Please log in to manage your collection or post a review.
(source: Stanford Libraries)
View:
| Online Full Text: |
Stanford Digital Repository
|
|---|---|
| Series: |
New York Weekly
—
v. 24 no. 4
— page 8 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
| Part of: |
New York Weekly, v. XXIV, no. 4, December 10, 1868 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Graves, Helen Forrest
|
| Date: |
December 10, 1868 |
| First Sentence: |
"Six o'clock!" pondered Colonel Herbert Saybrooke, looking uneasily at his watch, as he paced backward and forward in the rudely furnished little parlor of the lonely mountain inn. |
| Last Sentence: |
A kind word is never thrown away; it follows us like a brooding blessing-and so Colonel Herbert Saybrooke had found. |
Please log in to manage your collection or post a review.