THE REV. JORDAN WHITE’S THREE GLANCES
By RUTH McENERY STUART The Reverend Jordan White, of Cold Spring Baptist Church, was so…
THE FREYS’ CHRISTMAS PARTY
By RUTH McENERY STUART There was a great sensation in the old Coppenole house three…
THE DEACON’S MEDICINE
By RUTH McENERY STUART When the doctor drove by the Gregg farm about dusk, and…
SONNY’S SCHOOLIN’
By RUTH McENERY STUART A Monologue Well, sir, we’re tryin’ to edjercate him—good ez we…
SOLOMON CROW’S CHRISTMAS POCKETS
By RUTH McENERY STUART His mother named him Solomon because, when he was a baby,…
SAINT IDYL’S LIGHT
By RUTH McENERY STUART You would never have guessed that her name was Idyl—the slender,…
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…