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Emerson Hough (1857-1923) was an American author best known for writing western stories and historical novels.Hough was born in Newton, Iowa on June 28, 1857. He was in Newton High School's first graduating class of three in 1875. He graduated from the University of Iowa with a bachelor's degree in philosophy in 1880 and later studied law and was admitted to the bar in 1882. His first article, "Far From The Madding Crowd," was published in Forest and Stream in 1882

Excerpt from The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains For two years Colonel Fairfax had been with his regiment, fighting for what he considered the welfare of his country and for the institutions in Whose justice he had been taught to believe. There remained at the old Fairfax home in Louisburg only the wife of Colonel Fairfax and the son Henry, the latter chafing at a part which seemed to him so obviously ignoble. One by one his comrades, even younger than himself, departed and joined the army hastening forward toward the throbbing guns. Spirited and proud, restive under com parisons which he had never heard but always dreaded to hear, Henry Fairfax begged his mother to let him go, though still She said, Not yet. But the lines of the enemy tightened ever about Louisburg. Then came a day - a fatal day fraught with the tidings of what seemed a double death. The wife of Colonel Henry Fairfax was grande dame that day, when she buried her hus band and sent away her son. There were yet tradi tions to support. Henry Fairfax said good-bye to Mary Ellen upon the gallery of the old home, beneath a solemn. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.