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General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1906Original Publisher: G.W. Dillingham Co.Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text.When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free.Excerpt: CHAPTER VII.They were playing dummy whist for sixpenny points -- the Rector, Captain Bertram, and Miss Joan Woodaway. They played at a table drawn fairly near to the open window of the Bertrams' drawing-room. Outside there were the sleepy June sounds -- of twilight and rusticity: clownish feet dragging home to bed, jovial voices out of tune rolling forth some scrap of a country song as the inn closed its doors and sent its topers reeling out beneath the green moon.O !1 be born a ploughman's son, an' a ploughman's son be I, An' wi' me, like my feyther, my throat be allus dry." That is the voice of Phineas Fry, the plasterer," said Miss Joan, with a fine shrug. "If it were not for that man murdering the Jubilate every Sunday morning you might see me more frequently at church, my dear Rector. I trump your ace."She put the card down with a mincing air, and delicately took a pinch of snuff from the silver-chased box at her side. The moon, through the open window, lay on her powdered head, lending it an eerie, faint green. It was an elaborately dressed head, just dashed with powder. She clung to this. These three at the card- table kept alive the vanishing traditions of the eighteenth century. They did everything -- even the very slightest things -- with a wonderful manner; as if it had all been rehearsed beforehand. In action they completely ruledout the impromptu; in speech both Miss Joan and Captain Bertram were rebels.The three at the card table made a pleasing picture of the immediate past: the Rector with his wig; the swaggering Captain with his fierce ... ... Read more

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In issuing this volume of my Mathematical Puzzles, of which some have appeared in periodicals and others are given here for the first time, I must acknowledge the encouragement that I have received from many unknown correspondents, at home and abroad, who have expressed a desire to have the problems in a collected form, with some of the solutions given at greater length than is possible in magazines and newspapers. ... Read more

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free.This is an OCR edition with typos.Excerpt from book:"Where have you been hiding?" she asked peevishly. "It was rude not to come down and speak to Mr. Poundsberry.""I've been in the morning-room, reading about a duke, a duchess, a wealthy commoner, whose extraordinary name escapes me, and a young woman called Lady ""Does he marry her?" interrupted Mrs. Pilgrim eagerly. "I was so afraid the companion—that creature with a pensive smile would ""Catch him. With a pensive smile they usually do; but— Why, mother, how flushed you are!"Mrs. Pilgrim patted her pretty cheeks with her pretty hands."It is nothing—nothing whatever," she said, with a youthful bridle.If Shalisha had ever known the experience of a flirtation she might have rightly interpreted the curious clear fire in her mother's face. But she had taken rigid celibacy as a religion when she was eighteen, and had been a devotee ever since. At eighteen her father had died. For nearly five years she had earnestly constituted herself her mother's keeper."Why does Mr. Poundsberry always come?" she asked abruptly."He can't help coming," said Mrs. Pilgrim, with a little well-bred snigger. "And you really must be civil to him—in common decency. Remember what a true friend he has been—so practical, while your poor father ""Never mind."That unctuous, fretful expression, so often repeated, "your poor father," was unbearable. But Shalisha took a forward step and lightly kissed her mother's hot cheek, reverencing her, as she always did, because she had known the honour of being his wife and the tragedy of becoming his widow.chapter{Section 4"I'd like some tea," she said, glancing at the table. "Why, you have had it, and I declare there is none left in the pot. I must have some more made.""You should have come down, dear. It is extravagance to hav... ... Read more

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"When preparing this new edition for the press, my first inclination was to withdraw a few puzzles that appeared to be of inferior interest, and to substitute others for them. But, on second thoughts, I decided to let the book stand in its original form and add extended solutions and some short notes to certain problems that have in the past involved me in correspondence with interested readers who desired additional information. " ... Read more

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In issuing this volume of my Mathematical Puzzles, of which some have appeared in periodicals and others are given here for the first time, I must acknowledge the encouragement that I have received from many unknown correspondents, at home
and abroad, who have expressed a desire to have the problems in a collected form, with some of the solutions given at greater length than is possible in magazines and newspapers. ... Read more

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"Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, ''The world that we live in, Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib; ''Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel; Let who would ''scape and be free go to his chamber and think; ''Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser; ''Tis but to go and have been.''--Come, little bark! let us go." ... Read more