by Cornelia A. P. Comer
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It was half-past three o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon in April when Associate Professor Charleroy (of the Midwest University at Powelton) learned that he was to lose his wife and home.
For April, the … Read the rest
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Seth Miles and the Sacred Fire
by Cornelia A. P. Comer
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‘RICHARD,’ said my dad about a week after Commencement, ‘life is real. You have had your education and your keep, and you’re a pleasant enough lad around the house. But the time has come … Read the rest
The Long Inheritance
by Cornelia A. P. Comer
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My niece, Desire Withacre, wished to divorce her husband, Dr. Arnold Ackroyd,–the young Dr. Arnold, you understand,–to the end that she might marry a more interesting man.
Other men than I have noticed that … Read the rest
The Preliminaries
by Cornelia A. P. Comer
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Young Oliver Pickersgill was in love with Peter Lannithorne’s daughter. Peter Lannithorne was serving a six-year term in the penitentiary for embezzlement.
It seemed to Ollie that there was only one right-minded way of … Read the rest
A Letter to the Rising Generation
by Cornelia A. P. Comer
From the dawn of time, one generation has cried reproof and warning to the next, unheeded. ‘I wonder that you would still be talking. Nobody marks you,’ say the young. ‘Did you never hear of … Read the rest