Written by Gertrude Atherton

The Crystal Cup

by Gertrude Atherton

Gita made a face in the heavy shade of the bed-hangings, but replied politely: “I am glad to be here, grandmother, and when it’s my turn to die I’ll take all the time I choose.” She had a crisp clear voice and a staccato delivery, which she made no attempt to modify in the sick-room, and the old lady frowned. The gray old voice, with its sudden mom..

A Whirl Asunder

by Gertrude Atherton

Clive had spent seven days on the ocean, three in the furious energy of New York, and six on a transcontinental train, whose discomforts made him wonder if he had a moral right to enter the embarrassing state of matrimony with a temper hopelessly soured. As he had come to California to marry, and as his betrothed was at a hotel in the northern redw..