baggage that had to be looked after.
We had found from previous experience that
none of our Legation people or servants could
be depended upon to do anything when travelling,
in consequence of which the entire charge
devolved upon my mother, who was without
doubt the genius of the party in arranging
matters and straightening out difficulties. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 256 | Author: | Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 | Add | | | Title: | American Notes | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I SHALL never forget the one-fourth serious and three-fourths
comical astonishment with which, on the morning of the
third of January, eighteen-hundred-and-forty-two, I opened
the door of, and put my head into, a "state-room" on board the
Britannia steam-packet, twelve hundred tons burden per register,
bound for Halifax and Boston, and carrying her Majesty's mails. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 258 | Author: | Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 | Add | | | Title: | Battle of Life | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England,
it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought
upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green. Many a
wild flower formed by the Almighty Hand to be a perfumed goblet for
the dew, felt its enamelled cup filled high with blood that day,
and shrinking dropped. Many an insect deriving its delicate colour
from harmless leaves and herbs, was stained anew that day by dying
men, and marked its frightened way with an unnatural track. The
painted butterfly took blood into the air upon the edges of its
wings. The stream ran red. The trodden ground became a quagmire,
whence, from sullen pools collected in the prints of human feet and
horses' hoofs, the one prevailing hue still lowered and glimmered
at the sun. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 259 | Author: | Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 | Add | | | Title: | A child`s history of England / by Charles Dickens ; with illustrations by Marcus Stone. | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | IF you look at a Map of the World, you will see, in the left-hand
upper corner of the Eastern Hemisphere, two Islands lying in the
sea. They are England and Scotland, and Ireland. England and
Scotland form the greater part of these Islands. Ireland is the
next in size. The little neighbouring islands, which are so small
upon the Map as to be mere dots, are chiefly little bits of
Scotland,—broken off, I dare say, in the course of a great length
of time, by the power of the restless water. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 260 | Author: | Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 | Add | | | Title: | The Cricket on the Hearth | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | The kettle began it! Don't tell me what Mrs.
Peerybingle said. I know better. Mrs. Peerybingle may leave it on record to the end of time
that she couldn't say which of them began it; but,
I say the kettle did. I ought to know, I hope! The
kettle began it, full five minutes by the little waxy-faced Dutch clock
in the corner, before the Cricket uttered a chirp. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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