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Zane Grey - "Riders of the Purple Sage"

Alfred Tennyson - "The Princess"

Richard Harding Davis - "The Lost Road, etc."

Don Marquis - "Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers"

New Philadelphia Book Publisher Highlights Local Talent
Book and Publishing News from Publishers Newswire(tm)

Looking for Child to be on Cover of a New Book, 'The Model Child'
PHILADELPHIA, Pa. -- The Philadelphia literary world will celebrate the launch of two new players today, April 10th: Kay Square Press, a new publishing company focused on Philadelphia-area artists, their stories, and their art; and Kay Square's first release, 'With the Rich and Mighty: Emlen Etting of Philadelphia' (ISBN: 978-0-9815129-0-7), a critical biography by Kenneth C. Kaleta.

FlatSigned Press Alleges Don Imus Remarks Damage Legacy of President Gerald R. Ford
NEW YORK, N.Y. -- Nathan Yungerberg, an accomplished model scout and professional child photographer is launching a nation-wide casting call to find the cover model for his highly anticipated book release, 'The Model Child: A Parents Guide to the Child Modeling Industry' (ISBN: 978-0-9817018-0-6).

The Magic Egg and Other Stories

F >> Frank Stockton >> The Magic Egg and Other Stories




Miss Rosa was not there. She was a very regular attendant, but
for some reason she was absent on this momentous afternoon. I
did not say anything to him on the subject, but I knew he felt
this absence deeply.

But this cloud could not wholly overshadow his happiness. He
walked home alone, his face beaming, his eyes sparkling, and his
good bow under his arm.

That evening I called on him, for I thought that when he had
cooled down a little he would like to talk over the affair.
But he was not in. Miss Maria said that he had gone out as soon
as he had finished his dinner, which he had hurried through in a
way which would certainly injure his digestion if he kept up the
practice; and dinner was late, too, for they waited for him, and
the archery meeting lasted a long time today; and it really was
not right for him to stay out after the dew began to fall with
only ordinary shoes on, for what's the good of knowing how to
shoot a bow and arrow, if you're laid up in your bed with
rheumatism or disease of the lungs? Good old lady! She would
have kept Pepton in a green baize bag, had such a thing been
possible.

The next morning, full two hours before church-time, Pepton
called on me. His face was still beaming. I could not help
smiling.

"Your happiness lasts well," I said.

"Lasts!" he exclaimed. "Why shouldn't it last!"

"There's no reason why it should not--at least, for a week,"
I said, "and even longer, if you repeat your success."

I did not feel so much like congratulating Pepton as I had on
the previous evening. I thought he was making too much of his
badge-winning.

"Look here!" said Pepton, seating himself, and drawing his
chair close to me, "you are shooting wild--very wild indeed. You
don't even see the target. Let me tell you something. Last
evening I went to see Miss Rosa. She was delighted at my
success. I had not expected this. I thought she would be
pleased, but not to such a degree. Her congratulations were so
warm that they set me on fire."

"They must have been very warm indeed," I remarked.

"`Miss Rosa,' said I," continued Pepton, without regarding my
interruption, "`it has been my fondest hope to see you wear the
badge.' `But I never could get it, you know,' she said. `You
have got it,' I exclaimed. `Take this. I won it for you. Make
me happy by wearing it.' `I can't do that,' she said. `That is
a gentleman's badge.' `Take it,' I cried, `gentleman and all!'

"I can't tell you all that happened after that," continued
Pepton. "You know, it wouldn't do. It is enough to say that she
wears the badge. And we are both her own--the badge and I!"

Now I congratulated him in good earnest. There was a reason
for it.

"I don't owe a snap now for shooting an eagle," said Pepton,
springing to his feet and striding up and down the floor. "Let
'em all fly free for me. I have made the most glorious shot that
man could make. I have hit the gold--hit it fair in the very
centre! And what's more, I've knocked it clean out of the
target! Nobody else can ever make such a shot. The rest of you
fellows will have to be content to hit the red, the blue, the
black, or the white. The gold is mine!"

I called on the old ladies, some time after this, and found
them alone. They were generally alone in the evenings now. We
talked about Pepton's engagement, and I found them resigned.
They were sorry to lose him, but they wanted him to be happy.

"We have always known," said Miss Martha, with a little sigh,
"that we must die, and that he must get married. But we don't
intend to repine. These things will come to people." And her
little sigh was followed by a smile, still smaller.

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