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Updated: June 13, 2025
As time went on, the value of the first fellowship increased until it was worth twenty-five hundred dollars. Therefore, as with many Oxford men of his time, Charles Reade, who had no other fortune, was placed in this position if he refrained from marrying, he had a home and a moderate income for life, without any duties whatsoever.
"And every one of The Duchess and Marie Corelli, and Sir Walter Scott, and George Macdonald, and Laura Jean Libbey, and Charles Reade, and more, besides, than I can think of." "Fanny has read 'most all Tennyson," said Eva, with loyal admiration; "she likes poetry, but I don't very well. She has read most all Tennyson and Longfellow, and we've both read Queechee, and St. Elmo, and Jane Eyre."
Plays were bought outright by the managers, who were afraid to risk any considerable sum, and were very shy about risking anything at all. The system had not yet been established according to which an author receives a share of the money taken at the box-office. Consequently, Reade had little or no financial success.
"Then please don't misunderstand me, sir," Reade begged, respectfully, "but it is declined, as is proposition number one." "Do you mean to say that you are going to go on with your fool way of doing things?" "Yes, sir -until I am convinced that it is a fool way." "But I've just told you that it is," snapped Mr. Bascomb.
I could not but feel flattered by this unexpected discovery of my nature, which was no doubt due to the fact that I held in my hand one of the works of Charles Reade on social science, called "Love me Little, Love me Long," and I said, "Of some kinds, I am." "Did you ever see a work called 'Evangeline'?" "Oh, yes, I have frequently seen it."
Now, you'll wash the breakfast things, and then the dinner things, before you get even a cold bite to eat." Alf didn't protest. Now that he was back safe in camp he felt much ashamed of himself for having run away and left the camp unwatched. As soon as he had eaten his dinner Tom Reade went back to the assay furnace to improve the fire.
Newnham, who had learned in these weeks to ride a horse, came along in saddle as Tom and Harry stood watching the field camp that was now being rapidly taken down by the few men left behind. "Idling, as usual, Reade?" smiled the president of the road. "This time I seem to have a real excuse, sir," chuckled Tom. "My work is finished. There isn't a blessed thing that I could do, if I wanted to.
"My, but this fish tastes good!" murmured Tom Reade, as he picked a piece of fried perch free of the backbone and began eating it. "We'll all of us find it the best meal ever, just because we've tramped far enough and worked hard enough to make any kind of decent food taste great," Dick smiled.
"And first of all fork those guns over. You're making the air smell of sulphur." "Get back! I'm bad, I tell ye!" "You, bad; you cheap Piute from Rhode Island!" sniffed Tom contemptuously. Reaching forward, quick as a flash, Reade twisted a revolver from the fellow's left hand. "Now, pass me the other," continued Tom. "If you don't I'll wring that wooden head of yours from your neck!
"We've got to get out of here as fast as our legs will take us," Bert insisted. "Hustle before the bullets reach us." At that moment Dave Darrin broke from cover, running as fast as his legs could carry him. As he raced toward camp Darrin called: "Reade! Danny! This is Darrin. Get ready to run or fight. It's a fearful affair.
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