Hempfield: A Novel

It is only with difficulty thus far in my narrative that I have kept Norton Carr out of it. When you come to know him you will understand why. He is inseparably bound up with ev...

Since we had come to know the _Star_, Sunday afternoons were important occasions for Harriet and me. Nort was the first to visit us--soon after he came to Hempfield--but the old...

It was really a moment of vast potentialities when Nort turned _down_ the street toward the town instead of _up_ toward the railroad station and the open road. For down the stre...

When I was younger than I am now--not so very long ago, either!--I thought I should like to make over some of my neighbours. I thought I could improve on the processes of the Cr...

Here is a curious and interesting thing often to be noted by any man who looks around him, that we human creatures are all made up into uneven and restless bundles--family bundl...

Though I live to be a hundred and fifty years old, which heaven forbid, I shall never forget the events which followed upon the historic publication of the Poems of Hempfield. I...

toward a Gothic-lettered "Finis." Only I have never once come across any Hempfield story that can be said to have reached a final page. Every Hempfield story I know has been lik...

I find myself loitering unaccountably over every memory of those days in the office of the _Star_. Not a week passed that I did not make two or three or more trips from my farm...

Fergus MacGregor was approaching the supreme moment of his life. As I have said before, it was a long time before I began to understand that roseate Scotchman. His husk was so t...

It is one of the provoking, but interesting, things about life that it will never stop a moment for admiration. No sooner do you pause to enjoy it, or philosophize over it, or p...

I think of no act in all the drama of the _Star_ of Hempfield with greater affection, return in memory to none with deeper pleasure, than that which now opened upon the narrow s...

Anthy was always late in reaching the office, if she came at all, on Monday mornings. It was one of the days when old Mrs. Parker came to help her, and it was necessary that the...

I love Norton Carr very much, as he well knows, but if I am to tell a truthful story I may as well admit, first as last, that Nort was never quite sure how it was that he got of...

It is one of the strange things in our lives--interesting, too--what tricks our early memories play us. What castles in fairyland they build for us, what never-never ships they...

Reaching this point in my narrative I lean back in my chair--the coals are dying down in the fireplace, Harriet long ago went to bed, and the house is silent with a silence that...

It was gray dawn, with a reddening sky in the east, when Nort walked up the town road. The fire within him had somewhat died down, and he began to feel tired and, yes, hungry. A...

I had thought the life in the office of the _Star_ exciting enough before the explosion which resulted in the discharge of Norton Carr, as indeed it was, but it was really not t...

I recall now vividly the growing excitement of those winter days, the interest we all had. Each day brought something new, some surprised comment in a "contemporary," some quota...

Nothing, finally, continues long in this world. At moments of high happiness and grand endeavour we are tempted to think that the world is solid happiness all the way through. B...

Nevertheless, the flying-machine episode played its part in the history of the _Star_. Facts are like that. We refuse quite disdainfully to recognize them, even crying "Fudge!"...

It was a great winter we had in the office of the _Star_. It was in those months that we really made the _Star_. It was curious, indeed, once we began to be knitted together in...

If it had not been for a surprising and amusing event which somewhat relieved the depression in the office of the _Star_ of Hempfield, the following weeks would certainly have b...

As we look backward, those times in our lives which glow brightest, seem most worth while, are by no means those in which we have been happiest or most successful, but rather th...

I can imagine just how Nort looked, sitting in the bare room of the Bedlow Hotel of Hewlett, biting the end of his pen and struggling furiously with his letter to Anthy. In one...

It was on this night, after the last copy of the edition had been disposed of, that Nort walked home for the first time with Anthy. He carried it off perfectly. When she was rea...

I scarcely know how he managed it--how does youth manage such things--but almost before I knew what was going on, and while the Captain and I were still in the tail-end of a dis...

Ed Smith and Nort must have tried Anthy terribly in these days, Nort probably far more than Ed, because he was a more complicated human being, less broken to any sort of harness...

For years my sister Harriet and I confined our relationships with the neighbouring town of Hempfield to the Biblical "yea, yea" and "nay, nay," not knowing how much we missed, a...