Azalea at Sunset Gap

“Oh, I’m tired, but school teachers have a perfect right to be tired. Six weeks of teaching children who haven’t been in the habit of learning _is_ rather an order, now, isn’t i...

The little silvery shower which had helped to make Sunday charming, sent along a number of less agreeable members of its family the following day. Azalea and Carin opened their...

Three girls, Azalea McBirney, Annie Laurie Pace and Carin Carson rode slowly along the red clay road that led no-where-in-particular. In fact, these friends were bound for No-Wh...

Azalea never forgot how quietly and sweetly that night came down. The mountain, so old—older than the peaks of the Rockies or the Sierras—lay beneath the stars with an air of pl...

The night was as bland as it was dark. Neither stars nor moon lighted the way of the travelers, but Miles McEvoy’s horses had no need of these celestial bodies to help them keep...

The schoolhouse was ready. The books and tablets, pencils and stereopticon pictures ordered by Mr. Carson, all had come. The little house of the schoolteachers was ready, too. A...

“There ain’t many men as inquisitive as I be,” remarked Haystack Thompson as he sat at Aunt Zillah’s supper table that evening. “’Tain’t the kind of inquisitiveness that takes m...

Well, but it was a snug little cabin! The mist-wraiths might drift by the window, might even pause to thrust their spectral faces against the pane, but it mattered nothing to th...

“I’d give anything if we had a good doctor at hand,” she said to the girls. “Rest is a fine thing, of course, but it isn’t always enough. Keefe seems badly in need of stimulatio...

Meantime, Mr. Rowantree (who loved teaching) was having his experiences. He had been in the habit of instructing his own children, who, from early infancy had been taught to lis...

Breaking up a home is not an easy matter, even when the home has little in it; nor is it a happy thing—no, not even when the home has been a sad one. Moreover, it cannot be done...

Three weeks later there was a notable gathering at the railroad station at Lee. The Carsons were there, the Paces, the McBirneys, including Jim, in a new straw hat, Dick Heller,...

“My father,” said Mrs. Rowantree with her delicate Irish accent, “was a gentleman—a scholar and a gentleman.” She paused a moment in that little dramatic way of hers and then we...

The third Sunday of their sojourn on the mountain, they accepted an invitation to Rowantree Hall. Keefe O’Connor had been the messenger, bringing the invitation by word of mouth...

“Don’t be so frightened,” she said. “He’s overstrained his heart, no doubt. Find a match. Light the lamps. Carin, help me lift him—well, drag him then. We’ll get him to the loun...