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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 00:00:16 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>All Roads Lead to Calvary by Jerome K. Jerome</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>She had not meant to stay for the service. The door had stood<br />invitingly open, and a glimpse of the interior had suggested to her<br />the idea that it would make good copy. "Old London Churches:<br />Their Social and Historical Associations." It would be easy to<br />collect anecdotes of the famous people who had attended them. She<br />might fix up a series for one of the religious papers. It promised<br />quite exceptional material, this particular specimen, rich in tombs<br />and monuments. There was character about it, a scent of bygone<br />days. She pictured the vanished congregations in their powdered<br />wigs and stiff brocades. How picturesque must have been the<br />marriages that had taken place there, say in the reign of Queen<br />Anne or of the early Georges. The church would have been ancient<br />even then. With its air of faded grandeur, its sculptured recesses<br />and dark niches, the tattered banners hanging from its roof, it<br />must have made an admirable background. Perhaps an historical<br />novel in the Thackeray vein? She could see her heroine walking up<br />the aisle on the arm of her proud old soldier father. …</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/All-Roads-Lead-to-Calvary1/'>All Roads Lead to Calvary by Jerome K. Jerome</a>]]></description>
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			<title>A Changed Man and Other Tales by Thomas Hardy</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>Prefatory Note<br />A Changed Man<br />The Waiting Supper<br />Alicia's Diary<br />The Grave by the Handpost<br />Enter a Dragoon<br />A Tryst at an Ancient Earthwork<br />What the Shepherd Saw<br />A Committee Man of 'The Terror'<br />Master John Horseleigh, Knight<br />The Duke's Reappearance<br />A Mere Interlude</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p3" href="#p3" title="Paragraph 3"></a>PREFATORY NOTE</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p4" href="#p4" title="Paragraph 4"></a>I reprint in this volume, for what they may be worth, a dozen minor<br />novels that have been published in the periodical press at various<br />dates in the past, in order to render them accessible to readers who<br />desire to have them in the complete series issued by my publishers.<br />For aid in reclaiming some of the narratives I express my thanks to<br />the proprietors and editors of the newspapers and magazines in whose<br />pages they first appeared.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p5" href="#p5" title="Paragraph 5"></a>T. H.<br />August 1913.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p6"…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/A-Changed-Man-and-Other-Tales1/'>A Changed Man and Other Tales by Thomas Hardy</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>Abraham Lincoln by John Drinkwater</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>In using for purposes of drama a personality of so wide and recent a<br />fame as that of Abraham Lincoln, I feel that one or two observations<br />are due to my readers and critics.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p9" href="#p9" title="Paragraph 9"></a>First, my purpose is that not of the historian but of the dramatist.<br />The historical presentation of my hero has been faithfully made in<br />many volumes; notably, in England, by Lord Charnwood in a monograph<br />that gives a masterly analysis of Lincoln's career and character and<br />is, it seems to me, a model of what the historian's work should be. To<br />this book I am gratefully indebted for the material of my play. But<br />while I have, I hope, done nothing to traverse history, I have freely<br />telescoped its events, and imposed invention upon its movement,<br />in such ways as I needed to shape the dramatic significance of my<br />subject. I should add that the fictitious Burnet Hook is admitted<br />to the historical company of Lincoln's Cabinet for the purpose of<br />embodying certain forces that were antagonistic to the President. This<br />was a dramatic necessity, and I chose rather …</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/Abraham-Lincoln1/'>Abraham Lincoln by John Drinkwater</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>Moon of Israel by H. Rider Haggard</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>Etext prepared by John Bickers, jbickers@ihug.co.nz<br />Dagny, dagnyj@hotmail.com<br />and Emma Dudding, emma_302@hotmail.com</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p1" href="#p1" title="Paragraph 1"></a>MOON OF ISRAEL<br />A Tale of the Exodus</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p2" href="#p2" title="Paragraph 2"></a>by H. Rider Haggard</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p3" href="#p3" title="Paragraph 3"></a>AUTHOR'S NOTE</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p4" href="#p4" title="Paragraph 4"></a>This book suggests that the real Pharaoh of the Exodus was not<br />Meneptah or Merenptah, son of Rameses the Great, but the mysterious<br />usurper, Amenmeses, who for a year or two occupied the throne between<br />the death of Meneptah and the accession of his son the heir-apparent,<br />the gentle-natured Seti II.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p5" href="#p5" title="Paragraph 5"></a>Of the fate of Amenmeses history says nothing; he may well have<br />perished in the Red Sea or rather the Sea of Reeds, for, unlike those<br />of Meneptah and the second Seti, his body has not been found.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p6" href="…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/Moon-of-Israel1/'>Moon of Israel by H. Rider Haggard</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>3. A new Acquaintance--The Stroller's Tale--A<br /> disagreeable Interruption, and an unpleasant<br /> Encounter</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p6" href="#p6" title="Paragraph 6"></a>4. A Field Day and Bivouac--More new Friends--An<br /> Invitation to the Country</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p7" href="#p7" title="Paragraph 7"></a>5. A short one--Showing, among other Matters, how<br /> Mr. Pickwick undertook to drive, and Mr. Winkle<br /> to ride, and how they both did it</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p8" href="#p8" title="Paragraph 8"></a>6. An old-fashioned Card-party--The Clergyman's<br /> verses--The Story of the Convict's Return</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p9" href="#p9" title="Paragraph 9"></a>7. How Mr. Winkle, instead of shooting at the Pigeon<br /> and killing the Crow, shot at the Crow and<br /> wounded the Pigeon; how the Dingley Dell<br /> Cricket Club played All-Muggleton, and how All-<br /> Muggleton dined at the Dingley Dell Expense;<br /> with other interesting and instructive Matters</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p10" href="#p10" title="Paragraph 10"></a>8. Strongly illustrative of the Posit…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/The-Pickwick-Papers1/'>The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>The Splendid Idle Forties by Gertrude Atherton</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>Within memory of the most gnarled and coffee-coloured Montereno never<br />had there been so exciting a race day. All essential conditions seemed<br />to have held counsel and agreed to combine. Not a wreath of fog floated<br />across the bay to dim the sparkling air. Every horse, every vaquero,<br />was alert and physically perfect. The rains were over; the dust was not<br />gathered. Pio Pico, Governor of the Californias, was in Monterey on<br />one of his brief infrequent visits. Clad in black velvet, covered with<br />jewels and ropes of gold, he sat on his big chestnut horse at the upper<br />end of the field, with General Castro, Dona Modeste Castro, and other<br />prominent Monterenos, his interest so keen that more than once the<br />official dignity relaxed, and he shouted "Brava!" with the rest.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p36" href="#p36" title="Paragraph 36"></a>And what a brilliant sight it was! The flowers had faded on the hills,<br />for June was upon them; but gayer than the hills had been was the<br />race-field of Monterey. Caballeros, with silver on their wide gray hats<br />and on their saddles of embossed leather, gold and silver embr…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/The-Splendid-Idle-Forties1/'>The Splendid Idle Forties by Gertrude Atherton</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 00:00:12 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>Black Caesar's Clan by Albert Payson Terhune</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED, MOST GRATEFULLY<br />TO MY FRIEND<br />JOHN E. PICKETT<br />EDITOR OF<br />"THE COUNTRY GENTLEMAN"</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p1" href="#p1" title="Paragraph 1"></a>FOREWORD</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p2" href="#p2" title="Paragraph 2"></a>A wiggling, brainless, slimy atom began it. He and trillions<br />of his kind. He was the Coral Worm ("Anthozoa," if you prefer).</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p3" href="#p3" title="Paragraph 3"></a>He and his tribe lived and died on the sea-bottom, successive<br />generations piling higher on the skeletons and lifework--or<br />the life-loafing, for they were lazy atoms--of those that went<br />before. At last the coral reef crawled upward until in<br />uncharted waters it was tall enough to smash a wooden<br />ship-keel.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p4" href="#p4" title="Paragraph 4"></a>Then, above the surface of the waves it nosed its way, grayish<br />white, whalebacked. From a hundred miles distant floated a<br />cigar-shaped mangrove-bud, bobbing vertically, through the<br />ocean, until it chanced…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/Black-Caesar-s-Clan1/'>Black Caesar's Clan by Albert Payson Terhune</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>Penrod and Sam by Booth Tarkington</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>Contents<br />I.   Penrod and Sam<br />II.  The Bonded Prisoner<br />III.  The Militarist<br />IV.  Bingism<br />V.   The In-Or-In<br />VI.  Georgie Becomes a Member<br />VII.  Whitey<br />VIII. Salvage<br />IX.  Reward of Merit<br />X.   Conscience<br />XI.  The Tonic<br />XII.  Gipsy<br />XIII. Concerning Trousers<br />XIV.  Camera Work in the Jungle<br />XV.  A Model Letter to a Friend<br />XVI.  Wednesday Madness<br />XVII. Penrod's Busy Day<br />XVIII. On Account of the Weather<br />XIX.  Creative Art<br />XX.  The Departing Guest<br />XXI.  Yearnings<br />XXII. The Horn of Fame<br />XXIII. The Party<br />XXIV. The Heart of Marjorie Jones</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p3" href="#p3" title="Paragraph 3"></a>CHAPTER I. PENROD AND SAM</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p4" href="#p4" title="Paragraph 4"></a>During the daylight hours of several autumn Saturdays there had<br />been severe outbreaks of cavalry in the Schofield neighbourhood.<br />The sabres were of wood; the steeds were imaginary, and both were<br />employed in a game called "bonded pri…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/Penrod-and-Sam1/'>Penrod and Sam by Booth Tarkington</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 00:00:11 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>Around Old Bethany by Robert Lee Berry</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>This small volume was first published in the year of 1925, but it has<br />been out of print for many years. The present reprint edition is in<br />response to requests for it to be in print again.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p7" href="#p7" title="Paragraph 7"></a>The main characters in this true-to-life narrative are led to Bible<br />salvation, and then step by step into the various Bible doctrines, and<br />finally to establish a congregation of the Church of God after the<br />New Testament pattern. In the meantime, the snares of false doctrines<br />which surrounded them were exposed and they were guided unerringly in<br />the truth of God's Word.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p8" href="#p8" title="Paragraph 8"></a>May the Scriptural truths set forth in this narrative enlighten every<br />reader, and arm him with "the Sword of the Spirit, which is the word<br />of God," to meet and refute the false teachings now abroad in our<br />land.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p9" href="#p9" title="Paragraph 9"></a>                  --Lawrence Pruitt<br /> Guthrie, Oklahoma<br /> May, 1968</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p10" href="#p10" title="Paragraph 10"><…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/Around-Old-Bethany1/'>Around Old Bethany by Robert Lee Berry</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 00:00:14 PDT</pubDate>
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			<title>The Desert and The Sown by Mary Hallock Foote</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>It was an evening of sudden mildness following a dry October gale. The<br />colonel had miscalculated the temperature by one log--only one, he<br />declared, but that had proved a pitchy one, and the chimney bellowed with<br />flame. From end to end the room was alight with it, as if the stored-up<br />energies of a whole pine-tree had been sacrificed in the consumption of<br />that four-foot stick.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p33" href="#p33" title="Paragraph 33"></a>The young persons of the house had escaped, laughing, into the fresh night<br />air, but the colonel was hemmed in on every side; deserted by his<br />daughter, mocked by the work of his own hands, and torn between the duties<br />of a host and the host's helpless craving for his after-dinner cigar.</p><p><a class="bookmark" id="p34" href="#p34" title="Paragraph 34"></a>Across the hearth, filling with her silks all the visible room in his own<br />favorite settle corner, sat the one woman on earth it most behooved him to<br />be civil to,--the future mother-in-law of his only child. That Moya was a<br />willing, nay, a reckless hostage, did not lessen her father's awe of the<br />situatio…</p><br /><br />Original article: <a href='http://fulltextarchive.com/page/The-Desert-and-The-Sown1/'>The Desert and The Sown by Mary Hallock Foote</a>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 00:00:11 PDT</pubDate>
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