The Collected Works Of Grace Livingston Hill

DigiCat presents to you the meticulously edited and formatted collection of the greatest works by Grace Livingston Hill: Marcia Schuyler Phoebe Deane Miranda A Daily Rate According to the Pattern Aunt Crete's Emancipation Cloudy Jewel The City of Fire Dawn of the Morning Exit Betty Lo, Michael! The Mystery of Mary The Search The Witness An Unwilling Guest The Red Signal The Story of a Whim The Tryst The Big Blue Soldier The Best Man Tomorrow About This Time Not Under the Law

E-artnow presents to you the meticulously edited and formatted collection of the greatest historical romances by Grace Livingston Hill: The Enchanted Barn Marcia Schuyler Phoebe Deane Miranda The Witness A Daily Rate According to the Pattern Aunt Crete's Emancipation Cloudy Jewel The City of Fire Dawn of the Morning Exit Betty Lo, Michael! The Mystery of Mary The Search An Unwilling Guest The Red Signal The Story of a Whim The Tryst The Big Blue Soldier Because of Stephen The Girl From Montana The Man of the Desert A Voice in the Wilderness The War Romance of the Salvation Army Ariel Custer Coming Through the Rye A Chautauqua Idyl A New Name The Best Man Tomorrow About This Time Not Under the Law

Grace Livingston Hill (1865 - 1947) was an early 20th-century novelist and wrote both under her real name and the pseudonym Marcia Macdonald. She wrote over 100 novels and numerous short stories. Her characters were most often young female Christian women or those who become so within the confines of the story. Hill's messages are quite simplistic in nature: good versus evil. As Hill believed the Bible was very clear about what was good and evil in life, she reflected that cut-and-dried design in her own works. She wrote about a variety of different subjects, almost always with a romance worked into the message and often essential to the return to grace on the part of one or several characters. In this book: The Enchanted Barn The Girl from Montana A Voice in the Wilderness Exit Betty Cloudy Jewel The Mystery of Mary Marcia Schuyler

DigiCat presents to you this meticulously edited and formatted collection of the greatest works by Grace Livingston Hill: Marcia Schuyler Phoebe Deane Miranda A Daily Rate According to the Pattern Aunt Crete's Emancipation Cloudy Jewel The City of Fire Dawn of the Morning Exit Betty Lo, Michael! The Mystery of Mary The Search The Witness An Unwilling Guest The Red Signal The Story of a Whim The Tryst The Big Blue Soldier April Gold A New Name A Girl to Come Home To Blue Ruin Ariel Custer Duskin Crimson Mountain Coming Through the Rye The Chance of a Lifetime By the Way of the Silverthorns Bright Arrows Astra Beauty for Ashes The Patch of Blue Through These Fires All Through the Night More Than Conqueror Found Treasure Crimson Roses Head of the House A Chautauqua Idyl A Sevenfold Trouble Boy From Thyatira A Journey of Discovery Beginning at Jerusalem Hazel Cunningham's Denial Because of Stephen The Girl From Montana The Man of the Desert A Voice in the Wilderness The Enchanted Barn The War Romance of the Salvation Army Kerry Brentwood

Good Press presents to you this meticulously edited and formatted collection of the greatest works by Grace Livingston Hill: Marcia Schuyler Phoebe Deane Miranda A Daily Rate According to the Pattern Aunt Crete's Emancipation Cloudy Jewel The City of Fire Dawn of the Morning Exit Betty Lo, Michael! The Mystery of Mary The Search The Witness An Unwilling Guest The Red Signal The Story of a Whim The Tryst The Big Blue Soldier April Gold A New Name A Girl to Come Home To Blue Ruin Ariel Custer Duskin Crimson Mountain Coming Through the Rye The Chance of a Lifetime By the Way of the Silverthorns Bright Arrows Astra Beauty for Ashes The Patch of Blue Through These Fires All Through the Night More Than Conqueror Found Treasure Crimson Roses Head of the House A Chautauqua Idyl A Sevenfold Trouble Boy From Thyatira A Journey of Discovery Beginning at Jerusalem Hazel Cunningham's Denial Because of Stephen The Girl From Montana The Man of the Desert A Voice in the Wilderness The Enchanted Barn The War Romance of the Salvation Army Kerry Brentwood The Best Man Tomorrow About This Time Not Under the Law

Betty, alone in the midst of her bridal finery, shrank back from the gaze of the curious onlookers, seeming very small like a thing of the air caught in a mesh of the earth. She had longed all day for this brief respite from everyone, but it had passed before she could concentrate her thoughts. She started forward, a flame of rose for an instant in her white cheeks, but gone as quickly. Her eyes reminded one of the stars among the far-away clouds on a night of fitful storm with only glimpses of their beauty in breaks of the overcast sky. Her small hands gripped one another excitedly, and the sweet lips were quivering.

"WHO'S at the front door?" asked Luella's mother, coming in from the kitchen with a dish-towel in her hand. "I thought I heard the door-bell." "Luella's gone to the door," said her sister from her vantage-point at the crack of the sitting-room door. "It looks to me like a telegraph boy." "It couldn't be, Crete," said Luella's mother impatiently, coming to see for herself. "Who would telegraph now that Hannah's dead?"

Shirley Hollister pushed back the hair from her hot forehead, pressed her hands wearily over tired eyes, then dropped her fingers again to the typewriter keys, and flew on with the letter she was writing. There was no one else in the inner office where she sat. Mr. Barnard, the senior member of the firm, whose stenographer she was, had stepped into the outer office for a moment with a telegram which he had just received. His absence gave Shirley a moment's respite from that feeling that she must keep strained up to meet his gaze and not let trouble show in her eyes, though a great lump was choking in her throat and the tears stung her hot eyelids and insisted on blurring her vision now and then. But it was only for an instant that she gave way. Her fingers flew on with their work, for this was an important letter, and Mr. Barnard wanted it to go in the next mail. As she wrote, a vision of her mother's white face appeared to her between the lines, the mother weak and white, with tears on her cheeks and that despairing look in her eyes. Mother hadn't been able to get up for a week. It seemed as if the cares of life were getting almost too much for her, and the warm spring days made the little brick house in the narrow street a stifling place to stay. There was only one small window in mother's room, opening against a brick wall, for they had had to rent the front room with its two windows. But, poor as it was, the little brick house had been home; and now they were not to have that long. Notice had been served that they must vacate in four weeks; for the house, in fact, the whole row of houses in which it was situated, had been sold, and was to be pulled down to make way for a big apartment-house that was to be put up. Where they were going and what they were going to do now was the great problem that throbbed on Shirley's weary brain night and day, that kept her from sleeping and eating, that choked in her throat when she tried to speak to Mr. Barnard, that stared from her feverish eyes as she looked at the sunshine on the street or tried to work in the busy monotony of the office.