Word: fletcherism
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...Beaupre W. D. Carter '31 LE PATER Rose Miss Elizabeth Lyman Zelie Miss Elizabeth Moller La Voisine Miss Constance Harper Le Cure F. G. Shaw '31 Jacques Leroux E. P. Ettin '28 Un Officier J. S. P. Archer '30 RIVAL POUR RIRE Marie Miss Nancy Crocker Albert E. S. Fletcher '31 Gaston W. B. Cowen...
Died. The Rev. Dr. Charles Fletcher Dole, 82, father of Pacific air race sponsor, James Drummond Dole (TIME, Aug. 22, et seq.); at Boston, Mass. While his son grew rich farming good Hawaiian pineapples, the Rev. Dr. Dole penned improving tracts: Early Hebrew Stories, Noble Womanhood, Jesus and the Men about Him, The Religion of a Gentleman, My 80 Years...
Emily's mother had never been able to forget the horror of poverty that had been her childhood. Even in Stephen Fletcher's life, spending money had been impossible for her. "She would dream of an immediate trip to Washington to buy fine things, such as new cloth for upholstering the furniture; then, by a natural impulse, she would touch the plush of the chair on which she sat and say to herself, 'But this is still very good.' " Her mother's arrival filled her with dread. "There was no true bond of affection between...
Before long, Mrs. Elliot became an invalid. She would call Emily into her room and the two of them would discuss Mrs. Fletcher. Emily was too weak to oppose her mother's economies that took, among other things, the form of selling the furniture and buying clothes at second-hand sales. Mrs. Elliot would push herself up in bed and stare at the pale, frightened child. "She clutched her granddaughter's wrist and shook her arm 'Don't you understand? You must resist her. . . . Why, if I were your age, knowing her as I do, knowing...
...cold rooms, life trickled on in Avarice House. Emily would walk through the halls counting the furniture that would be hers, when her mother died. Mrs. Fletcher would tighten her lips and help the cook to scrub the floors and bake the bread. The old invalid would lie upstairs, her mind full of a thin despair and a narrow, terrible enmity. At last, one afternoon, Emily came in to find her grandmother dead. Whether her mother had found the medicine which Mrs. Elliot had expected her to provide, could not be told. Perhaps she had discovered some drug to still...