Category: Adventure

Barbara's Heritage Young Americans Among the Old Italian Masters

"O Barbara! _do_ you think papa and mamma will let us go? _Can_ they afford it? Just to think of Italy, and sunshine, and olive trees, and cathedrals, and pictures! Oh, it makes me wild! Will you not ask them, dear Barbara? You are braver than I, and can talk better about it a...

Chapters

20. Chapter 20

_To come back from the sweet South, to the North Where I was born, bred, look to die; Come back to do my day's work in its day, Play out my play-- Amen, amen say I._

15. Chapter 15

It was, of course, somewhat difficult for Barbara to adjust herself to the new conditions. After the first, however, she said nothing to any one save Bettina about the money How...

16. Chapter 16

_O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away._

17. Chapter 17

"Feverish?" repeated Mrs. Douglas, with a startled look, as she hastily prepared to accompany Betty back to her room. In a few minutes she sought her brother, her face full of a...

18. Chapter 18

_From the land we went As to a floating city--steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream By many a pile in more than eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-k...

19. Chapter 19

Lucile Sherman, accompanied by her friends, had arrived in Venice, and though not at the same hotel, yet she spent all the time she could with Mrs. Douglas, and wished to join h...

14. Chapter 14

They first passed into the great Cathedral in order to give a look at that most beautiful of all Michael Angelo's sculptures--_Mary holding on her knees her dead Son_. Barbara a...

12. Chapter 12

Barbara and Bettina had not realized how near they were to Assisi until talk of driving thither began. In their study of art St. Francis had figured quite largely, because the s...

9. Chapter 9

"You pay quite a compliment to the old painter's power of representing men and women," said Mr. Sumner, "for these evidently captivated you. I wish I could have overheard you ta...

5. Chapter 5

It was a charming morning in early November when Mr. Sumner and his little company of students of Florentine art gathered before the broad steps which lead up to the entrance of...

11. Chapter 11

_Fair Italy! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all art yields, and nature can decree: Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy was...

1. Chapter 1

"O Barbara! _do_ you think papa and mamma will let us go? _Can_ they afford it? Just to think of Italy, and sunshine, and olive trees, and cathedrals, and pictures! Oh, it makes...

4. Chapter 4

_The first sound in the song of love Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play...

2. Chapter 2

_Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the northwest died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay: Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay:...

7. Chapter 7

Many days of great distress followed. Everything else was forgotten in the tense waiting. There were moments of half consciousness when Malcom's only words were "All right, moth...

13. Chapter 13

_From court to the cottage, In bower and in hall, From the king unto the beggar, Love conquers all. Though ne'er so stout and lordly, Strive or do what you may, Yet be you ne'er...

8. Chapter 8

_When the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something. God stoops o'er his head, Satan looks up beneath his feet--both tug-- He's left, himself, i' the middle: the soul...

3. Chapter 3

One afternoon, about two weeks later, Barbara and Bettina were sitting in their pleasant room in Florence. The wide-open windows looked out upon the slopes of that lovely hill o...

6. Chapter 6

_In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained; Knowest thou when Fate Thy measure takes? Or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy. Do this deed...

10. Chapter 10

_We are in God's hand. How strange now looks the life He makes us lead: So free we seem, so fettered fast we are! I feel He laid the fetter: let it lie!_