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Belle Kanaris Maniates
Belle K. Maniates was an American author active in the early 20th century, known for her sentimental and domestic fiction. Her best-known works include "Amarilly of Clothes-Line Alley" (1915), which became popular for its portrayal of a spunky working-class girl, and its sequel "Amarilly in Love" (1917). Maniates often focused on themes of love, family, and perseverance, appealing to readers with her warm, uplifting storytelling. Her books enjoyed wide readership during her time, though she has largely faded from mainstream literary recognition today.
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CHAPTER I The tiny, trivial touch of Destiny that caused the turn in Amarilly's fate-tide came one morning when, in her capacity as assistant to the scrub ladies at the Barlow Stock Theatre, she viewed for the first time the dress rehearsal of A Terrible Trial. Heretofore the patient little plodder had found in her occupation only the sordid satisfaction of drawing her wages, but now the...
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About Silvia and Myself Some people have children born unto them, some acquire children and others have children thrust upon them. Silvia and I are of the last named class. We have no offspring of our own, but yesterday, today, and forever we have those of our neighbor. We were born and bred in the same little home-grown city and as a small boy, even, I was Silvia’s worshiper, but perforce a...
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CHAPTER I Across lots to the Brumble farm came the dusty apparition of a boy, a tousle-headed, freckle-faced, gaunt-eyed little fellow, clad in a sort of combination suit fashioned from a pair of overalls and a woman’s shirtwaist. In search of “Miss M’ri,” he looked into the kitchen, the henhouse, the dairy, and the flower garden. Not finding her in any of these accustomed places, he stood...
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