Mary Hartwell Catherwood, “The Indian on the Trail ,” Harper’s New Monthly Magazine 99 (October 1899): 711. |
Saturday, February 28, 2015
“You Do the Talking,” She Breathed. “I Do the Loving.” (1899)
Friday, February 27, 2015
I Go Dat Lenk for You Honoré—but Not for Any Other Man (1899)
Thursday, February 26, 2015
It Will Be Quite Safe, I See (1895)
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
What’s Your First Name Dear? (1912)
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
The Drooping Boughs of an Apple Tree Formed a Leafy Screen (1906)
Sunday, February 22, 2015
She Was Calling Him a Noble, Great-Hearted Man When Two Piercing Lights Shot Full into Their Faces (1913)
Saturday, February 21, 2015
I'll Lead the Mules up the Road a Piece for You (1908)
Friday, February 20, 2015
He Was a Man on the Edge of Some Despair (1899)
Thursday, February 19, 2015
My Love Concerns Thee Not—and Yet I Will Not Ask Thee to Forget (1866)
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
“Now,” Said I, “Is the Time for You to Exert All Your Strength.” “I Am Ready,” Said She. (1874)
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
At First, I Elected to do the Hunting and Fresh-Meat-Providing (1899)
Monday, February 16, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
“This Time Tomorrow,” He Murmured, “Shall I Be Fondling the Tuning-Fork, as the Chief Instrument of My Success, or Shall I Be in Holloway Gaol, Charged with Obtaining Admission under False Pretences?” (1899)
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Oh, You’ve Been Playing Solitaire with the Books, Have You? (1916)
Thursday, February 12, 2015
“Stay There,” She Said, “or I Will Move the Pieces.” (1899)
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Love,” Jeered He. “What Does a Finished Coquette like Yourself Know about Love?” (1899)
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Swan Was Seized by the Pike and Both Were Found Dead (1899)
Saturday, February 7, 2015
You Have Kept Me in a Dungeon for Four Years without Any Air or Light or Happiness or Hope (1914)
Friday, February 6, 2015
Ah, I Have Made a Mistake, I See (1895)
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Betty Blake Turned Round on Me and Said Cruel Words (1916)
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
He Had Been Beaten by Mr. Meeker's Cane (1919)
Monday, February 2, 2015
A Wench—Thou? What Gnat in the Brain is This? (1900)
Sunday, February 1, 2015
He Would Have Had My Fist, but for Having Been at School with Me (1882)
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