Books with author Maria Louise Pool

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"In Buncombe County" is bubbling over with merriment--one could not be blue with such a companion for an hour. ........ Boston Times It is brimming over with humor, and the reader who can follow the fortunes of the redbird alone, who flutters through the first few chapters, and not be moved to long laughter, must be sadly insensitive. But laugh as he may, he will always revert to the graver vein which unobtrusively runs from the first to the last page in the book. He will lay down the narrative of almost grotesque adventure with a keen remembrance of its tender- ness and pathos. ....... New York Tribune " Maria Louise Pool is a joy forever, principally because she so nobly disproves the lurking theory that women are born desti- tute of humor. Here is not acquired; it is the real thing. "In Buncombe County", is perfect with its quiet appreciation of the humorous side of the everyday affairs of life." ...... Chicago Daily News .............................................................................. Excerpt: CHAPTER I - Waiting for Alick We were waiting for a boy; at least, we had been led to believe it was for that reason we were sitting so long before an open fire in the back part of one of the grocery stores in Asheville Junction, North Carolina. We had arrived in the early morning from Spartanburg. It already began to seemas if it were several mornings ago when we had stepped on the deserted platform. We knew it must be the Swannanoa which was brawling along just the other side of the dismal structure said to be a boarding house. But it was nothing to us, though it were ten times the Swannanoa. It is one of the drawbacks of travel that, when you have gone hundreds of miles to look at some fine scenery, you are in such a state physically that you do not care whether you look at the scenery or not. While we had stood dejectedly on the platform in the dusk, the conductor had taken pity on us, and, as the train moved on, he had swung "forward from the steps and shouted to us to go to the store and see what we could do. "I suppose," said Amabel, "that the conductor meant well; still, what do you think he thought we could do at the store? What do you advise that we should try to do there? I don't feel, just at present, as if there were any employment suitabel for me in a North Carolina grocery-store".

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Friendship and Folly - A Novel by Maria Louise PoolThere was one large wicker chair on the piazza, and in the chair sat a girl. It was a spacious piazza, the roof of which was supported by gnarled tree-trunks, the bark and the knots carefully preserved so as to look "rustic." The deep eaves drooped in a rustic manner also, and there were trumpet-vines and wistaria, and various other creeping things of the vegetable world, wandering about in a careful carelessness, like the hair of a woman when it is dressed most effectively.The lawn swept down rather steeply and stopped suddenly against a thick stone wall that was covered with ivy.On top of this wall, ruthlessly trampling back and forth on the leaves, was a small boy dressed in the fashion of a member of the navy. His blue pantaloons flapped very widely at the ankles, and were belted about him by a leather belt on which was the word "Vireo," in gilt letters; his brimless cap was tipped perilously on that part of his head where the warm affections used to be located in the days of phrenology. On this cap also appeared the word "Vireo," in gilt. This figure, outlined as it was against the bright blue of the sky, had the effect of not being more than about sixteen inches long. And in truth Leander Ffolliott was very small for his age, which was ten years and five months. He did not feel small, however; his mind might suitably have inhabited a giant's frame, so far as his estimation of himself and the Ffolliott family generally was concerned. But the rest of the family did not always agree with him in this estimation, and at such times of disagreement the boy was given to screaming and kicking until the air round about this summer residence resounded, and seemed actually to crackle and glimmer in sympathy with the mood of Leander.

This volume was published in 1898 and is a picture of open-air life on the New England coast; consider it a series of pictures, one for each short chapter, held together by the little love affair of Leife and "Miss" Vance. Of the same general character as this author's "Tenting on Stony Beach," but written with more vigor and compactness. Each of the persons in this outing-sketch is strongly individualized, and an effective little love story is interwoven. The author has a certain hardness of tone which gives strength to her work. ....... Atlantic Monthly .............................................................................. An excerpt: A BAFFLING BIT OF PROPERTY We have come into possession of ninety -five acres, "more or less", of dike land, commonly mentioned simply as "dike". We did not buy it, and no one was so malicious as to leave it to us by will. We have taken it for debt. Now that we have it people seem to blame us as well as pity us; and yet we had to take this or nothing. A person living within sight of our shanty told us yesterday that the general opinion in the out- lyig community was that no one but a cursed fool would have taken that kind of property for debt; and that, as for its being that or nothing, it might better by a "darned sight be nothin". But we, in our ignorance, had an idea that any kind of property was better than no kind of property. It seems we were mistaken. It is too late, now, however, for any' regrets. We have gone on to the land in the company of two witnesses, and have "hereby taken possession", etc. and have the legal papers to show for it; also we have begun to pay taxes; and taxes, every one assures us, 'is the only thing the land will ever amount to"; every man we meet is advising, and condoling withus. Some of them take the fact solemnly; others begin to laugh when they see us, and they ask what are the dividends from the dike.

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Excerpt from In Buncombe CountyWhile we had stood dejectedly on the platform in the dusk, the conductor had taken pity on us, and, as the train moved on, he had swung forward from the steps and shouted to us to go to the store and see What we could do.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Mrs. Keats Bradford a NovelPen and ink cannot put upon paper the strange and unintelligible shriek of the brakeman as he opened the car door when the train began to slow up in its approach to a small box, with wide projecting eaves, that stood by the track. This box was set under a hill in the midst of what appeared a broad pasture land, and it was the new railroad station for the ham let of Middle Village. The hamlet itself was a mile away, but a mile seemed no distance at all in com parison with eight or nine miles. Property had risen already fifty per cent. In the Village; that is, it was held at that advanced price, but there had been no purchases as yet. The railroad had been running, as the people said, for six months now. Still no one had grown rich, as had been predicted.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.