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Meredith Nicholson. A Hoosier Chronicle
A Hoosier Chronicle
Table of Contents
ILLUSTRATIONS
A HOOSIER CHRONICLE
CHAPTER I
MY LADY OF THE CONSTELLATIONS
CHAPTER II
SYLVIA GOES VISITING
CHAPTER III
A SMALL DINNER AT MRS. OWEN'S
CHAPTER IV
WE LEARN MORE OF SYLVIA
CHAPTER V
INTRODUCING MR. DANIEL HARWOOD
CHAPTER VI
HOME LIFE OF HOOSIER STATESMEN
CHAPTER VII
SYLVIA AT LAKE WAUPEGAN
CHAPTER VIII
SILK STOCKINGS AND BLUE OVERALLS
CHAPTER IX
DANIEL HARWOOD RECEIVES AN OFFER
CHAPTER X
IN THE BOORDMAN BUILDING
CHAPTER XI
THE MAP ABOVE BASSETT'S DESK
CHAPTER XII
BLURRED WINDOWS
CHAPTER XIII
THE WAYS OF MARIAN
CHAPTER XIV
THE PASSING OF ANDREW KELTON
CHAPTER XV
A SURPRISE AT THE COUNTRY CLUB
CHAPTER XVI
"STOP, LOOK, LISTEN"
CHAPTER XVII
A STROLL ACROSS THE CAMPUS
CHAPTER XVIII
THE KINGDOMS OF THE WORLD
CHAPTER XIX
THE THUNDER OF THE CAPTAINS
CHAPTER XX
INTERVIEWS IN TWO KEYS
CHAPTER XXI
A SHORT HORSE SOON CURRIED
CHAPTER XXII
THE GRAY SISTERHOOD
CHAPTER XXIII
A HOUSE-BOAT ON THE KANKAKEE
CHAPTER XXIV
A WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY BALL
CHAPTER XXV
THE LADY OF THE DAGUERREOTYPE
CHAPTER XXVI
APRIL VISTAS
CHAPTER XXVII
HEAT LIGHTNING
CHAPTER XXVIII
A CHEERFUL BRINGER OF BAD TIDINGS
CHAPTER XXIX
A SONG AND A FALLING STAR
CHAPTER XXX
THE KING HATH SUMMONED HIS PARLIAMENT
CHAPTER XXXI
SYLVIA ASKS QUESTIONS
CHAPTER XXXII
"MY BEAUTIFUL ONE"
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE MAN OF SHADOWS
CHAPTER XXXIV
WE GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING
A POSTSCRIPT BY THE CHRONICLER
THE END
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Meredith Nicholson
Published by Good Press, 2019
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"Your grandpa has often spoken of you, and it's mighty nice to have you here. You see a good many of us Hoosiers are Kentucky people, and your grandpa's father was. I remember perfectly well when your grandpa went to the Naval Academy; and we were all mighty proud of him in the war."
Mrs. Owen's white hair was beautifully soft and wavy, and she wore it in the prevailing manner. Her eyes narrowed occasionally with an effect of sudden dreaminess, and these momentary reveries seemed to the adoring Sylvia wholly fascinating. She spoke incisively and her voice was deep and resonant. She was exceedingly thin and wiry, and her movements were quick and nervous. Hearing the whirr of a lawn-mower in the yard she drew a pair of spectacles from a case she produced from an incredibly deep pocket, put them on, and criticized the black man below sharply for his manner of running the machine. This done, the spectacles went back to the case and the case to the pocket. In our capital a woman in a kimono may still admonish her servants from a second-story window without loss of dignity, and gentlemen holding high place in dignified callings may sprinkle their own lawns in the cool of the evening if they find delight in that cheering diversion. Joy in the simple life dies in us slowly. The galloping Time-Spirit will run us down eventually, but on Sundays that are not too hot or too cold one may even to-day count a handsome total of bank balances represented in our churches, so strong is habit in a people bred to righteousness.
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