Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow: 14 books

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow (April 22, 1873 – November 21, 1945) was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south. Glasgow's first novel, The Descendant (1897) was written in secret and published anonymously. The novel features an emancipated heroine...

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow was an American novelist who portrayed the changing world of the contemporary south.

CYNTHIA and LILA BLAKE; sisters of Christophe

Along Broadway at six o'clock a throng of pedestrians was stepping northward. A grayish day was settling into a gray evening, and a negative lack of color and elasticity had matured into a positive condition of atmospheric flatness. The air exhaled a limp and insipid moisture, like that given forth...

THOUGH it was six days since Daniel Ordway had come out of prison, he was aware, when he reached the brow of the hill, and stopped to look back over the sunny Virginia road, that he drank in the wind as if it were his first breath of freedom. At his feet the road dropped between two low hills beyond...

When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Roland Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once—to watch him in the operating-room for a single hour—was an adventure which...

It was past four o'clock on a sunny October day, when a stranger, who had ridden over the "corduroy" road between Applegate and Old Church, dismounted near the cross-roads before the small public house known to its frequenters as Bottom's Ordinary. Standing where the three roads meet at...

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. As the storm broke and a shower of hail rattled like a handful of pebbles against our little window, I choked back a sob and edged my small green-painted stool a trifle nearer the hearth. On the opposite side of...

The last day of Circuit Court was over at Kingsborough. The jury had vanished from the semicircle of straight-backed chairs in the old court-house, the clerk had laid aside his pen along with his air of listless attention, and the judge was making his way through the straggling spectators to the sunken...