Bailey Temple -
Irene Temple Bailey (c.1885 – July 6, 1953) was an American novelist and short story writer. Beginning around 1902, Temple Bailey was contributing stories to national magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post, Cavalier Magazine, Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, McClure's, Woman's Home Companion, Good Housekeeping, McCall's and others. In 1914, Bailey wrote the screenplay for the Vitagraph Studios film Auntie, and two of her books were filmed. She also had three of her books on the list of bestselling novels in the United States in 1918, 1922, and 1926 as determined by Publishers Weekly.
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The Trumpeter Swan
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A1920 novel by Irene Temple Bailey, an American novelist and short story writer.
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The Tin Soldier
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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: CHAPTER II CINDERELLA The next time that Jean saw Him was at the theater. She and her father went to worship at the shrine of Maude Adams, and He was there. It was Jean's yearly treat. There were, of course, other plays. But since her very-small-girlhood, there had been always that red-letter night when " The Little Minister" or " Hop-o'-my- Thumb" or " Peter Pan" had transported her straight from the real world to that whimsical, tender, delightful realm where Barrie reigns. Peter Pan had been the climax! Do you believe in fairies? Of course she did. And so did Miss Emily. And so did her father, except in certain backsliding moments. But Hilda didn't. Tonight it was "A Kiss for Cinderella"! The very name had been enough to set Jean's cheeks burning and her eyes shining. " Do you remember, Daddy, that I was six when I first saw her, and she's as young as ever? " " Younger." It was at such moments that the Doctor was at his best. The youth in him matchedthe youth in his daughter. They were boy and girl together. And now the girl on the stage, whose undying youth made her the interpreter of dreams for those who would never grow up, wove her magic spells of tears and laughter. It was not until the first satisfying act was over that Jean drew a long breath and looked about her. The house was packed. The old theater with its painted curtain had nothing modern to recommend it. But to Jean's mind it could not have been improved. She wanted not one thing changed. For years and years she had sat in her favorite seat in the seventh row of the parquet and had loved the golden proscenium arch, the painted goddesses, the red velvet hangings she had thrilled to the voice and gesture of the artists who had played to please her. There had been "Wang" and "Th...
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Mistress Anne
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One of the most famous works of Irene Temple Bailey (1885 –1953), an American novelist and short story writer. Her novel “Mistress Anne” was published in 1917.
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The Trumpeter Swan
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A1920 novel by Irene Temple Bailey, an American novelist and short story writer.
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The Tin Soldier
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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: CHAPTER II CINDERELLA The next time that Jean saw Him was at the theater. She and her father went to worship at the shrine of Maude Adams, and He was there. It was Jean's yearly treat. There were, of course, other plays. But since her very-small-girlhood, there had been always that red-letter night when " The Little Minister" or " Hop-o'-my- Thumb" or " Peter Pan" had transported her straight from the real world to that whimsical, tender, delightful realm where Barrie reigns. Peter Pan had been the climax! Do you believe in fairies? Of course she did. And so did Miss Emily. And so did her father, except in certain backsliding moments. But Hilda didn't. Tonight it was "A Kiss for Cinderella"! The very name had been enough to set Jean's cheeks burning and her eyes shining. " Do you remember, Daddy, that I was six when I first saw her, and she's as young as ever? " " Younger." It was at such moments that the Doctor was at his best. The youth in him matchedthe youth in his daughter. They were boy and girl together. And now the girl on the stage, whose undying youth made her the interpreter of dreams for those who would never grow up, wove her magic spells of tears and laughter. It was not until the first satisfying act was over that Jean drew a long breath and looked about her. The house was packed. The old theater with its painted curtain had nothing modern to recommend it. But to Jean's mind it could not have been improved. She wanted not one thing changed. For years and years she had sat in her favorite seat in the seventh row of the parquet and had loved the golden proscenium arch, the painted goddesses, the red velvet hangings she had thrilled to the voice and gesture of the artists who had played to please her. There had been "Wang" and "Th...
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Mistress Anne
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One of the most famous works of Irene Temple Bailey (1885 –1953), an American novelist and short story writer. Her novel “Mistress Anne” was published in 1917.
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Judy
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A classic American novel from the prolific best-selling American novelist and short story writer. --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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Glory of Youth
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Illustrated by Henry Hutt and C. S. Corson --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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The Gay Cockade
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FRONTISPIECE BY C. E. CHAMBERS --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
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Contrary Mary
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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: CHAPTER III In Which a Lonely Wayfarer Becomes Monarch of All He Surveys ; and in Which One Who Might Have Been Presented as the Hero of This Tale is Forced, Through No Fault of His Own, to Take His Chances With the Rest. WHEN Roger Poole came a week later to the big house on the hill, it was on a rainy day. He carried his own bag, and was let in at the lower door by Susan Jenks. Her smiling brown face gave him at once a sense of homeyness. She led the way through the wide hall and up the front stairs, crisp and competent in her big white apron and black gown. As he followed her, Roger was aware that the house had lost its effulgence. The flowers were gone, and the radiance, and the stairs that the silken ladies had once ascended showed, at closer range, certain signs of shabbiness. The carpet was old and mended. There was a chilliness about the atmosphere, as if the fire, too, needed mending. But when Susan Jenks opened the door of the Tower Room, he was met by warmth and brightness. Here was the light of leaping flames and of a low-shaded lamp. On the table beside the lampwas a pot of pink hyacinths, and their fragrance made the air sweet. The inner room was no longer a rosy bower, but a man's retreat, with its substantial furniture, its simplicity, its absence of non-essentials. In this room Roger set down his bag, and Susan Jenks, hanging big towels and little ones in the bathroom, drawing the curtains, and coaxing the fire, flitted cozily back and forth for a few minutes and then withdrew. It was then that Roger surveyed his domain. He was monarch of all of it. The big chair was his to rest in, the fire was his, the low lamp, all the old friends in the bookcases ! He went again into the inner room. The glass candlesticks were gone and the photographs in t...
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