Category: Novels

Amazing Grace, Who Proves That Virtue Has Its Silver Lining

Certainly my Dresden-china mother up to the time of my birth had been forced to take this bitter medicine in every form, yet she had never been known to profit by it. She would not, it is true, fly in the very face of Providence, but she _would_ nag at its coat tails.

Chapters

15. CHAPTER XV

Personally, I am of such an impatient disposition that I can't bear to read a chapter in a book which begins: "Meanwhile----" Life is too short for meanwhiles! But, since the Ol...

16. CHAPTER XVI

What can't be appreciated can always be ridiculed--whether it's Old Masters, new waltzes, or a wife's Easter bonnet--and this is the reason we have always had such reams of jour...

1. CHAPTER I

Certainly my Dresden-china mother up to the time of my birth had been forced to take this bitter medicine in every form, yet she had never been known to profit by it. She would...

4. CHAPTER IV

That night I went to my bedroom and pulled open the top of an old-fashioned desk standing in the corner. Except for this desk there was not another unnecessary piece of furnitur...

12. CHAPTER XII

He turned then and looked at me squarely. It was very seldom that he did such a thing, and as some time had elapsed since his last look he was likely able to detect a subtle cha...

3. CHAPTER III

When I reached home late that afternoon I was in that state of spring-time restlessness which clamors for immediate activity--when the home-keeping instinct tries to make you be...

13. CHAPTER XIII

The barest thought of the pain I was going to inflict upon Guilford Blake when I broke my lifelong engagement to him had been sending shivers up and down my backbone ever since...

11. CHAPTER XI

Have you ever thought that the reason we can so fully sympathize with certain great people of history, and not with others, is because we are occasionally granted a glimpse of t...

6. CHAPTER VI

I had scarcely crossed the lawn of Seven Oaks and found for myself a modest place beside the speaker's stand--which was garlanded with as many different kinds of flags as there...

17. CHAPTER XVII

"This quietude--this sense of all rightness--makes you feel that nothing really matters, doesn't it?" I asked, looking around with a sort of awed delight as we paused to read on...

5. CHAPTER V

My first waking thought the next morning had nothing on earth to do with the dilemma of the day before. I stretched my arms lazily, then a little shrinkingly, as I remembered wh...

9. CHAPTER IX

The only difference between the houses in West Clydemont Place and museums was that there was no admission fee at the front door. Otherwise they were identical, for the "auld la...

14. CHAPTER XIV

Before morning words began coming to her--gradually. First she moaned, then muttered, then raged. The chill disappeared and fever came on. By daybreak, however, they had both be...

2. CHAPTER II

I was passing the society editor in her den a moment later, and she called out a cheery greeting, although she didn't look up from her task. She was polishing her finger-nails a...

7. CHAPTER VII

"And are you going to write up the whole thing?" he inquired, during a little commotion caused by one of the large flags slipping from its stand and threatening to obscure the s...

8. CHAPTER VIII

The chauffeur touched something and the big creature began a softened, throbbing breathing. Isn't it strange how we can not help regarding automobiles as _creatures_? Sometimes...

10. CHAPTER X

"If I may inquire, what do you know about this place--this Colmere Abbey?" he finally asked. "I mean, do you know anything of it in this century--whether it's still standing or...