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The Mothers Of Honoré: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
The Mothers Of Honoré: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
The Mothers Of Honoré: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899
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The Mothers Of Honoré: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899

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'The Mothers Of Honoré' is a short story by Mary Hartwell Catherwood, an author best known today for setting her works in the Midwest, for a strong interest in American dialects, and for bringing a high standard of historical accuracy to the period detail of her novels. This particular tale of hers began by introducing us to Jules McCarty who the author describes as, "... a small, old man, having the appearance of a mummied boy. His cheek-bones shone apple-red, and his partial blindness had merely the effect of a prolonged wink."
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PublisherGood Press
Release dateMar 16, 2020
ISBN4064066105631
The Mothers Of Honoré: From "Mackinac And Lake Stories", 1899

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    The Mothers Of Honoré - Mary Hartwell Catherwood

    Mary Hartwell Catherwood

    The Mothers Of Honoré

    From Mackinac And Lake Stories, 1899

    Published by Good Press, 2020

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    EAN 4064066105631

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    From Mackinac And Lake Stories, 1899

    By Mary Hartwell Catherwood

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    The sun was shining again after squalls, and the strait showed violet, green, red, and bronze lines, melting and intermingling each changing second. Metallic lustres shone as if some volcanic fountain on the lake-bed were spraying the surface. Jules McCarty stood at his gate, noting this change in the weather with one eye. He was a small, old man, having the appearance of a mummied boy. His cheek-bones shone apple-red, and his partial blindness had merely the effect of a prolonged wink. Jules was keeping melancholy holiday in his best clothes, the well-preserved coat parting its jaunty tails a little below the middle of his back.

    Another old islander paused at the gate in passing, The two men shook their heads at each other.

    I went to your wife's funeral this morning, Jules, said

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