Clara Louise Burnham

Jewel's Story Book By Clara Louise Burnham

"Hello there " The man with grizzled hair and bronzed face under a shabby yachting-cap stopped in his leisurely ramble up the street of a seaport village, and his eyes lighted at sight of a spare feminine figure, whose lean vigorous arms were shaking a long narrow rug at a cottage gate. "Ahoy there-The Clever Betsy " he went on. The energetic woman vouchsafed a sidewise twist of her mouth intended for a smile, but did not cease from her labors, and a cloud of dust met the hastened approach of the seaman. "Here, there's enough o' that Don't you know your captain?" he went on, dodging the woolen fringe which snapped near his dark cheek. "My captain " retorted the energetic one, while the rug billowed still more wildly. She was a woman of his own middle age, and the cloth tied around her head did not add to her charms; but the man's eyes softened as they rested on her. "Here You carry too much sail. Take a reef " he cried; and deftly snatching the rug, in an instant it was trailing on the walk behind him, while Betsy Foster stared, offended. "How long ye been here, Betsy?" "A couple o' days," replied the woman, adjusting the cheese-cloth covering more firmly behind her ears. "Why didn't ye let a feller know?" "Thought I wouldn't trouble trouble till trouble troubled me."

Soft snowflakes whirled around the lonely mountain cabin under a November sky. The wind that had rushed up the valley sighing and groaning between the wooded walls, now roared its wild delight in the freedom of the heights. The twilight was deepening fast. Two women were alone in the cabin. The one who was at home stooped and put another log on the blazing fire. The other could not have stooped, no matter how willing her spirit, so straitly and fashionably was her ample figure bound by artful bone and steel. "Mercy, Mary " she ejaculated, standing stock still in the middle of the room, fixed there by a triumphant shriek of the rioting wind. "I never had the least desire to go up in an aeroplane. Are you well anchored here?" "Like a lichen on a rock," returned Mary Sidney, smiling. "Take off your hat, Isabel, and be comfy." "Do you think we must stay all night?" demurred the visitor. "You know I love you, Mary, and if that wind would just let us hear ourselves think, I wouldn't ask anything better than an evening's chat with you alone." "You wouldn't as it is," returned Mrs. Sidney soothingly, approaching her cousin and unpinning the veil which Mrs. Fabian had not raised. The visitor clung to her wraps with the feeling that an entire readiness to flee back to the haunts of men would aid her to depart. Mary Sidney's calm amused smile carried some reassurance. It flickered across her face as the firelight flickered across the dark rafters above.

The Mistress of Beech Knoll - A novel is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1890. Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these books and contributes to the preservation of literature which has become rare and historical knowledge for the future.

Miss Archer Archer - A novel is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1897. Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these books and contributes to the preservation of literature which has become rare and historical knowledge for the future.

Originally published in 1916. Instead of the Thorn is one of the much-talked-of books in the early twentieth century. The story is of a Chicago girl brought up in luxury, whose father is ruined under circumstances that seem to her to involve his business associate. The fact that this young man is in love with the girl greatly complicates the situation, and results in a dramatic and absorbing narrative. How the girl is finally persuaded to go to New England for rest, how the simple, quiet village life restores her poise and happiness, is told in Mrs. Burnham's inimitable way. Her many admirers will find in her new story as much pleasure and inspiration as in anything she has ever written.

Maine readers are always interested in a book by Clara Louise Burnham and "Clever Betsy" will be no exception, particularly as much of the scene is laid in a little Maine seacoast village which the author calls Fairport, but which readers may recognize by other names. The real "character" of the story is clever Betsy herself, the romance is woven around her prot g , who is the "clinging vine" type of girl, rejoicing in a glorious crown of golden hair and the romantic name of Rosalie Vincent. She is one of the sort who "hopeth all things, endureth all things," (the unwelcome attentions and persecutions of a certain young man excepted) and one is rewarded by winning as fine a young man as the present day affords, and to whom her friendless and orphaned state appeals. But the regulation love affair of this charming young couple is quite lacking in the spice that makes the courtship of Clever Betsy and her captain, Hiram Salter, so diverting. -Lewiston Evening Journal, Oct. 17, 1910