| | 2 | Author: | Michelson, Miriam | Add | | | Title: | In The Bishop's Carriage.  | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted. Tom,
like the darling he is — (Yes, you are, old fellow,
you're as precious to me as — as you are to the police —
if they could only get their hands on you) —
well, Tom drew off the crowd, having passed the
old gentleman's watch to me, and I made for the
women's rooms. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 8 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Add | | | Title: | Little Wolf | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | HE would never be a strong waschuscha (a brave); when he was born he was no
bigger than a baby coyote, littered in a terrible winter after a summer of famine.
That was what the braves said as they sat in a circle about the fires; and often one
would catch him, spanning his little brown legs with a contemptuous forefinger
and thumb, while the others found much loud mirth in ridiculing this bronze mite
who could never be a brave. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 11 | Author: | Neihardt, John G. | Add | | | Title: | When the Snows Drift | | | | Published: | 1996 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ALL through the "month of the bellowing of the bulls" the war with the
Sioux had raged; all through the dry hot "month of the sunflowers" the
sound of the hurrying battle had swept the broad brown plains like the
angry voice of a prairie fire, when the Southwest booms. But now the
fight was ended: the beaten Sioux had carried their wrath and defeat with
them into the North; and the Pawnees, allies of the Omahas, had taken
their way into the South, to build their village in the wooded bottoms of
the broad and shallow stream. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 16 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Add | | | 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 |
| 17 | Author: | Oskison, John M. | Add | | | 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 |
| 18 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | 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 |
| 19 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | 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 |
| 20 | Author: | Phillips, David Graham, 1867-1911 | Add | | | 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 |
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