A.L.O.E. Short Stories

“Black Yarn and Blue” written by Charlotte Maria Tucker (A.L.O.E.) is about being thankful and positive. --------------------------------------- Softly outside Mary’s cottage fell the rain, the gentle April rain; and round and round went the wheel within the cottage, where Mary sat at her spinning. Never did her husband wear a pair of socks that was not of Mary’s spinning and knitting. The hum of the cottager’s busy wheel was a pleasant sound; and cheerful and bright looked Mary’s face as she busily spun her blue yarn.But the face of her son Jemmy was neither cheerful nor bright, as he sat,...

“Edith and Her Ayah” written by Charlotte Maria Tucker (A.L.O.E.) is about turning the heart of an Indian nurse to Christ. ------------------------------- “Mamma,” said little Edith, looking up from the toys with which she was playing at the feet of her mother,—“mamma, why does Motee Ayah never come in to prayers?” Mrs. Tuller was seated at her desk in the large room of her bungalow (house) in India. The day was hot; the blazing sun shone with fiery glare; but the light came into the room so much softened by green blinds and half-closed shutters, that the place was so dark...

“The Brother's Return” written by Charlotte Maria Tucker (A.L.O.E.) is about the heartache of anger and bitterness between brothers. ------------------------------------- “I could have been sure that John’s house stood here,” murmured Ralph Daines to himself as he looked around. “I know that it stood by the turn of a road, just as one came in sight of the church, and that it had a clump of trees in front, just like these before me. Ah! well, well,” he added, “it’s more than twenty years since I turned away from my brother’s door—turned away in anger—and twenty years will bring changes....

“The Backward Swing” written by Charlotte Maria Tucker (A.L.O.E.), is about happiness and vanity. -------------------------------------- What! can my darling say that she is not happy, when I thought that I had left her nothing to wish for?” was the gentle reproof of Lady Milicent Brooks, as she fondly stroked the long hair of her spoilt little girl. “No; I’m not happy at all,” muttered Milly, pettishly, drawing back her head from the gentle caress of her mother. “Why, you told me, my child, that if I would allow you to join the picnic party in Haylands Meadows, you would be...