OLD EASTER
By RUTH McENERY STUART Nearly everybody in New Orleans knew Old Easter, the candy-woman. She…
NEAREST OF KIN
By RUTH McENERY STUART (ON THE PLANTATION) When Tamar the laundress was married to the…
MORIAH’S MOURNING
By RUTH McENERY STUART Moriah was a widow of a month, and when she announced…
MAY BE SO
By RUTH McENERY STUART September butterflies flew thickO’er flower-bed and clover-rick,When little Miss Penelope,Who watched…
LITTLE MOTHER QUACKALINA
By RUTH McENERY STUART STORY OF A DUCK FARM CHAPTER I The black duck had…
LADY
A MONOLOGUE OF THE COW-PEN By RUTH McENERY STUART Umh! Fur Gord sake, des look…
DUKE’S CHRISTMAS
By RUTH McENERY STUART “You des gimme de white folks’s Christmas-dinner plates, time they git…
CHRISTMAS AT THE TRIMBLES’
By RUTH McENERY STUART Part I Time: Daylight, the day before Christmas. Place: Rowton’s store,…
BLINK
By RUTH McENERY STUART I It was nearly midnight of Christmas Eve on Oakland Plantation.…
APOLLO BELVEDERE
By RUTH McENERY STUART A CHRISTMAS EPISODE OF THE PLANTATION He was a little yellow…