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    Kilmeny of the Orchard
    Kilmeny of the Orchard
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    Kilmeny of the Orchard

    By Lucy Maud Montgomery

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    'Eric Marshall has arrived on Prince Edward Island to take on the role of schoolmaster for a short while. Once there he meets the astonishingly beautiful and wonderfully mysterious Kilmeny. However, Kilmeny’s curious affliction holds her back from true happiness. Can the young couple overcome the odds set out against them?

    This early work by Lucy Maud Montgomery was originally published in 1910 and we are now republishing it with a brand new introductory biography.

    Lucy Maud Montgomery was born on 30th November 1874, New London, in the Canadian province of Prince Edward Island. Her mother, Clara Woolner (Macneil), died before Lucy reached the age of two and so she was raised by her maternal grandparents in a family of wealthy Scottish immigrants. In 1908 Montgomery produced her first full-length novel, titled 'Anne of Green Gables'. It was an instant success, and following it up with several sequels, Montgomery became a regular on the best-seller list and an international household name.

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    PublisherWhite Press
    Release dateApr 24, 2015
    ISBN9781473373846
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    Lucy Maud Montgomery

    L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery (1874-1942) was a Canadian author who published 20 novels and hundreds of short stories, poems, and essays. She is best known for the Anne of Green Gables series. Montgomery was born in Clifton (now New London) on Prince Edward Island on November 30, 1874. Raised by her maternal grandparents, she grew up in relative isolation and loneliness, developing her creativity with imaginary friends and dreaming of becoming a published writer. Her first book, Anne of Green Gables, was published in 1908 and was an immediate success, establishing Montgomery's career as a writer, which she continued for the remainder of her life.

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    • 3/5
      Very sweet - a bit too sweet for me. Love at first sight, though it is supported by spending a good deal of time together before they realize/admit their love. Huge, overwhelming, terrible obstacles that just fade away or are very conveniently (or magically) dealt with. And poor Neil - even aside from the author's conviction that his Italian blood controlled his attitude and behavior more than his PEI upbringing. Anne came as an orphan and became family; Neil was born there and never became family. Not worth rereading.
    • 3/5
      Kilmeny of the Orchard by L.M. Montgomery is a short, overly sweet love story about a young man who falls in love with a mute girl. This girl is Kilmeny, a great beauty but who never learned to speak. Due to the shortness of the book, the characters are never fully developed although we are told many times that the young man is rich and handsome whereas Kilmeny is described as perfection itself (although I found her to be rather naive and boring). They appear to fall in love with each other based solely on looks which makes the whole story seem shallow.To my mind the most interesting character in the story was Neil. He was abandoned as a baby by Italian tinkers and raised along with Kilmeny by her aunt and uncle. He is also in love with her and takes it very badly when she falls in love with the young school master. He is treated much like a hired hand by the people who raised him and they also consider him having ideas above his station when they learn of his feelings for Kilmeny. I felt very sorry for this boy who grew up always being treated as a low class foreigner. I found the whole “disabled girl who is able to miraculously speak perfectly when she needs to” very far-fetched. Unfortunately Kilmeny of the Orchard has neither the charm nor the humor of the Anne books to help the reader accept the improbable plot. This is one book that should have simply stayed up on the shelf.
    • 4/5
      This novella has at the heart of its conflict an emotional trauma and while there are hints at other obstacles, unlike more modern romantic stories, the path of this love story is not tainted by distrust or misunderstandings. This isn't my favorite story - there's no humor and some unpleasant attitudes towards "foreigners". But there are some moments of sweetness too.
    • 4/5
      another deliteful LM Montgomery read - this one definitely quick at 134 pages! started it at the dr's waiting for my appointment and completed by afternoon.
      the typical heartwarming human interest story set in the Prince Edward Island community of Lindsay. it begins with Eric Marshall graduation with future planned for family business, circumvented by a friend's request to fill in for just one final month of schoolteaching... a greater plan at work for Eric's future and that of other island residents that include mystery and romance with some serious resistance that needs to be over ruled.
    • 3/5
      Published in 1910, Kilmeny of the Orchard was L.M. Montgomery's third novel, following upon her beloved children's classic Anne of Green Gables (1908), and its first sequel, Anne of Avonlea (1909). A thoroughly romantic tale, it owes more - in both style and narrative content - to the sentimental novels of the late nineteenth-century, than any of her other works. The tale of Eric Marshall - a wealthy young college graduate who takes a teaching position on Prince Edward Island to oblige a friend, and who falls deeply in love with a beautiful mute girl named Kilmeny Gordon - it follows a fairly standard formula, in which the obstacles to marital bliss are overcome in dramatic and unlikely ways, and the unworthy disappear conveniently from the scene.Beautifully written as it is - and I find it quite an enjoyable book on many levels - Kilmeny of the Orchard is a somewhat problematic text for me, owing to Montgomery's apparent eugenist leanings, manifest in frequent references to the importance of bloodline, and of racial and/or ethnic heritage. Surfacing early on in the story, when Eric discusses issues of heredity with his cousin David Baker, it is a theme most fully explored in the character of Neil Gordon - the Gordon's adopted Italian son. Confronting Neil at one point, Eric thinks: "He was working himself up into a fury again - the untamed fury of the Italian peasant thwarted in his heart's desire. It overrode all the restraint of his training and environment."As much as this unfortunate belief in innate ethnic and national qualities was the product of its time and place, so too was the insistence on the heroine's spotless virtue and complete unworldly innocence. Kilmeny - whose unsurpassed beauty seems to be one of her chief virtues - is described as a child, until Eric's kiss makes her a woman. She is trusting and naive, obedient and utterly passive. Her one moment of self-assertion, which the narrative paints as an act of "selfless love," owes much to a belief in her own unworthiness - that her disability is a "defect."Although Montgomery's casual and oblique references to a eugenist world-view, and chauvinist insistence on passive beauty in a romantic heroine, did prevent me from taking Kilmeny of the Orchard entirely to heart, they did not ruin the book completely. There is still much here to enjoy, from the author's lyrical passages concerning the beauties of Prince Edward Island, to her well-drawn cast of eccentric secondary characters. It is an engaging story, and reads quickly. Unfortunately, it is also somewhat dated, and has none of the transcendence of her greater works.
    • 4/5
      To help out a friend who has fallen ill, 24 year old Eric takes a job teaching in the sleepy little town of Lindsay. One day he encounters the most beautiful girl he has every seen playing the violin in an old orchard. Her name is Kilmeny Gordon, and she has been unable to speak since birth. As Eric and Kilmeny fall in love, Eric sets out to learn the secrets of her past and make Kilmeny his wife...

      This short novella (It's less than 200 pages) was written by L.M Montgomery in 1910. I read it for the first time in 5th grade, when I was devouring everything the author of Anne of Green Gables had ever written. Re-reading it as an adult, I can say that unlike most of Mongomery's works, Kilmeny is definitely a book that shows it's age, not just in the flowery language and various archetypal characters, but also, and unfortunately by the blatant racism shown in the depiction of the novel's villain, an Italian boy born who was raised by Kilmeny's aunt and uncle.
      If you can overlook that, it's a short, sweet and quick read, if nothing amazingly profound or memorable. (Except for the climatic scene at the end)
    • 1/5
      This is the story of a substitute teacher at a rural school in Prince Edward Island who meets and falls in love with a mute girl. Other than her dumbness, Kilmeny is perfection itself, unbelievably beautiful (even the hands that help her aunt with 1910 rural housework), incredibly musically talented, and intelligent.GAH! Beauty makes one desirable, Europeans are lower-class, happy, happy, happy endings are guaranteed. Gag me.1 star for the descriptions of PEI because as the author says: Prince Edward Island in the month of June is such a thing as you don’t often see except in happy dreams. I might add that June in Nova Scotia plays out much the same.Read this if: you like sappy romances and are willing to suspend disbelief for both characters and plot; or you feel you must read everything by Lucy Maud Montgomery. (I chose this simply because the title filled the “K” requirement – amazingly difficult to come by – for my A-Z Double Whammy Reading Challenge.)
    • 2/5
      My first read on my Nook! It's fitting that I should plunge into the world of technological books with a title penned long before anyone had dreamed of electronic reading devices. Kilmeny of the Orchard, published in 1910, is a short little novella by L. M. Montgomery, whose depictions of life on Prince Edward Island around the turn of the nineteenth century are poignant, humorous, and beloved by generations of readers. Unfortunately, this story encapsulates all of Montgomery's flaws with very little of her usual insight into human nature. There is a marked ethnocentrism, doubtless natural to her characters and to herself, that cannot but be a little unsettling to a modern reader. And to add to that, Montgomery indulges in long descriptions of her characters' perfect physical beauty and spotless morals. They have not the spice of imperfection and original sin which enlivens and humanizes Montgomery's later creations. There is something sweet about the story, of course — a young man filling in at a remote country school stumbles upon a beautiful young woman in an orchard, mute but for her exquisite violin. Eric Marshall naturally falls in love with Kilmeny Gordon and eventually proposes marriage, but she rejects him because of the burden of her muteness. Nothing, it seems, is really wrong with her voice except a strange repression she inherited from her mother, which can only be cured by some sudden emotional shock... The plot really is a bit forced, and the general sense of is one of contrivance and convenience, with the happy ending hastily procured. Kilmeny of the Orchard is an early work, coming just after Montgomery's first two Anne books. I believe the elements I found objectionable later lost force in her developing imagination and hardly figure at all in her best-loved novels. I try not to judge authors by standards quite foreign to their times and this review is not based on my distaste for any smack of racist thought. Rather, this low rating is for the predictability and oversweetness of the story itself — problems that Montgomery herself no doubt saw and corrected in the novels that followed. She had to learn her art somehow, and if this was her process of trial and error, I can easily endure it for the sake of her other stories, which are among my most beloved books. Still, Kilmeny is best read only by completists; Montgomery has left far superior work to represent her in literature.
    • 3/5
      This one didn’t live up to the memory I had of reading it as a tween. It was an early book of L.M.M.’s; boy takes over teaching position for sick friend, boy hears beautiful violin playing from an orchard, boy falls rump over teakettle in love with violinist, and is dismayed to find she is a fiercely protected mute girl who has hardly been out of her house since she was small. From then on it is a pitched battle as the hero seeks a way to make Kilmeny whole, and his. In this one the … I don’t want to say racism; perhaps ethnocentricity is a kinder word, or xenophobia… comes out more strongly than in most. It’s a slender book, sweet (as always), and wrapped up a little too neatly (as always) – and without the depth of charm that carries off any faults in the other books.
    • 2/5
      Kilmeny of the Orchard is the shortest of Montgomery's novels, and I would assert that it was the hardest to read through. Most of the characters were dull, including the main character, despite the interesting change to a focus on a male character rather than a female. He spends so much of his time enraptured by the silent Kilmeny (who, for a third of the book, he has only seen from afar) that he becomes dull to read. Kilmeny's story is interesting, however, as are the turns of plot that lead to the predicament in which her life is begun. Everyone else in the story baffles and few of the characters seem to be natural human beings.
    • 3/5
      Readable victorian romance.

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    Kilmeny of the Orchard - Lucy Maud Montgomery

    KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD

    by

    L. M. MONTGOMERY

    Author of Anne’s House of Dreams, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of Green Gables, etc.

    Copyright © 2013 Read Books Ltd.

    This book is copyright and may not be

    reproduced or copied in any way without

    the express permission of the publisher in writing

    British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

    A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

    Contents

    KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD

    Lucy Maud Montgomery

    CHAPTER I. THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH

    CHAPTER II. A LETTER OF DESTINY

    CHAPTER III. THE MASTER OF LINDSAY SCHOOL

    CHAPTER IV. A TEA TABLE CONVERSATION

    CHAPTER V. A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT

    CHAPTER VI. THE STORY OF KILMENY

    CHAPTER VII. A ROSE OF WOMANHOOD

    CHAPTER VIII. AT THE GATE OF EDEN

    CHAPTER IX. THE STRAIGHT SIMPLICITY OF EVE

    CHAPTER X. A TROUBLING OF THE WATERS

    CHAPTER XI. A LOVER AND HIS LASS

    CHAPTER XII. A PRISONER OF LOVE

    CHAPTER XIII. A SWEETER WOMAN NE’ER DREW BREATH

    CHAPTER XIV. IN HER SELFLESS MOOD

    CHAPTER XV. AN OLD, UNHAPPY, FAR-OFF THING

    CHAPTER XVI. DAVID BAKER’S OPINION

    CHAPTER XVII. A BROKEN FETTER

    CHAPTER XVIII. NEIL GORDON SOLVES HIS OWN PROBLEM

    CHAPTER XIX. VICTOR FROM VANQUISHED ISSUES

    Lucy Maud Montgomery

    Lucy Maud Montgomery was born on 30th November 1874, on Prince Edward Island, Canada. Her mother, Clara Woolner (Macneil), died before Lucy reached the age of two and so she was raised by her maternal grandparents in a family of wealthy Scottish immigrants. The Family were deeply rooted in the development of the island, having arrived there in the 1770’s, and both Lucy’s grandfather and great grandfather had been figures in the province’s governance.

    As a young girl, Montgomery had a very privileged upbringing. Due to the family’s wealth, she had access to a greater number of books than was usual in this era. These resources, coupled with the family’s Scottish traditions of oral storytelling, gave her a taste for literature.

    Montgomery took a teacher’s degree at Charlottetown’s Prince of Wales College before beginning work at a rural school to raise funds for and additional year at Dalhousie University. She continued to teach for a couple of years until her income from writing enabled her to become a full-time author. She then moved back home to live with her grandmother. In 1908, Montgomery produced her first full-length novel, titled Anne of Green Gables. It was an instant success and, following it up with several sequels, Montgomery became a regular on the best-seller list and an international household name.

    In 1911 she married Ewan Macdonald, a Presbyterian minister, following the death of her grandmother. They had two sons together but the marriage was fraught with difficulties. Ewan had a severe mental disorder that frequently left him incapacitated, seriously hampering his career and eventually forcing him to resign from the ministry in 1935. The couple retired to Toronto and resided there together until Montgomery’s death on 24th April 1942.

    TO MY COUSIN

    Beatrice A. McIntyre

    THIS BOOK

    IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED

    "Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,

    But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face;

    As still was her look, and as still was her ee,

    As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,

    Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.

    . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    Such beauty bard may never declare,

    For there was no pride nor passion there;

    . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    Her seymar was the lily flower,

    And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;

    And her voice like the distant melodye

    That floats along the twilight sea."

    — The Queen’s Wake

    JAMES HOGG

    CHAPTER I. THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH

    The sunshine of a day in early spring, honey pale and honey sweet, was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them, throwing through the bare, budding maples and elms, delicate, evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths, and coaxing into life the daffodils that were peering greenly and perkily up under the windows of the co-eds’ dressing-room.

    A young April wind, as fresh and sweet as if it had been blowing over the fields of memory instead of through dingy streets, was purring in the tree-tops and whipping the loose tendrils of the ivy network which covered the front of the main building. It was a wind that sang of many things, but what it sang to each listener was only what was in that listener’s heart. To the college students who had just been capped and diplomad by Old Charlie, the grave president of Queenslea, in the presence of an admiring throng of parents and sisters, sweethearts and friends, it sang, perchance, of glad hope and shining success and high achievement. It sang of the dreams of youth that may never be quite fulfilled, but are well worth the dreaming for all that. God help the man who has never known such dreams—who, as he leaves his alma mater, is not already rich in aerial castles, the proprietor of many a spacious estate in Spain. He has missed his birthright.

    The crowd streamed out of the entrance hall and scattered over the campus, fraying off into the many streets beyond. Eric Marshall and David Baker walked away together. The former had graduated in Arts that day at the head of his class; the latter had come to see the graduation, nearly bursting with pride in Eric’s success.

    Between these two was an old and tried and enduring friendship, although David was ten years older than Eric, as the mere tale of years goes, and a hundred years older in knowledge of the struggles and difficulties of life which age a man far more quickly and effectually than the passing of time.

    Physically the two men bore no resemblance to one another, although they were second cousins. Eric Marshall, tall, broad-shouldered, sinewy, walking with a free, easy stride, which was somehow suggestive of reserve strength and power, was one of those men regarding whom less-favoured mortals are tempted seriously to wonder why all the gifts of fortune should be showered on one individual. He was not only clever and good to look upon, but he possessed that indefinable charm of personality which is quite independent of physical beauty or mental ability. He had steady, grayish-blue eyes, dark chestnut hair with a glint of gold in its waves when the sunlight struck it, and a chin that gave the world assurance of a chin. He was a rich man’s son, with a clean young manhood behind him and splendid prospects before him. He was considered a practical sort of fellow, utterly guiltless of romantic dreams and visions of any sort.

    I am afraid Eric Marshall will never do one quixotic thing, said a Queenslea professor, who had a habit of uttering rather mysterious epigrams, but if he ever does it will supply the one thing lacking in him.

    David Baker was a short, stocky fellow with an ugly, irregular, charming face; his eyes were brown and keen and secretive; his mouth had a comical twist which became sarcastic, or teasing, or winning, as he willed. His voice was generally as soft and musical as a woman’s; but some few who had seen David Baker righteously angry and heard the tones which then issued from his lips were in no hurry to have the experience repeated.

    He was a doctor—a specialist in troubles of the throat and voice—and he was beginning to have a national reputation. He was on the staff of the Queenslea Medical College and it was whispered that before long he would be called to fill an important vacancy at McGill.

    He had won his way to success through difficulties and drawbacks which would have daunted most men. In the year Eric was born David Baker was an errand boy in the big department store of Marshall & Company. Thirteen years later he graduated with high honors from Queenslea Medical College. Mr. Marshall had given him all the help which David’s sturdy pride could be induced to accept, and now he insisted on sending the young man abroad for a post-graduate course in London and Germany. David Baker had eventually repaid every cent Mr. Marshall had expended on him; but he never ceased to cherish a passionate gratitude to the kind and generous man; and he loved that man’s son with a love surpassing that of brothers.

    He had followed Eric’s college course with keen, watchful interest. It was his wish that Eric should take up the study of law or medicine now that he was through Arts; and he was greatly disappointed that Eric should have finally made up his mind to go into business with his father.

    It’s a clean waste of your talents, he grumbled, as they walked home from the college. You’d win fame and distinction in law— that glib tongue of yours was meant for a lawyer and it is sheer flying in the face of Providence to devote it to commercial uses—a flat crossing of the purposes of destiny. Where is your ambition, man?

    In the right place, answered Eric, with his ready laugh. It is not your kind, perhaps, but there is room and need for all kinds in this lusty young country of ours. Yes, I am going into the business. In the first place, it has been father’s cherished desire ever since I was born, and it would hurt him pretty badly if I backed out now. He wished me to take an Arts course because he believed that every man should have as liberal an education as he can afford to get, but now that I have had it he wants me in the firm.

    He wouldn’t oppose you if he thought you really wanted to go in for something else.

    Not he. But I don’t really want to—that’s the point, David, man. You hate a business life so much yourself that you can’t get it into your blessed noddle that another man might like it. There are many lawyers in the world—too many, perhaps—but there are never too many good honest men of business, ready to do clean big things for the betterment of humanity and the upbuilding of their country, to plan great enterprises and carry them through with brain and courage, to manage and control, to aim high and strike one’s aim. There, I’m waxing eloquent, so I’d better stop. But ambition, man! Why, I’m full of it—it’s bubbling in every pore of me. I mean to make the department store of Marshall & Company famous from ocean to ocean. Father started in life as a poor boy from a Nova Scotian farm. He has built up a business that has a provincial reputation. I mean to carry it on. In five years it shall have a maritime reputation, in ten, a Canadian. I want to make the firm of Marshall & Company stand for something big in the commercial interests of Canada. Isn’t that as honourable an ambition as trying to make black seem white in a court of law, or discovering some new disease with a harrowing name to torment poor creatures who might otherwise die peacefully in blissful ignorance of what ailed them?

    When you begin to make poor jokes it is time to stop arguing with you, said David, with a shrug of his fat shoulders. "Go your own gait and dree your own weird. I’d as soon expect success in trying to storm the citadel single-handed as in trying to turn you from any course about which you had once made up your mind. Whew, this street takes it out of a fellow! What could have possessed our ancestors to run a town up the side of a hill? I’m not so slim and active as I was on MY graduation day ten years ago. By the way, what a lot of co-eds were in your class—twenty, if I counted right. When I

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