Category: Edward Payson Roe

by Edward Payson Roe

Not very far from the Highlands of the Hudson, but at a considerable distance from the river, there stood, one hundred years ago, a farmhouse that evidently had been built as much for strength and defence … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

The Christmas holidays had come, and with them a welcome vacation for Hedley Marstern. Although as yet a briefless young lawyer, he had a case in hand which absorbed many of his thoughts–the conflicting claims of … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

Two or three years ago the editor of “Lippincott’s Magazine” asked me, with many others, to take part in the very interesting “experience meeting” begun in the pages of that enterprising periodical. I gave my consent … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

“Jack, she played with me deliberately, heartlessly. I can never forgive her.”

“In that case, Will, I congratulate you. Such a girl isn’t worth a second thought, and you’ve made a happy escape.”

“No congratulations, if … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

The August morning was bright and fair, but Herbert Scofield’s brow was clouded. He had wandered off to a remote part of the grounds of a summer hotel on the Hudson, and seated in the shade … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

It was the beginning of a battle. The skirmish line of the Union advance was sweeping rapidly over a rough mountainous region in the South, and in his place on the extreme left of this line … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

Jeff, the hero of my tale, was as truly a part of the Southern Confederacy as the greater Jeff at Richmond. Indeed, were it not for the humbler Jeff and the class he represented, the other … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

“Mother,” remarked Farmer Banning, discontentedly, “Susie is making a long visit.”

“She is coming home next week,” said his cheery wife. She had drawn her low chair close to the air-tight stove, for a late March … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

Picnicking in December would be a dreary experience even if one could command all the appliances of comfort which outdoor life permitted. This would be especially true in the latitude of Boston and on the bleak … Read the rest

by Edward Payson Roe

It was the day before Thanksgiving. The brief cloudy November afternoon was fast merging into early twilight. The trees, now gaunt and bare, creaked and groaned in the passing gale, clashing their icy branches together with … Read the rest