by Zona Gale
ERE I sit with eighty years Buried somewhere in my bones. I can only see the world Move along in monotones. All the peril of the sun And the laughter too are done. (Hear the fools there… Read the rest
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Friday
by Zona Gale
HEMPEL had watched the hands of the clock make all the motions of the hour, from the trim segment of eleven to the lazy down-stretch of twenty minutes past, the slim erectness of the half-hour, the promising … Read the rest
Success and Artie Cherry
by Zona Gale
ARTIE CHERRY’S home,” they told one another. “Artie Cherry! Seen him?”
He appeared on the village main street early that evening, and from the bank corner to the drug corner held a reception.
“Land! Artie Cherry,” they … Read the rest
The Dance
by Zona Gale
AFTER breakfast one morning Peleas and I were standing at the drawing-room window watching a snowstorm. It was an unassuming storm of little flakes and infrequent gusts, and hardly looked important enough to keep a baby indoors. … Read the rest
The Way the World Is
by Zona Gale
THE New Lady’s house was marked by a row of poplars outside the fence, as if the very road changed its character when it passed her house. As for Nicholas, when he went by that house he … Read the rest
White Bread
by Zona Gale
EVERY one in the room had promised something. Mis’ Tyrus Burns offered her receipt for filled cookies. “My filled cookie receipt,” she said, “is something that very, very few have ever got out of me. I give … Read the rest