| | 123 | 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 |
| 124 | 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 |
| 125 | Author: | Page, Thomas Nelson | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Marse Chan; A Tale of Old Virginia | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ONE afternoon, in the autumn of 1872, I was riding leisurely down the sandy road that
winds along the top of the water-shed between two of the smaller rivers of eastern
Virginia. The road I was travelling, following "the ridge" for miles, had just struck
me as most significant of the character of the race whose only avenue of
communication with the outside world it had formerly been. Their once splendid
mansions, now fast falling to decay, appeared to view from time to time, set back far
from the road, in proud seclusion, among groves of oak and hickory, now scarlet and
gold with the early frost. Distance was nothing to this people; time was of no
consequence to them. They desired but a level path in life, and that they had, though
the way was longer, and the outer world strode by them as they dreamed. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 129 | 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 |
| 130 | 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 |
| 131 | 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 |
| 139 | Author: | Prime, William C. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Tent Life in the Holy Land | | | | Published: | 1997 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | To see the sun go down beyond the Sepulchre and rise over the mountain of the Ascension, to
bare my forehead to the cold dews of Gethsemane, and lave my dim eyes in the
waters of Siloam, to sleep in the company of the infinite host above the oaks of
Mamre, and to lie in the starlight of Bethlehem and catch, however faintly, some
notes of the voices of the angels, to wash off the dust of life in the Jordan,
to cool my hot lips at the well of Samaria, to hear the murmur of Gennesareth,
giving me blessed sleep — was not all this worth dreaming of
— worth living for — was it not worth dying for? | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 140 | Author: | Pyle, Howard | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates : fiction, fact & fancy concerning the
buccaneers & marooners of the Spanish Main | | | | Published: | 1999 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | JUST above the northwestern shore of the old island of Hispaniola—the Santo Domingo
of our day—and separated from it only by a narrow channel of some five or six miles
in width, lies a queer little hunch of an island, known, because of a distant resemblance to
that animal, as the Tortuga de Mar, or sea turtle. It is not more than twenty miles in length
by perhaps seven or eight in breadth; it is only a little spot of land, and as you look at it
upon the map a pin's head would almost cover it; yet from that spot, as from a center of
inflammation, a burning fire of human wickedness and ruthlessness and lust overran the world,
and spread terror and death throughout the Spanish
West Indies, from St. Augustine to the island of Trinidad, and from Panama to the coasts of
Peru. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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