Category: Historical Novels

Tar and feathers

It is true there was a time when the word “stranger” or its equivalent in other languages than the English had the same meaning as enemy. Each savage tribe, the early ancestors of all civilized peoples, for want of knowledge and experience, considered all other tribes enemies,...

Chapters

1. Part 1

It is true there was a time when the word “stranger” or its equivalent in other languages than the English had the same meaning as enemy. Each savage tribe, the early ancestors...

2. Part 2

Robert was preparing to succeed his father in the control of the Hamilton interests gradually. But neither father nor son had any illusions about the inherent value or nobility...

3. Part 3

His chest was hurting him a little. He was growing weak. It was the first time he had sat up for more than half an hour. Meadows noticed him sink back in his chair, quickly summ...

4. Part 4

“No, I don’t mean it will actually disappear,” went on Hamilton, “but it will become something different. It will become--mulatto. If we allowed the negroes equality, we would b...

5. Part 5

How had this happened? He had simply meant to say good-bye to Dorothy--that is, to Meadows. He owed her much for her kindness in the hospital. That was all. And here he was hold...

6. Part 6

Hamilton’s eyes had become tired from peering into the west and from lack of sleep and he had fallen into a sort of doze. Battle scenes, pictures of Margaret, the hospital, trai...

7. Part 7

“She’s staying with a party of Red Cross nurses. Her parents met her in New York, but went back alone. Of course you’ll call on her. I know she’d be glad to see you.”

8. Part 8

“Just as two men. You mean just as two Dr. Levins. When two men get together they talk--well, where I come from, they’d probably talk about hunting, or the cotton crop, or baseb...

9. Part 9

“Oh, have I told you? We’ve got another captain in our set,” asked Margaret suddenly. “Who do you think? Howard Pinkney. He got his commission just about the time I got that awf...

10. Part 10

In Paris, in fact, he had witnessed an excess of liberality--in morals, in art, in literature, as well as in political philosophy. It had even made Hamilton uncomfortable. He fe...

11. Part 11

Her make-believe mood again. She was playing at being in love. She blew him a tantalizing kiss before the illusion had time to die, and disappeared into the house. Robert stood...

12. Part 12

Robert was conscious of her watching him as he hurried up the walk and into the doorway. He could see the patterns of the stone blocks and the lines made by the moss. The branch...

13. Part 13

“Now, I suppose this may interfere with your plans about getting married. You are still young. I was thirty myself when I married mother. The world is still before you. There’s...

14. Part 14

They were taking the cross-road and now the whole ragged, pathetic procession could be seen at the top of the crest, from the tall, broad-shouldered bucks guarding the mule cart...

15. Part 15

“D’you take me fer a fool, young feller? And what’s this other card there, some more anti-Catholic stuff, eh? What in the devil has this rigmarole got to do with the old Tribe o...

16. Part 16

McCall offered to share his room, but Robert had already reserved one at a hotel by wire. They reached the hotel by taxi, after a short ride between tall, soot-stained buildings...

17. Part 17

Because it was the thing he least wished to do, he decided to write Margaret first of all. His fountain pen was dry and the ink well in the combination table and desk held only...

18. Part 18

His voice fell and he leaned forward in his chair confidentially. “This is the thing that brought it home to me,” he continued. “You were basing an accusation against the Jews a...

19. Part 19

“By the way,”--the priest rose--“this discourse may strike you as rather dry. But national prohibition will not go into effect until January and I don’t suppose I should be offe...

20. Part 20

At the end of the meal, they returned to the living room, where Estelle, upon the insistence of her parents, played surprisingly well, some selections from _Rimsky-Korsakov_. Th...

21. Part 21

“Yeh, look at the nigger! Skunk! Skunk!” the shrill voice of an office boy, a pink-cheeked lad of perhaps thirteen, cried out, as he darted across the crowded street. A stone st...