Books with author Myrtle REED

Excerpt from The Shadow of Victory a Romance of Fort DearbornT rains of pack-horses from Rock River and the Illinois. Canoes and a bateau from Mil waukee, in charge of Canadian engagés. Then the vessel from Fort Mackinac with goods for the trade, and Indians from all over creation. The busy season begins in the Spring.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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A Spinner in the Sun is a novel by Myrtle Reed, one of the most popular, best-selling female writers of the first years of the 20th century, an author of cookbooks, novels and short stories. Mostly known for her 1902 book entitled Lavender and Old Lace and one of her later volumes entitled At the Sign of the Jack'o Lantern, Reed published more than a dozen of books and she also worked as a professional journalist for many years, all her writings dealing with subjects of importance for the life of women in an insightful manner and A Spinner in the Sun being one of her lesser known, but excellent stories.The novel is a sweet and romantic story about a woman called Evelina who returns home after having spent a few years away. After coming home, the lady lives a secluded life and wears a veil all the time, never allowing anyone to see her face. However, the situation soon changes - a suitor emerges and love has the power of convincing the lady to come out from her hiding.The old-fashioned, sentimental story celebrates womanhood and is full of powerful, colorful and varied characters as well as of strong emotions. Evelina suffers from depression - or, in more romantic terms, from a broken heart, but she eventually finds redemption through true love. The story mixes misery and dreams come true, sadness, desolation and hope, all presented in Reed's typical sensitive, insightful and often very humorous style. Readers, especially ladies, young and old alike, who chose this novel are certainly in for more than a few tears and laughs.The romantic story is a great get-away from the stress and hassle we all experience in our lives - if you want to relax, but still experience powerful feelings, Reed's book makes the perfect choice.

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It was certainly a queer house. Even through the blinding storm they could distinguish its eccentric outlines as they alighted from the stage. Dorothy laughed happily, heedless of the fact that her husband’s umbrella was dripping down her neck. “It’s a dear old place,” she cried; “I love it already!” For an instant a flash of lightning turned the peculiar windows into sheets of flame, then all was dark again. Harlan’s answer was drowned by a crash of thunder and the turning of the heavy wheels on the gravelled road. “Don’t stop,” shouted the driver; “I’ll come up to-morrer for the money. Good luck to you— an’ the Jack-o’-Lantern!” “What did he mean?” asked Dorothy, shaking out her wet skirts, when they were safely inside the door. “Who’s got a Jack-o’-Lantern?” “You can search me,” answered Harlan, concisely, fumbling for a match. “I suppose we’ve got it. Anyhow, we’ll have a look at this sepulchral mansion presently.” His deep voice echoed and re-echoed through the empty rooms, and Dorothy laughed; a little hysterically this time. Match after match sputtered and failed. “Couldn’t have got much wetter if I’d been in swimming,” he grumbled. “Here goes the last one.” By the uncertain light they found a candle and Harlan drew a long breath of relief. “It would have been pleasant, wouldn’t it?” he went on. “We could have sat on the stairs until morning, or broken our admirable necks in falling over strange furniture. The next thing is a fire. Wonder where my distinguished relative kept his wood?”