Hawthorne, Julian

The Subterranean Brotherhood

There is dry rot or something worse everywhere; and it is difficult to believe that anything is gained by it either for the convict or for the country. It is to be sure punishment for the former, and a bad form of punishment, but it would be grotesque to assume that it is inflicted by design of our lawmakers. It cannot be that the government deliberately proposes to destroy convicts, mind and body; on the contrary, we must suppose that it wishes to reform them and render them again useful agents in the community.

In the cell over mine at night A step goes to and fro From barred door to iron wall-- From wall to door I hear it go, Four paces, heavy and slow, In the heart of the sleeping jail: And the goad that drives, I know!

Idolatry

Manetho plans to marry Helen, the half-sister of his adopted father. When Helen marries Thor instead, Manetho kills Helen and retrieves the diamond ring which he has given her. He manages to escape detection, but will fate return to seek its vengeance on Manetho? Or will he get away with this murder?

Julian Hawthorne is the son of the famous author Nathaniel Hawthorne.

The Rose of Death and Other Mysterious Delusions

Julian Hawthorne, born in 1846, was the only son of Nathaniel Hawthorne, one of America's greatest writers. As a child, he had been fascinated by the supernatural, and his fiction dealt with the mysterious, the occult, and the gothic. Yet while Julian was a prolific writer, his works fell into almost complete neglect following his death, overshadowed by the literary shadow of his father and scandal in Julian's later life. Now Jessica Amanda Salmonson has selected eight of Julian Hawthorne's best supernatural tales, ranging from the early vampire classic Ken's Mystery' to the gothic horror of the novella Kildhurm's Oak'. There is also an extensive introductory monography by Salmonson, and a jacket illustration by Deborah McMillion-Nering. An Ash-Tree Press Limited Edition.

Bressant

Professor Valeyon regarded his visitor -- a tall and broadly built youth with quick, inquisitive eyes . . .

His name was interesting -- Bressant! And the young man was himself a strange creature: trained at home to have the most flexible and brilliant of minds -- while being left strangely ignorant of the power of love.

Unbeknownst to the professor, his daughters Sophie and Cornelia have already spotted the visitor, and sealed an agreement to never fight over the fine young man -- an agreement doomed from the start.

Bressant ranks among the best novels by historian and biographer Julian Hawthorne (1846-1934) -- the only son of Nathaniel Hawthorne.

David Poindexter's Disappearance and Other Tales

Later.--I have read all the accounts in the newspapers this morning, and all agree in putting Courtney's name among the killed. There can be no doubt about it any longer; he is dead. When the collision occurred, the car in which he vas riding was thrown across the track, and the other train crashed through it. Judging by the condition of the body when discovered, death must have been nearly instantaneous. Poor Courtney! My conscience is not at ease. Of course, I am not really responsible; that is only imagination. But I begin to suspect that my imagination has been playing me more than one trick lately.

Later.--I have read all the accounts in the newspapers this morning, and all agree in putting Courtney's name among the killed. There can be no doubt about it any longer; he is dead. When the collision occurred, the car in which he vas riding was thrown across the track, and the other train crashed through it. Judging by the condition of the body when discovered, death must have been nearly instantaneous. Poor Courtney! My conscience is not at ease. Of course, I am not really responsible; that is only imagination. But I begin to suspect that my imagination has been playing me more than one trick lately.

Idolatry: A Romance

Manetho's devotion to Helen seems unwavering; yet sometimes it is hard not to suspect a secret understanding between him and Salome. He has ceased to wear his diamond ring, and once we caught a diamond-sparkle from beneath the thick folds of lace which cover Helen's bosom; but, on the other hand, we fear his arm has been round the gypsy's graceful waist, and that she has learnt the secret of the private chamber. Is demure Manetho a flirt, or do his affections and his ambition run counter to each other? Helen would bring him the riches of this world,--but what should a clergyman care for such vanities?--while Salome is far the prettier, livelier, and more attractive woman of the two. Brother Hiero, whimsical and preoccupied, sees nothing of what is going on. He is an antiquary -- an Egyptologist -- and thereto his soul is wedded. He has no eyes nor ears for the loves of other people for one another.

Manetho's devotion to Helen seems unwavering; yet sometimes it is hard not to suspect a secret understanding between him and Salome. He has ceased to wear his diamond ring, and once we caught a diamond-sparkle from beneath the thick folds of lace which cover Helen's bosom; but, on the other hand, we fear his arm has been round the gypsy's graceful waist, and that she has learnt the secret of the private chamber. Is demure Manetho a flirt, or do his affections and his ambition run counter to each other? Helen would bring him the riches of this world,--but what should a clergyman care for such vanities?--while Salome is far the prettier, livelier, and more attractive woman of the two. Brother Hiero, whimsical and preoccupied, sees nothing of what is going on. He is an antiquary -- an Egyptologist -- and thereto his soul is wedded. He has no eyes nor ears for the loves of other people for one another.

The Laughing Mill and Other Stories