Charles Norris Williamson: 47 books

pubOne.info present you this wonderfully illustrated edition. I want to explain to you, in case it may interest you a little, why it is that I want to keep the “firm name” (as we used to call it) of “C. N.& A. M. Williamson, ” although my husband has gone out of this world.

I don't know yet whether I'm pleased or not, but I do know that I'm excited – more excited than I've ever been in my life, except perhaps when Miss Mackinstry, my last governess, had hysterics in the schoolroom and fainted among the tea things.

THE KING’S CAR “Motor to Biarritz? You must be mad,” said Dick Waring. “Why?” I asked; though I knew why as well as he. “A nice way to receive an invitation.” “If you must know, it’s because the King of Spain will be there, visiting his English fiancée,” Dick answered. “I wish...

If I didn't tell this, nobody else ever would; certainly not Diana, nor Major Vandyke – still less Eagle himself – I mean Captain Eagleston March; and they and I are the only ones who know, except a few such people as presidents and secretaries of war and generals, who never tell anything even under...

A CHAPTER OF SURPRISES WANTED, LADIES, TO CONDUCT. An amateur automobilist (English, titled) who drives his own motor-car accommodating five persons, offers to conduct two or three ladies, Americans preferred, to any picturesque centres in Europe which they may desire to visit. Car has capacity for carrying...

WHEN THE NEWS CAME No, said the Princess. No. I'm – dashed if I do. My darling child! exclaimed the Grand Duchess. You're impossible. If any one should hear you! It's he who's impossible, the Princess amended. I'm just trying to show you – Or to shock me. You are so like your grandmother. That's...

Sometimes I think that having a bath is the nicest part of the day, especially if you take too long over it, when you ought to be hurrying.

Roger Sands had steel-gray eyes, a straight black line of brows drawn low and nearly meeting above them, thick black hair lightly powdered with silver at the temples, and a clean-shaven, aggressive chin. He had the air of being hard as nails. Most people, including women, thought him hard as nails. He...

AUDRIE BRENDON TO HER MOTHER AT CHAMPEL-LES-BAINS, SWITZERLAND Rue Chapeau de Marie Antoinette, Versailles, July 4th

On a great ship a woman sailed away from the Old World, wishing to forget. In her mind was the thought of a far-off place toward which she was travelling. There were no figures in this mental picture. She painted it as a mere flowery background; for she was very tired of people.

Long shadows of late afternoon lay straight and thin across the garden path; shadows of beech trees that ranged themselves in an undeviating line, like an inner wall within the convent wall of brick; and the soaring trees were very old, as old perhaps as the convent itself, whose stone had the same soft tints of faded red and brown as the autumn leaves which sparsely jewelled the beeches' silver.

Padre, when you died, you left a message for me. You asked me to go on writing, if I were in trouble, just as I used to write when you were on earth. I used to confess, and you used to advise. Also you used to scold. How you used to scold! I am going to do now what you asked, in that message.