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The 6 stories in this collection add a new dimension to the fictional portrayal of New England life. The author's apparently simple, declarative prose moves the reader convincingly into a world where ghosts dwell and evil is real. These stories contain buried comments on the life of women at the turn of the century. By the author of Pembroke.

Excerpt from The Portion of LaborON the west side of Ellen's father's house was a file of Norway spruce - trees, standing with a sharp pointing of dark boughs towards the north, which gave them an air of expectancy of progress.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-...

Excerpt from Jerome a Poor Man: A NovelJerome opened his eyes with a start, and stared at the little quaint figure standing before him. Lucina wore a short blue woollen gown below it her starched white pantalets hung to the tops of her morocco shoes. She wore also a white tier, and over that a little coat, and over that a little green cashmere shawl sprinkled with palm leaves, which her mother had crossed over her bosom and tied at her back fo...

Excerpt from The Heart's Highway: A Romance of Virginia in the Seventeenth CenturyI rode a pace behind Mary Cavendish, and never glanced her way, not needing to do so in order to see her, for I seemed to see her with a superior sort of vision compounded partly of memory and partly of imagination. Of the lat ter I had, not to boast, though it may perchance be naught to boast of, being simply a kind of higher folly, a somewhat large allowance fr...

Excerpt from The JamesonsNobody had dreamed that there was to be a break at last in our long-established custom, and nobody dreamed that the break was to be made in such a quarter. One of the most well-to-do, if not the most well-to-do, of us all, took the first boarders ever taken in Linnville. When Amelia Powers heard of it she said, Them that has, gits.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic bo...

Excerpt from Young Lucretia: And Other StoriesWho's that little gal goin' by 2 said old Mrs. Emmons.That - why, that's young Lucretia, mother, replied her daughter Ann, peering out of the window over her mother's shoulder. There was a fringe of ¿owering geraniums in the window, the two women had to stretch their heads over them.Poor little soul! Old Mrs. Emmons remarked further. I pity that child.I don't see much to pity her for, Ann re turned...

Excerpt from Doc GordonIT was very early in the morning, it was scarcely dawn, when the young man started upon a walk of twenty-five miles to reach Al ton, where he was to be assistant to the one physician in the place, Doctor Thomas Gor don, or as he was familiarly called, Doc. Gordon. The young man's name was James Elliot. He had just graduated, and this was to be his first experience in the practice of his profession of medicine. He was in ...

Excerpt from Madelon: A NovelEverything was very still. The new-fallen snow seemed to muf¿e silence itself, and do away with that wide susceptibility to sound which affects one as forcibly as the crashing of cannon.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art tech...

Excerpt from Comfort Pease and Her Gold RingOne of the first things which Comfort remembered being told was that she had been named for her Aunt Comfort, who had given her a gold ring and a gold dollar for her name. Comfort could not understand Why. It always seemed to her that her aunt, and not she, had given the name, and that she should have given the ring and the dollar, but that was what her mother had told her. Your Aunt Comfort gave you...

I said that I did not know Mrs. Liscom was going to take boarders, I was very much surprised. "I suppose she thought she would earn some money and have some extra things, " said Mrs. Jones. "It must have been that, " said Mrs. Ketchum, panting -- she was almost out of breath -- "for, of course, the Liscoms don't need the money." I laughed and said I thought not. I felt a little pride about it, because Mrs. Liscom was a second cousin of my husb...

Never mind, ladies, " said Arthur Carroll. "There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad. I remember neither names nor faces. If I should meet you on the street, and should fail to recognize you on that account, I trust that you will pardon me. And --" said Captain Carroll, "on that account, I will not say anything about your call to the ladies of my family, I should be sure to get it all wrong. We...

Lottie opened the door, and a masculine voice was heard. Mrs. Slade had a storm-porch, so no one could look directly into the hall. "Is Mrs. Slade at home?" inquired the voice distinctly. The ladies looked at one another, and Miss Bessy Dicky's reading was unheard. They all knew who spoke. Lottie appeared with a crimson face, bearing a little ostentatious silver plate with a card. Mrs. Slade adjusted her lorgnette, looked at the card, and appe...

Then came the sun, upheaving above the horizon like a ship of glory, and all the whiteness burned, and glowed, and radiated jewel-lights. James looked about with the delight of a discoverer. It might have been his first morning. He begun to meet men going to their work, swinging tin dinner-pails. Even these humble pails became glorified, they gave back the sunlight like burnished silver. He smelled the odors of breakfast upon the men's clothes...

Maria's mother was originally from New England, and her conscience was abnormally active. Her father was of New Jersey, and his conscience, while no one would venture to say that it was defective, did not in the least interfere with his enjoyment of life. "Oh, well, Abby, " her father would reply, easily, when her mother expressed her distress that she was unable to work as she had done, "we shall manage somehow. Don't worry, Abby." Worry in a...

Mrs. Solomon Black had revealed the state of affairs, that morning. "You may as well know, " said she. "There ain't a cent to pay you, and I said when you came that if we couldn't pay for gospel privileges we should all take to our closets and pray like Sam Hill, and no charge, but they wouldn't listen to me, though I spoke right out in conference meeting and it's seldom a woman does that, you know. Folks in this place have been hanging onto t...

Mrs. Solomon Black had revealed the state of affairs, that morning. "You may as well know, " said she. "There ain't a cent to pay you, and I said when you came that if we couldn't pay for gospel privileges we should all take to our closets and pray like Sam Hill, and no charge, but they wouldn't listen to me, though I spoke right out in conference meeting and it's seldom a woman does that, you know. Folks in this place have been hanging onto t...

Lottie opened the door, and a masculine voice was heard. Mrs. Slade had a storm-porch, so no one could look directly into the hall. "Is Mrs. Slade at home?" inquired the voice distinctly. The ladies looked at one another, and Miss Bessy Dicky's reading was unheard. They all knew who spoke. Lottie appeared with a crimson face, bearing a little ostentatious silver plate with a card. Mrs. Slade adjusted her lorgnette, looked at the card, and appe...

Maria's mother was originally from New England, and her conscience was abnormally active. Her father was of New Jersey, and his conscience, while no one would venture to say that it was defective, did not in the least interfere with his enjoyment of life. "Oh, well, Abby, " her father would reply, easily, when her mother expressed her distress that she was unable to work as she had done, "we shall manage somehow. Don't worry, Abby." Worry in a...

Never mind, ladies, " said Arthur Carroll. "There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad. I remember neither names nor faces. If I should meet you on the street, and should fail to recognize you on that account, I trust that you will pardon me. And --" said Captain Carroll, "on that account, I will not say anything about your call to the ladies of my family, I should be sure to get it all wrong. We...

Then came the sun, upheaving above the horizon like a ship of glory, and all the whiteness burned, and glowed, and radiated jewel-lights. James looked about with the delight of a discoverer. It might have been his first morning. He begun to meet men going to their work, swinging tin dinner-pails. Even these humble pails became glorified, they gave back the sunlight like burnished silver. He smelled the odors of breakfast upon the men's clothes...