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…

by T.S. Arthur “O, Mamma! See that wicked-looking cat on the fence! She’ll have one…

by T.S. Arthur How pure and sweet is the love of young hearts! How little…

by T.S. Arthur Jonas Bebee has one merit, if he possesses no other, and that…

by T.S. Arthur “Do you intend going to Mrs. Walshingham’s party, next week, Caroline?” asked…