Tom Watson's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 3, May 1905

It was Sunday morning a week later. Springtown’s principal church stood in the edge of the village, on the red clay road leading up the mountainside, now in the delicate green o...

Pole Baker decided to give the young people of the neighborhood a corn-shucking. He had about fifty bushels of the grain, which he said had been mellowing and sweetening in the...

Refreshments had been served, the last ear of corn was husked and thrown into the barn, and they had all risen to depart, when Hillhouse came down the path from the cottage. He...

I endeavored to deprecate the value of my interference and to moderate his expressions of gratitude; but he would have none of it, and, leaping to his feet, began to pace to and...

As those whose memories run back thirty years know, Sir Nelson Poynter owes his baronetcy to his financial ability and the fact that he made his huge fortune honestly and always...

Freddy Allyne, as he was called by his friends, whose name was legion, prided himself upon having established a reputation for levity, when his real character was that of a phil...

The voices that had frightened Mrs. March off were those of Sir Nelson and Maxwell Fair, who now came round the corner of the tower, with heads bowed in very earnest talk. The e...