Holly: The Romance of a Southern Girl

Holly’s eighteenth birthday was but a fortnight distant when the quiet stream of her life, which since her father’s death six years before had flowed placidly, with but few even...

“I thank you, madam. To resume, about four years ago Judge Linderman became bankrupt through speculation in cotton. That, I believe, you already knew. What you did not know was...

The blur of sunlight proved to be a break in the path where a driveway angled across it, curving on toward the house and backward toward the road where, as Winthrop later discov...

But he didn’t object to them, for he found himself very hungry; spread with the white, crumbly unsalted butter which the repast provided he found them extremely satisfactory. Th...

Aunt India didn’t believe in bringing flowers into the house. “If the Lord had intended us to have them on the tables and mantels,” she said, “He’d have put them there. But He d...

Winthrop good-naturedly acquiesced and preceded the Major down the stairs. During the next hour-and-a-half Winthrop was impressively introduced to and warmly welcomed by some tw...

Winthrop thought that he could like Julian Wayne if that youth would let him. But it was evident from the moment of their first meeting that Julian wasn’t going to allow anythin...

“Don’t you-all worry so much,” responded the Major. “Miss Edith isn’t saying anything, is she? She knows it’s dark and no one’s going to see her face when she gets home. I don’t...

January was a fortnight old and Winter held sway. The banana-trees drooped blackened and shrivelled, the rose-beds were littered with crumpled leaves, and morning after morning...

So his thoughts ran that Saturday afternoon, as he walked slowly out from town along the shaded road. As he came within sight of Waynewood a horse and rider turned in at the gat...

“Yes, sir, and you know it. Anyone but a Northerner would have more feeling than to force himself on the hospitality of two unfortunate ladies as you have done, Mr. Winthrop.”