Books with author Mary F Nixon

Excerpt from God, the King, My BrotherBetter than wars, methinks, the lad liked the French king's court, for he was a hand some page and a favourite of dames.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.

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Excerpt from The Sweet Briar Magazine, Vol. 10: December, 1918Welsh accent, had left a warm feeling where only a chill Of loneliness had lain for a number Of years.It had seemed perfectly natural to look for the little chap from then on, and Andy never failed him.Only a few months after this John's father, the owner Of the mines, had died leaving to his son a large inheritance and the heavy responsibilities which ownership Of a mine entails.Instead Of taking up luxurious quarters in his father's Old Office, the young man had shunned the formality and lack Of company which this would have envolved, and had settled down for the most part in his own Office at the mine, keeping an eye on all that went on around him and even continuing his work as inspector part Of the time.Life had been lonelier than ever except for the evident friendliness and affection Of his men and the only real source Of happiness was his growing acquaintance with the little paper boy.In the Fall, his little friend had come to him and asked for a job at the breaker or in the mines because his mother was ill and he had to work. He had Obtained! A position and had been making good ever Since.The young inspector had been much interested in all that concerned the boy and had done everything in his power to help him along. In some way the friendship had brought comfort to the man as well as to the boy. The loss of the little brother was compensated for as it had! Never been before.March was here now and the sun beat down warmly on the asphalt as the car turned into the broad, sunny street that lead to the courthouse. The machine stopped and John slid from behind the wheel and ran up the broad stair-way two steps at a time, then turned to the private Office Of the judge Of the Juvenile Court.As the door opened Andy sprang from a chair by the Window and stepped forward eagerly, then stood looking at Lewis quietly and with a very serious face.The Judge laid down some papers he had been looking over and advanced cordially to meet the younger man.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.