Category: Novels

The Untempered Wind

It was early spring, the maples were but budding, the birds newly come and restless, the sky more gray than blue, and the air still sharp with a tang of frost. Jamestown's streets, however, looked both bright and busy.

Chapters

14. CHAPTER XIV.

It was late autumn. The grapes were all out, although their aroma still filled the air, for stray bunches, super-ripened by the frost, hung visible now upon the leafless stems w...

5. CHAPTER V.

"Oh, the waiting in the watches of the night! In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright; The awful hush that holds us shut away from all delight; The ever-weary m...

11. CHAPTER XI.

"All things rejoiced beneath the sun--the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds, The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the la...

15. CHAPTER XV.

Winter lay white over the land--a bitter winter. The road, beaten to a glassy whiteness, glistened between unbroken plains of dull, lustreless white, for the fences were hidden...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

Next day, early in the afternoon, Mrs. Deans put away her sewing, and, donning a black bonnet and a large broche shawl folded corner-wise, betook herself out of the house. She w...

16. CHAPTER XVI.

"Piteous my rhyme is What while I muse of love and pain, Of love misspent, of love in vain, Of love that is not loved again; And is this all, then? As long as time is, Love love...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

Church was in. That meant that all the respected and self-respecting people of Jamestown had come forth, morally and physically clothed in their best, and bestowed themselves as...

12. CHAPTER XII.

"But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it, Nor numbed sense to steal it, Was never said in rhyme."

17. CHAPTER XVII.

QUEEN ELEANOR--"...Some Flowers, they say, if one pluck deep enough. Bleed as you gather." BOUCHARD--"That means love, I think. You gather it, and there's the blood at root."

20. CHAPTER XX.

"When some beloved voice, that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new-...

21. CHAPTER XXI.

"We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which seek for quiet, and quiet can never find. Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life-- A moan, a sob, a sigh, a storm, a strife."

23. CHAPTER XXIII.

"Come--pain ye shall have and be blind to the ending! Come--fear ye shall have 'mid the sky's overcasting! Come--change ye shall have, for far are ye wending! Come--no crown ye...

18. CHAPTER XVIII.

"Yea, then were all things laid within the scale-- Pleasure and lust, love and desire of fame, Kindness, and hope, and folly, all the tale Told in a moment--as across him came T...

10. CHAPTER X.

"Desolation is a delicate thing. It walks not on the earth, it floats not on the air, But treads with killing footsteps, and fans with silent wing, The tender hopes which in the...

22. CHAPTER XXII.

Mr. Fletcher arrived in Jamestown in due time and was met at the station by Mrs. Deans. Hardly had they started upon their drive to Mrs. Deans' before Mr. Fletcher inquired abou...

4. CHAPTER IV.

Mrs. Deans was one of the chosen few who recognize their own infallibility, and accept as a sacred trust the knowledge that they are indispensable. To be a god, Mrs. Deans only...

7. CHAPTER VII.

"The silent workings of the dawns" were past, and the whole sky pearled to an exquisite soft grayness when Myron Holder set out that day to go to Mrs. Deans'. The road swam dizz...

19. CHAPTER XIX.

"The road to death is life, the gate of life is death; We who wake shall sleep, we shall wax who wane. Let us not vex our souls for stoppage of a breath, The fall of a river tha...

6. CHAPTER VI.

"And oh, the carven mouth, with all its great Intensity of longing frozen fast In such a smile as well may designate The slowly murdered heart, that, to the last, Conceals each...

9. CHAPTER IX.

Such faults as hers were not uncommon there; but never before had the odium rested upon one only. Besides, there had always been some "goings on" and some "talk" indicative of t...

3. CHAPTER III.

Beneath the quietness of Myron Holder's manner there raged a very chaos of reckless, despairing thought. It is undeniable that at this time no maternal love warmed her heart tow...

2. CHAPTER II.

Myron Holder's father was Jed Holder, the broom-maker. His death occurred when Myron was eighteen years old. He had clung to his quaint occupation to the last, after factory-mad...

24. CHAPTER XXIV.

The arrival of the new nurse had been announced to the doctor in charge of the quarantine station. He waited for her coming in his office. She entered the room, paused for a mom...

1. CHAPTER I.

It was early spring, the maples were but budding, the birds newly come and restless, the sky more gray than blue, and the air still sharp with a tang of frost. Jamestown's stree...