Wild oats

Spring on East Broadway. The air is winey, the heavens are radiant blue and full of fire. A sparrow chirps on the window-sill, fluttering before the milk-glass sign: “Doctor Ras...

Doctor Rast didn’t get around to see Mrs. Kroll till late that afternoon. The enchantment of the morning proved to be but a promise of Spring--a promise unfulfilled. Clouds engu...

It was a sight to watch Edith in the kitchen. She took to the work as any healthy-minded woman will; although she preferred fancy cooking to plain, and would glory in five-hours...

One reason why Frank had never met a good woman was that since he was old enough to take to the streets he had not met his Mother. She was the type of woman one might call a sha...

Who shall yet come to our earth and sing to us of love? Many have tried: Sappho and Shakespeare and Dante and Tennyson. Tut! our own hearts sing better. Yet let a hint be given...

That next night was a hot one. The Krolls and Mr. Grupp sat at table in the kitchen in the late light of day. They were drinking iced tea to wash down the cold sliced lamb. The...

Frank was in Pittsburgh the following Saturday night, and Pittsburgh is a weird city. It is a narrow point of river-ringed land, circled with mills that flame like Inferno all n...

A sweet rain freshened the summer afternoon, drawing a good smell from the baking pavements. Our wild-rose, who perhaps was changing into a red, red rose of the gardens, she was...

“You was always my baby.... I remember the night you was born, Edy ... when your father, _selig_, saw it was a little girl, he cried, he was so happy. Two boys was enough....”

Death has its by-products, and the greatest of these is love. The best of human nature comes from its deep source to the surface; families are reunited; people grow gentle. Some...

Of a summer night, the wild-rose (we call her that more for what she was, than is) wandered through the crowded world with Frank. Both were in black, and made a sober and grave...

What is more delightful than home-hunting? And more exhausting? You start in early in the morning full of adventurous daring; you wind up at twilight, dazed and drooping. Twenty...

Ominous thunder-clouds rolled over the city. Supper was over and the late light was vanishing yellow in all directions. It had been the sultriest day of the summer. In the gaspi...

Frank plunged wildly into the night, and rushed he knew not where. Without umbrella or coat, with straw hat jammed down over his forehead, with jacket flapping in the wind and h...

They met in secret at the pasture bars across the road. In the dim light and still ecstasy of nature they stole on each other like ghosts. And then--fresh dewy lips, cool enwind...

Well, well, well, what a world! Not only are there queer people in it, but there are also young couples. They’re enough to make one sick--so said Mr. Grupp--kissing and hugging...

It was the time of Indian Summer. Mild was the night; a night golden with harvest and fruition. Frank at the window saw the blood-red harvest moon, saw it rise across the heaven...

Doctor Rast had seen and heard nothing of Edith and Frank and had forgotten all about them. It was a crowded year and a half--there was much sickness with the changing seasons,...