The Story of an Untold Love

I have thought out what my course must be. If it is true, as indeed I know it to be, that Mr. Whitely has won you, Mr. Blodgett shall have the truth. I shall tell him that I wil...

_March 12._ Our talk at the Philomathean and Mr. Whitely’s tacit assumption of membership had their penalty for me,—a penalty which, to reverse the old adage, I first thought an...

“I presume for the same destination you are,” Mr. Whitely replied. “I am going up to see Miss Walton, and if Mrs. Blodgett cannot give me a night’s hospitality, I shall go to th...

My craving for knowledge, always strong, became inordinate, probably because the acquisition of it was made so fascinating that I learned without real exertion. I began to find...

Fortunately, unfavorable criticism, both in Europe and in America, was the exception, and not the rule; the book was generally praised, and sprang into an instant sale that enco...

_February 20, 1890._ There is not a moment of my life that you have shared with me which I cannot recall with a distinctness fairly sunlit. My joys and my sorrows, my triumphs a...

A cause of meeting more discordant to me was furnished by my employer. I wrote for him an editorial on the folk-leid basis of the Wagner trilogy, which I suppose he sent or read...

I heard footsteps, but was too incurious to turn and glance at the intruders. Nay, more, when that harsh, strident, American voice demanded, “There, isn’t that great?” I felt so...

“Ah, it is much more than that!” you exclaimed. “At a dinner in London, this autumn, I sat next the Earl—— next a member of the Indian Council, and he told me he considered it a...

“On the contrary,” answered my mother, speaking coolly and evenly, “I presume I have known Miss Walton longer and better than any one else in this room; and I remember when her...

You, who know Mrs. Blodgett so much better than I, can understand my bewilderment during the first day or two of my visit. Her husband had jokingly pictured me as of an Eastern...

Pride came to my rescue, and I passed silently into the hall. The servant opened the door, and I went out from my old home, never to enter it more. At the foot of the steps I tu...