The second day of the New Year came on Saturday. The holiday atmosphere had thus been extended over the week-end. The Christmas wreaths still hung in the windows, and there had been an added day of feasting. Holidays always brought people from town who ate with sharp appetites.
The second day of the New Year came on Saturday. The holiday atmosphere had thus been extended over the week-end. The Christmas wreaths still hung in ...
From the moment that Jimmie Harding came into the office, he created an atmosphere. We were a tired lot. Most of us had been in the government service for years, and had been ground fine in the mills of departmental monotony. But Jimmie was young, and he wore his youth like a gay cockade. He flaunted it in our faces, and because we were so tired of our dull and desiccated selves, we borrowed of him, remorselessly, color and brightness until, gradually, in the light of his reflected glory, we seemed a little younger, a little less tired, a little less petrified.
From the moment that Jimmie Harding came into the office, he created an atmosphere. We were a tired lot. Most of us had been in the government service...
-May I come up?- As the girl bent over the railing, the glow of the lantern made of her hair a shining halo. -Oh, - she cried, radiantly, -I'm so glad you've come. I-I was afraid--- The thunder rolled, the waves pounded on the rocks, and the darkness grew more dense, but now the girl did not heed, for what mattered a mere storm, when, ascending the stairs, was one who knew fear neither of life nor of death, nor of the things which come after death? When at last her visitor emerged from the gloom, he showed himself beyond youthful years, with hair slightly touched with gray, not tall, but of a...
-May I come up?- As the girl bent over the railing, the glow of the lantern made of her hair a shining halo. -Oh, - she cried, radiantly, -I'm so glad...
There was a plum-tree in the orchard, all snow and ebony against a sky of sapphire. Becky Sharp, perched among the fragrant blossoms, crooned soft nothings to herself. Under the tree little Anne lay at full length on the tender green sod and dreamed
There was a plum-tree in the orchard, all snow and ebony against a sky of sapphire. Becky Sharp, perched among the fragrant blossoms, crooned soft not...
About the Author- Irene Temple Bailey (ca. 1885 - July 6, 1953) was an American novelist and short story writer.Beginning around 1902, Temple Bailey was contributing stories to national magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post, Cavalier Magazine, Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, McClure's, Woman's Home Companion, Good Housekeeping, McCall's and others.-Wikipedia
About the Author- Irene Temple Bailey (ca. 1885 - July 6, 1953) was an American novelist and short story writer.Beginning around 1902, Temple Bailey w...
About the Author- Irene Temple Bailey (ca. 1885 - July 6, 1953) was an American novelist and short story writer.Beginning around 1902, Temple Bailey was contributing stories to national magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post, Cavalier Magazine, Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, McClure's, Woman's Home Companion, Good Housekeeping, McCall's and others.-Wikipedia
About the Author- Irene Temple Bailey (ca. 1885 - July 6, 1953) was an American novelist and short story writer.Beginning around 1902, Temple Bailey w...
