A realistic romance of modern Kentucky. Kate Kildare is a big, beautiful, vital woman, owner and manager of a plantation called "Storm," and the book deals as much with her love-story as with those of her two splendid daughters. "Kildares of storm" is a novel of the real Kentucky; it has no relation to the customary "moonshine," mint-julep, or Civil War fiction.
rs. Kildare less impatiently, pushing her way to the back room. "It's not night-riders. It's the Madam."
A little slim creature, hardly more than a child, writhed on a cot in the corner, her eyes bright and fixed like the eyes of a rabbit Kate had once seen caught in a trap, both fists stuffed into her mouth to stifle the groans that burst out in spite of them.
"Git out!" the girl panted fiercely. "Lemme be! I don' want none of ye 'round, not none of ye. You go way from here!"
The change in Mrs. Kildare's face was wonderful. "Why, child, what's the matter?" she said gently, even as she stripped off her gauntlets. For she knew very well what was the matter. In a widely separated rural community where doctors and nurses are scarce, the word "neighbor" becomes more than a mere honorary title.
In a few moments she had a fire going, water boiling, what few clean rags she could find sterilized. While she worked she talked, quietly and cheerfully, watching the girl with experienced eyes.