CURED BY ACTIVE WORK.
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS
Every man in business, once or twice a year must take account of stock, to see just where he stands. He has not enough of one article, or has too much of another. In that direction he must show more…
DANIEL PONGE’S SUCCESS
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS
Of all the members of the Third Church, Mrs. Clarkson Tate was the one whose religion took the most practical turn. Neither prayers nor music ever brought the tears to her cool gray eyes, and she…
Earthen Pitchers
Chapter I.
“We’ll drive?” said young Chalkley, anxiously, halting on the steps of the Continental Hotel. He had Mr. Burgess, the English magazinist, in charge. “Oh, drive, of course!” beckoning to a hackman.[1] If heaven…
Enos Lex—A Cobbler and Drunkard
Mary Brunt was a visiting governess in Philadelphia. She went from house to house giving lessons to little children in the rudiments of knowledge. She was not young, nor beautiful, nor particularly clever, yet she had…
FORGOTTEN WORTHIES
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS.
DAVID ZEISBERGER
While John Woolman[1] was still a baby in the poor farm house at Mount Holly, another boy of like spirit, and destined to a noble work, was born in an obscure little hamlet among the…
FROM DOOR TO DOOR
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS
During last winter there was an earnest movement among all the Protestant denominations in Philadelphia to unite in a great Evangelical work. The churches were open for daily service, and the public was…
THE HEAVENLY CALL
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS
The McCall farm lies at the head of Ninegemoose Creek, in one of the hill counties of Pennsylvania. Old Stenifer McCall, a sturdy blacksmith, headed a party of Scotch emigrants who found their way into the…
“Here & There in the South”
I.--Old and New
THE train that rushed out of the wide winding suburbs of Washington down into Virginia, in the dawn of a cold February morning, was filled with Northerners going to New Orleans. They had, oddly enough,…
HEROISM UNTO DEATH
BY REBECCA HARDING DAVIS
Among the reports of havoc and suffering caused by the great storm, our readers may not have noted a piteous little incident which occurred on the Pennsylvania Railway. An express train, rushing through the…
“In the Old Days”
I am going to tell you a true love story of the days when I was young, in order to show you a curious difference between that time and this. It seems to me that love and marriage counted for more in the life of Americans in those…
