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Collecting the best of the author's strange tales - including 'The White Shawl', which was unpublished during her lifetime - this volume casts a light on an underappreciated contributor to weird fiction and the shadowy corners of a dark imagination.

Reproduction of the original: Doc Gordon by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman

Reproduction of the original: "Doc." Gordon by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman

The 6 stories in this collection add a new dimension to the fictional portrayal of New England life. The author's apparently simple, declarative prose moves the reader convincingly into a world where ghosts dwell and evil is real. These stories contain buried comments on the life of women at the turn of the century. By the author of Pembroke.

Excerpt from Doc GordonIT was very early in the morning, it was scarcely dawn, when the young man started upon a walk of twenty-five miles to reach Al ton, where he was to be assistant to the one physician in the place, Doctor Thomas Gor don, or as he was familiarly called, Doc. Gordon. The young man's name was James Elliot. He had just graduated, and this was to be his first experience in the practice of his profession of medicine. He was in ...

I said that I did not know Mrs. Liscom was going to take boarders, I was very much surprised. "I suppose she thought she would earn some money and have some extra things, " said Mrs. Jones. "It must have been that, " said Mrs. Ketchum, panting -- she was almost out of breath -- "for, of course, the Liscoms don't need the money." I laughed and said I thought not. I felt a little pride about it, because Mrs. Liscom was a second cousin of my husb...

Never mind, ladies, " said Arthur Carroll. "There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad. I remember neither names nor faces. If I should meet you on the street, and should fail to recognize you on that account, I trust that you will pardon me. And --" said Captain Carroll, "on that account, I will not say anything about your call to the ladies of my family, I should be sure to get it all wrong. We...

Lottie opened the door, and a masculine voice was heard. Mrs. Slade had a storm-porch, so no one could look directly into the hall. "Is Mrs. Slade at home?" inquired the voice distinctly. The ladies looked at one another, and Miss Bessy Dicky's reading was unheard. They all knew who spoke. Lottie appeared with a crimson face, bearing a little ostentatious silver plate with a card. Mrs. Slade adjusted her lorgnette, looked at the card, and appe...

Then came the sun, upheaving above the horizon like a ship of glory, and all the whiteness burned, and glowed, and radiated jewel-lights. James looked about with the delight of a discoverer. It might have been his first morning. He begun to meet men going to their work, swinging tin dinner-pails. Even these humble pails became glorified, they gave back the sunlight like burnished silver. He smelled the odors of breakfast upon the men's clothes...

Maria's mother was originally from New England, and her conscience was abnormally active. Her father was of New Jersey, and his conscience, while no one would venture to say that it was defective, did not in the least interfere with his enjoyment of life. "Oh, well, Abby, " her father would reply, easily, when her mother expressed her distress that she was unable to work as she had done, "we shall manage somehow. Don't worry, Abby." Worry in a...

Mrs. Solomon Black had revealed the state of affairs, that morning. "You may as well know, " said she. "There ain't a cent to pay you, and I said when you came that if we couldn't pay for gospel privileges we should all take to our closets and pray like Sam Hill, and no charge, but they wouldn't listen to me, though I spoke right out in conference meeting and it's seldom a woman does that, you know. Folks in this place have been hanging onto t...

Mrs. Solomon Black had revealed the state of affairs, that morning. "You may as well know, " said she. "There ain't a cent to pay you, and I said when you came that if we couldn't pay for gospel privileges we should all take to our closets and pray like Sam Hill, and no charge, but they wouldn't listen to me, though I spoke right out in conference meeting and it's seldom a woman does that, you know. Folks in this place have been hanging onto t...

Lottie opened the door, and a masculine voice was heard. Mrs. Slade had a storm-porch, so no one could look directly into the hall. "Is Mrs. Slade at home?" inquired the voice distinctly. The ladies looked at one another, and Miss Bessy Dicky's reading was unheard. They all knew who spoke. Lottie appeared with a crimson face, bearing a little ostentatious silver plate with a card. Mrs. Slade adjusted her lorgnette, looked at the card, and appe...

Maria's mother was originally from New England, and her conscience was abnormally active. Her father was of New Jersey, and his conscience, while no one would venture to say that it was defective, did not in the least interfere with his enjoyment of life. "Oh, well, Abby, " her father would reply, easily, when her mother expressed her distress that she was unable to work as she had done, "we shall manage somehow. Don't worry, Abby." Worry in a...

Never mind, ladies, " said Arthur Carroll. "There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad. I remember neither names nor faces. If I should meet you on the street, and should fail to recognize you on that account, I trust that you will pardon me. And --" said Captain Carroll, "on that account, I will not say anything about your call to the ladies of my family, I should be sure to get it all wrong. We...

Then came the sun, upheaving above the horizon like a ship of glory, and all the whiteness burned, and glowed, and radiated jewel-lights. James looked about with the delight of a discoverer. It might have been his first morning. He begun to meet men going to their work, swinging tin dinner-pails. Even these humble pails became glorified, they gave back the sunlight like burnished silver. He smelled the odors of breakfast upon the men's clothes...

I said that I did not know Mrs. Liscom was going to take boarders, I was very much surprised. "I suppose she thought she would earn some money and have some extra things, " said Mrs. Jones. "It must have been that, " said Mrs. Ketchum, panting -- she was almost out of breath -- "for, of course, the Liscoms don't need the money." I laughed and said I thought not. I felt a little pride about it, because Mrs. Liscom was a second cousin of my husb...

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Excerpt from Doc GordonIT was very early in the morning, it was scarcely dawn, when the young man started upon a walk of twenty-five miles to reach Al ton, where he was to be assistant to the one physician in the place, Doctor Thomas Gor don, or as he was familiarly called, Doc. Gordon. The young man's name was James Elliot. He had just graduated, and this was to be his first experience in the practice of his profession of medicine. He was in ...