The Iron Woman

The Iron Woman is a novel of manners by the American writer Margaret Deland (1857-1945) set in the 19th century fictional locale of Mercer, an Ohio River community that represents Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.The novel tells the story of Mrs. Maitland, a leathery old widow who owns and operates an iron mill. Her devotion to a Puritanical work ethic alienates her son Blair, who though he stands to inherit the business, is headstrong and in love with Elizabeth Ferguson, a match Mrs. Maitland...
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The Iron Woman is a novel of manners by the American writer Margaret Deland (1857-1945) set in the 19th century fictional locale of Mercer, an Ohio River community that represents Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.The novel tells the story of Mrs. Maitland, a leathery old widow who owns and operates an iron mill. Her devotion to a Puritanical work ethic alienates her son Blair, who though he stands to inherit the business, is headstrong and in love with Elizabeth Ferguson, a match Mrs. Maitland disapproves of. It was first published in installments in Harper's Monthly from November 1910 through October 1911.de Margaret DelandTéléchargeren EPUB, aussi disponible pour Kindle et en PDFCette oeuvre est dans le domaine public pour les pays où la durée est fixée à 70 ans après la mort de l'auteur ainsi que aux USA (publication avant 1923).The Iron Woman is a novel of manners by the American writer Margaret Deland set in the 19th century fictional locale of Mercer, an Ohio River community that represents Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Biography : Margaret Deland (née Margaretta Wade Campbell) (February 23, 1857 - January 13, 1945) was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet. She also wrote an autobiography in two volumes. She is generally considered part of the literary realism movement. Margaretya Wade Campbell was born in Allegheny, Pennsylvania (today a part of Pittsburgh) on February 23, 1857. Her mother died due to complications from the birth and she was left in the care of an aunt named Lois Wade and her husband Benjamin Campbell Blake.On May 12, 1880, she married Lorin F. Deland. Her husband had inherited his father's publishing company, which he sold in 1886 and worked in advertising. It was at this period she began to write, first authoring verses for her husband's greeting-card business. Her poetry collection The Old Garden was published in 1886.Deland and her husband moved to Boston, Massachusetts and, over a four year span, they took in and supported unmarried mothers at their residence at 76 Mount Vernon Street on Beacon Hill. They also maintained a summer home, Greywood, overlooking the Kennebunk River in Kennebunkport, Maine. It was in this home that Canadian actress Margaret Anglin visited in 1909 and the two women looked over Deland's manuscript for The Awakening of Helena Richie. As Anglin reported, "I never spent a pleasanter time than I did while Mrs. Deland and I chugged up and down the little Kennbunkport River in a boat, talking over the future of Helena Richie."The Delands kept their summer home in Maine for about 50 years...Short text : "Climb up in this tree, and play house!" Elizabeth Fergusoncommanded. She herself had climbed to the lowest branch ofan apple-tree in the Maitland orchard, and sat there, swingingher white-stockinged legs so recklessly that the three childrenwhom she had summoned to her side, backed away for safety."If you don't," she said, looking down at them, "I'm afraid, perhaps,maybe, I'll get mad."Her foreboding was tempered by a giggle and by the deepeningdimple in her cheek, but all the same she sighed with a sortof impersonal regret at the prospect of any unpleasantness. "Itwould be too bad if I got mad, wouldn't it?" she said thoughtfully.The others looked at one another in consternation. Theyknew so well what it meant to have Elizabeth "mad," that NannieMaitland, the oldest of the little group, said at once, helplessly,"Well."Nannie was always helpless with Elizabeth, just as she washelpless with her half-brother, Blair, though she was ten andElizabeth and Blair were only eight; but how could a little girllike Nannie be anything but helpless before a brother whomshe adored, and a wonderful being like Elizabeth?--Elizabeth!who always knew exactly what she wanted to do, and who instantly"got mad," if you wouldn't say you'd do it, too; got mad,and then repented, and hugged you and kissed you...