{"product_id":"2940013336087","title":"THE RE-CREATION OF BRIAN KENT","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.     A REMARKABLE WOMAN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eII.    THE MAN IN THE DARK\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIII.   A MISSING LETTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIV.    THE WILL OF THE RIVER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eV.     AUNTIE SUE RECOGNIZES A GENTLEMAN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVI.    IN THE LOG HOUSE BY THE RIVER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVII.   OFFICERS OF THE LAW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVIII.  THAT WHICH IS GREATER THAN THE LAW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIX.    AUNTIE SUE'S PROPOSITION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eX.     BRIAN KENT DECIDES\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXI.    RE-CREATION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXII.   AUNTIE SUE TAKES A CHANCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIII.  JUDY TO THE RESCUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIV.   BETTY JO CONSIDERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXV.    A MATTER OF BUSINESS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVI.   THE SECRET OF AUNTIE SUE'S LIFE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVII.  AN AWKWARD SITUATION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXVIII. BETTY JO FACES HERSELF\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXIX.   JUDY'S CONFESSION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXX.    BRIAN AND BETTY JO KEEP HOUSE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXI.   THE WOMAN AT THE WINDOW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXII.  AT THE EMPIRE CONSOLIDATED SAVINGS BANK\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIII. IN THE ELBOW ROCK RAPIDS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXIV.  JUDY'S RETURN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eXXV.   THE RIVER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA REMARKABLE WOMAN.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI remember as well as though it were yesterday the first time I met\u003cbr\u003eAuntie Sue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt happened during my first roaming visit to the Ozarks, when I had\u003cbr\u003ewandered by chance, one day, into the Elbow Rock neighborhood. Twenty\u003cbr\u003eyears it was, at least, before the time of this story. She was standing\u003cbr\u003ein the door of her little schoolhouse, the ruins of which you may still\u003cbr\u003esee, halfway up the long hill from the log house by the river, where the\u003cbr\u003emost of this story was lived.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was that season of the year when the gold and brown of our Ozark\u003cbr\u003eHills is overlaid with a filmy veil of delicate blue haze and the world\u003cbr\u003eis hushed with the solemn sweetness of the passing of the summer. And as\u003cbr\u003ethe old gentlewoman stood there in the open door of that rustic temple\u003cbr\u003eof learning, with the deep-shadowed, wooded hillside in the background,\u003cbr\u003eand, in front, the rude clearing with its crooked rail fence along which\u003cbr\u003ethe scarlet sumac flamed, I thought,--as I still think, after all these\u003cbr\u003eyears,--that I had never before seen such a woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFifty years had gone into the making of that sterling character which\u003cbr\u003ewas builded upon a foundation of many generations of noble ancestors.\u003cbr\u003eWithout home or children of her own, the life strength of her splendid\u003cbr\u003ewomanhood had been given to the teaching of boys and girls. An old-maid\u003cbr\u003eschoolteacher? Yes,--if you will. But, as I saw her standing there that\u003cbr\u003eday,--tall and slender, dressed in a simple gown that was fitting to her\u003cbr\u003ework,--there was a queenly dignity, a stately sweetness, in her bearing\u003cbr\u003ethat made me feel, somehow, as if I had come unexpectedly into the\u003cbr\u003epresence of royalty. Not the royalty of caste and court and station with\u003cbr\u003etheir glittering pretenses of superiority and their superficial claims\u003cbr\u003eto distinction,--I do not mean that; I mean that true royalty which\u003cbr\u003eneeds no caste or court or station but makes itself felt because it IS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe did not notice me at first, for the noise of the children at play in\u003cbr\u003ethe yard covered the sound of my approach, and she was looking far, far\u003cbr\u003eaway, over the river which lay below at the foot of the hill; over the\u003cbr\u003eforest-clad mountains in the glory of their brown and gold; over the\u003cbr\u003evast sweep of the tree-crowned Ozark ridges that receded wave after wave\u003cbr\u003einto the blue haze until, in the vastness of the distant sky, they were\u003cbr\u003elost. And something made me know that, in the moment's respite from her\u003cbr\u003etask, the woman was looking even beyond the sky itself.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147518230768,"sku":"2940013336087","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013336087_p0.jpg?v=1763579814","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013336087","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}