by T.S. Arthur “Where now?” said Frederick Williams to his friend Charles Lawson, on entering…

by T.S. Arthur “Bless the happy art!” ejaculated Mrs. Morton, wiping the moisture from her…

by T.S. Arthur “The happy countenance of her child did not bring joy to the…

by T.S. Arthur Kate Darlington was a belle and a beauty; and had, as might…

by T.S. Arthur “Clinton!” said Margaret Hubert, with a look of supreme contempt. Don’t speak…

by T.S. Arthur Day after day I worked at my life-task, and worked in an…

by T.S. Arthur “Henry,” said Mr. Green to his little son Henry, a lad in…

by T.S. Arthur A happy-hearted child was Madeline Henry, for the glad sunshine ever lay…

by T.S. Arthur It is a little singular–yet certainly true–that people who are very tenacious…

by T.S. Arthur “Ah, let us consult only our own eyes hereafter, Mary–not the eyes…