Maudlin purple prose

Yellow Butterflies is here and I've read it, all 73 pages. Its evil magic still casts its spell. When the little boy was eleven years old, his father died. That, I'd remembered wrong. I'd forgotten that the butterflies are of a specific species, unclouded sulphur. And it was a year after the dedication of the Tomb of the Unknown that the sign came. Otherwise, the effects remain. This edition is really a photoreproduction of the original publication. The copyright is from 1922, jointly held by Charles Scribner's Sons and The Curtis Publishing Co., which would seem to imply that this story first appeared in the pages of The Saturday Evening Post or perhaps The Ladies' Home Journal. Here're my earlier entries: Yellow Butterflies one and Yellow Butterflies two. Kessinger Publishing has a lot to answer for! I suspect that many, many others remember this story or it would not have been reprinted. Kessinger may sell to the home-schoolers. It's not at all a surprise to see that there are eight titles by Edward Everett Hale. Items by Gelett Burgess. Bulwer Lytton. And, of course, Robert Service. The list goes on. I hope to have a little time soon to investigate the catalogue more thoroughly.