Corra Harris

Corra Harris

Summary

Portrait of Corra Harris Corra Harris,  The Co-Citizens

“ A town without women in the streets is like a meadow without flowers, a bay tree without leaves, like the air without the wings of birds in it and the sweet sounds they make there about their feathers and affairs.
Now since four o'clock not a woman had been seen on the streets of Jordantown, if one excepted an occasional bandanna-headed negress. Not a fan had been purchased, not a paper of pins, nor a yard of lace. Trade languished. Nobody knew yet what was wrong, but every man on the square missed something.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Corra Harris Corra Harris,  The Co-Citizens

“ They are forgotten. The grass that springs above their dust is the one recurrent memory which the earth publishes of them long after the world has been eased of their presence, the fever of their prayers and hopes. It was the other way with this dim little old woman. During the whole of her life she had never done anything. She was one of those faint whispers of femininity who missed the ears of mankind and who faded into the sigh of widowhood without attracting the least attention. She was simply the "relic" of William J. Mosely, who at the time of his death was the richest man in Jordantown. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Corra Harris Corra Harris,  The Co-Citizens

“ Her face was as placid as that of a clock which has just marked the last hour of the day and has nothing to do but tick-tock until bed-time.
This was the one hour of the day when they were alone together after the children had been put to bed. They usually spent it in silence. Probably no two people in the world have as little to say to one another as a husband and wife after they have been married a dozen years. Each knows all the other thinks. They become fearful mind readers of one another's most secret thoughts.
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Source: Gutenberg

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