Wladyslaw T. Benda, Illustrations, 2nd Part

 Frontispiece

The book was published 1911.

 When the train started for Liverpool, I counted my pennies while my aunt wept bitterly.

 Pat and Tim led me to the Charles Street dumping ground - which was the neighborhood gehenna.

I was given a broom, and then I found myself alone with Mary

 "Peter-one-leg-and-a-half" led us at night over high board fences.

 The spinners would not stop their mules while I cleaned the wheels

 He plucked the venerable beard of a somnolent hebrew

The gang began to hold "Surprise Parties" for the girls in the mill

THE HOUSE OF MAPUHI 

by  Jack London

"I want a house", said Maphui

"You are lucky ", he said. "It is a nice pearl. I will give a credit on the books."

Several hundred persons of all ages and sexes were congregated about the captain's dwelling

It had long since passed beyond all his experience of wind.

On the eighteenth day she launched the canoe through the surf.

Wladyslaw T. Benda, Illustrations, 1st Part

Władysław Teodor "W.T." Benda (January 15, 1873, Poznań, Poland (Posen, German Empire) – November 30, 1948, Newark, New Jersey, United States) was a Polish painter, illustrator, and designer.

The son of musician Jan Szymon Benda, and a nephew of the actress Helena Modrzejewska (known in the United States as Helena Modjeska), W.T. Benda studied art at the Kraków College of Technology and Art in his native Poland and at the School of Fine Arts in Vienna, Austria. He came to the United States in 1899 to visit his Aunt Helena, who then lived in California. He stayed, and moved to New York City in 1902, where he attended the Art Students League of New York and the William Merritt Chase School. While there, Benda studied under Robert Henri and Edward Penfield.

He joined the Society of Illustrators in 1907, the Architectural League in 1916, and became a naturalized American in 1911. He was also a member of the National Society of Mural Painters.(Wikipedia)

Wladyslaw T. Benda

THE HEART OF AN ORPHAN BY AMANDA MATHEWS

McClure's Magazine  No. 3, 1910

 "Dear Mother of my heart, - "

 Isabella

 "I ran for the letters and put them in your hand"

 "When I got to her house I never saw such a durty kitshen"

 "You took me on your lap like I was a little orfun"

 " 'O WHITE MASTERS, PUT MUCH WHEIGHT ON BLACK SHOULDERS', THEY SANG"

 "LOOKING TO SEE WHERE THE BLADE HAD LANDED, HE FOUND IT TRANSFIXING A LONG, BROWN HAND"

 " 'THE GOVERNOR'S NAME IS PELL WALL' WAS THE MESSAGE"

"HE TOOK A PECIL AND WROTE ON THE STAINED WALL"

CLOSE BY A TRENCH IN WHICH A SOLDIER WAS BUSY SHOOTING THERE RANG OUT A REPORT