| | 186 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Only a Child.  | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | "The Press of May 27 publishes an account of
the suicide in the House of Refuge at Philadelphia
of a boy who was only twelve years old. He was
locked up in solitary confinement. They found him
hanging by the neck dead and cold. Tired of wait-ing for the release that never came, he had at last
escaped—from that House of Refuge!"—THE
WORLD. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 187 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Pelican | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SHE was very pretty when I first knew her, with the sweet straight
nose and short upper lip of the cameo-brooch divinity, humanized by
a dimple that flowered in her cheek whenever anything was said
which possessed the outward attributes of humor without its
intrinsic quality. For the dear lady was providentially deficient
in humor: the least hint of the real thing clouded her lovely eye
like the hovering shadow of an algebraic problem. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 196 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Touchstone | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | PROFESSOR JOSLIN, who, as our readers are doubtless aware, is
engaged in writing the life of Mrs. Aubyn, asks us to state that
he
will be greatly indebted to any of the famous novelist's friends
who will furnish him with information concerning the period
previous to her coming to England. Mrs. Aubyn had so few
intimate
friends, and consequently so few regular correspondents, that
letters will be of special value. Professor Joslin's address is 10
Augusta Gardens, Kensington, and he begs us to say that he will
promptly return any documents entrusted to him." | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 197 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | The Verdict | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I HAD always thought Jack Gisburn rather a cheap genius—though a
good fellow enough—so it was no great surprise to me to hear that,
in the height of his glory, he had dropped his painting, married a
rich widow, and established himself in a villa on the Riviera.
(Though I rather thought it would have been Rome or Florence.) | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 199 | Author: | Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937 | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Mrs. Manstey's View. | | | | Published: | 1995 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE view from Mrs. Manstey's window was not a striking one, but to
her at least it was full of interest and beauty. Mrs. Manstey
occupied the back room on the third floor of a New York boarding-house, in a street where the ash-barrels lingered late on the
sidewalk and the gaps in the pavement would have staggered a
Quintus Curtius. She was the widow of a clerk in a large wholesale
house, and his death had left her alone, for her only daughter had
married in California, and could not afford the long journey to New
York to see her mother. Mrs. Manstey, perhaps, might have joined
her daughter in the West, but they had now been so many years apart
that they had ceased to feel any need of each other's society, and
their intercourse had long been limited to the exchange of a few
perfunctory letters, written with indifference by the daughter, and
with difficulty by Mrs. Manstey, whose right hand was growing stiff
with gout. Even had she felt a stronger desire for her daughter's
companionship, Mrs. Manstey's increasing infirmity, which caused
her to dread the three flights of stairs between her room and the
street, would have given her pause on the eve of undertaking so
long a journey; and without perhaps, formulating these reasons she
had long since accepted as a matter of course her solitary life in
New York. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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