"My Dear Miss Harlowe:—"What can I say to you who have sent me the most welcome message I ever received? It is as though the dead had come to life. To think that my baby daughter, my little Ruth, still lives, and has fought her way to friends and education. It is almost beyond belief. I cannot fittingly express by letter the feeling of gratitude which overwhelms me when I think of your generous and whole-souled interest in me and my child. I have certain matters here in Nome to which I must attend, then I shall start for the States, and once there proceed east with all speed. It will not be advisable for you to answer this letter, as I shall have started on my journey before your answer could possibly reach me. I shall telegraph Ruth as soon as I arrive in San Francisco. I have not written her as yet, because you said in your letter to me that you did not wish her to know until you had heard from me. I thank you for trying to shield her from needless pain, and I am longing for the day when I can look into Ruth's eyes and call her daughter. Believe me, my appreciation of your kindness to me and to Ruth lies too deep for words. With the hope that I shall be in Overton before many weeks to claim my own, and thank you and your friends personally,"Yours in deep sincerity,"Arthur Northrup Denton."
"My Dear Miss Harlowe:—
"What can I say to you who have sent me the most welcome message I ever received? It is as though the dead had come to life. To think that my baby daughter, my little Ruth, still lives, and has fought her way to friends and education. It is almost beyond belief. I cannot fittingly express by letter the feeling of gratitude which overwhelms me when I think of your generous and whole-souled interest in me and my child. I have certain matters here in Nome to which I must attend, then I shall start for the States, and once there proceed east with all speed. It will not be advisable for you to answer this letter, as I shall have started on my journey before your answer could possibly reach me. I shall telegraph Ruth as soon as I arrive in San Francisco. I have not written her as yet, because you said in your letter to me that you did not wish her to know until you had heard from me. I thank you for trying to shield her from needless pain, and I am longing for the day when I can look into Ruth's eyes and call her daughter. Believe me, my appreciation of your kindness to me and to Ruth lies too deep for words. With the hope that I shall be in Overton before many weeks to claim my own, and thank you and your friends personally,
"Yours in deep sincerity,"Arthur Northrup Denton."
"Yours in deep sincerity,"Arthur Northrup Denton."
"Well, if that isn't in the line of a sensation, then my name isn't Josephine Elfreda Briggs! And to think Ruth's father has actually materialized and is coming to Overton? When did you receive the letter, Grace?"
"It came just before the Easter vacation," interposed Emma Dean bravely, without giving Grace a chance to answer. "I might as well tell you. I took it from the big bulletin board, put it in my coat pocket to bring to Grace and forgot it. Don't all speak at once." Emma bowed her head, her hands over her ears.
Then an immediate buzz of conversation arose, and Emma came in for a deserved amount of good-natured teasing.
"What is the date of the letter!" asked Elfreda.
"The twenty-sixth of February," replied Grace. "It must have been on the way for weeks."
"And in Emma's pocket longer," was Miriam's sly comment.
"But he should have arrived long before this," persisted Elfreda. "I wonder if he received Ruth's letter."
"Perhaps he didn't start as soon as he intended," said Anne.
"That may be so. Nevertheless, he has had plenty of time to attend to his affairs and come here, too," declared Elfreda. "I wouldn't be surprised to see him almost any day."
"Wouldn't it be splendid if he were to come here in time to see Ruth usher at commencement?" smiled Grace.
"He'd better hurry, then," broke in Emma Dean, "for commencement is only two weeks off. Shall you tell Ruth? Who is going with you to tell her, and when are you going?"
"After dinner, all of us," announced Elfreda. "Aren't we, Grace?"
Grace nodded.
"Then I shall join the band," announced Emma. "Although I proved a delinquent and untrustworthy messenger, still you must admit that at last I delivered my message."
The last of June, in addition to its reputed wealth of roses, brought with it exceedingly hot weather, but to the members of the senior and junior classes, whose eyes were fixed upon commencement, the warm weather was a matter of minor importance. It was the first Overton commencement in which the three Oakdale girls had taken part, and greatly to their satisfaction they had been detailed to usher at the commencement exercises. Arline, Ruth, Gertrude Wells, the Emersons and Emma Dean had also acted as ushers, and on the evening of commencement day the Emerson twins had given a porch party to the other "slaves of the realm," as they had laughingly styled themselves.
It had been a momentous week, and the morning after commencement day Grace awoke with the disturbing thought that her trunk remained still unpacked, that she had two errands to do, and that she had promised to meet Arline Thayer at Vinton's at half-past nine o'clock that morning.
"I am glad it isn't eight o'clock yet," she commented to Anne, as she stood before the mirror looking very trim and dainty in her tailored suit of dark blue. "I'm going to put on my hat now, then I won't have to come upstairs again. I'll do my errands first, then it will be time to meet Arline, and I'll be here in time for luncheon. After that I must pack my trunk, and if I hurry I shall still have some time to spare. Our train doesn't leave until four o'clock. Will you telephone for the expressman, Anne?"
Anne, who was busily engaged in trying to make room in the tray of her trunk for a burned wood handkerchief box which she had overlooked, looked up long enough to acquiesce. "There!" she exclaimed as the box finally slipped into place, "that is something accomplished. Hereafter, I shall leave this box at home. Every time I pack my trunk I am sure to find it staring me in the face from some corner of the room when I haven't a square inch of space left. I'll keep my handkerchiefs in the top drawer of the chiffonier next year."
"I wish I had no packing to do," sighed Grace. "You never seem to mind it."
"That is because I am a trouper, and troupers live in their trunks," smiled Anne. "Packing and unpacking never dismay me."
"Isn't it fortunate, Anne, that our commencement happened a week before that of the boys? We can be at home for a day or two before we go to M—— to attend their commencement."
"I can't realize that our boys are men, and about to go out into the world, each one to his own work," said Anne. "They will always seem just boys to us, won't they?"
"Yes, the spirit of youth will remain with them as long as they live," prophesied Grace wisely, "because they will always be interested in things. And if one lives every day for all it is worth and goes on to the next day prepared to make the best of whatever it may bring forth, one can never grow old in spirit. Look at Mrs. Gray. She never will be 'years old,' she will always be 'years young.' I am so anxious to see Father and Mother and Mrs. Gray and the girls, but I hate saying good-bye to Overton. Every year it seems to grow dearer."
"That is because it has been our second home," was Anne's soft rejoinder.
A knock at the door, followed by a peremptory summons in Elfreda's voice, "Come on down to breakfast," ended the little talk.
By half-past eight o'clock Grace was on her way toward Main Street, bent on disposing of her errands with all possible speed. The vision of her yawning trunk, flanked by piles of clothing waiting patiently to be put in it, loomed large before her. Later on, keeping her appointment with Arline, she heroically tore herself from that fascinating young woman's society and hurried toward Wayne Hall, filled with laudable intentions. Anne had finished her packing and departed to pay a farewell visit to Ruth Denton.
"Oh, dear," sighed Grace, "I hate to begin. I suppose I had better put these heavy things in first." She reached for her heavy blue coat and sweater, slowly depositing them in the bottom of the trunk. Her raincoat followed the sweater, and she was in the act of folding her blue serge dress, when a knock sounded on the door, and the maid proclaimed in a monotonous voice, "Telegram, Miss Harlowe."
The blue serge dress was thrown into the trunk, and Grace dashed from the room and down the stairs at the maid's heels. Her father and mother were Grace's first thought. What if something dreadful had happened to either of them! The bare idea of a telegram thrilled Grace with apprehension. Her fingers trembled as she signed the messenger's book and tore open the envelope. One glance at the telegram and with an inarticulate cry Grace darted up the stairs and down the hall to her room. Stopping only long enough to seize her hat, she made for the stairs, the telegram clutched tightly in her hand. "Oh, if Anne or Miriam were only here," she breathed, as she paused for an instant at Mrs. Elwood's gate to look up and down the street, then set off in the direction of the campus. At the edge of the campus she paused again, glancing anxiously about her in the vain hope of spying Ruth or Miriam, then she started across the campus toward Morton House. As she neared her destination, the front door of the hall opened and a familiar figure appeared. It was followed by another figure, and with a little exclamation of satisfaction Grace redoubled her pace. "Ruth! Arline!" she cried, her face alight: "Can't you guess? It has come at last. Here it is. Read it, Ruth."
Ruth had turned very pale, and was staring at Grace in mute, questioning fashion. "You don't mean——" her voice died away in a startled gasp.
"I do, I do," caroled Grace, tears of sheer happiness rising in her gray eyes. "Read it, Ruth. Oh, I am so glad for your sake. Three more hours and you will see him. It seems like a fairytale."
Ruth stood still, reading the telegram over and over: "Arrive Overton 2:40. Will you and Ruth meet me? Arthur N. Denton."
"And to think," said Arline, in awe-stricken tones, "that Ruth is actually going to see her father!"
"My very own father." The tenderness in Ruth's voice brought the tears to Arline's blue eyes. Grace was making no effort to conceal the fact that her own were running over.
"You mustn't cry, girls," faltered Ruth. "It's the happiest day of—my—life." Then she buried her face in her hands and ran into the house. Grace and Arline followed, to find her huddled on the lowest step of the stairs, her slender shoulders shaking.
"I—I can't help it," she sobbed. "You would cry, too, if after being driven from pillar to post ever since you were little, you'd suddenly find that there was some one in the world who loved you and wanted to take care of you."
"Of course you can't help crying," soothed Grace, stroking the bowed head. "Arline and I cried, too. This is one of the great moments of your life."
"Dear little chum," said Arline softly, sitting down beside Ruth and putting her arms around the weeping girl, "your wish has been granted."
An eloquent silence fell upon the trio for a moment, which was broken by the sound of voices in the upstairs hall. Ruth and Arline rose simultaneously from the stairs. "Come up to my room," urged Arline, "and we will finish our cry in private."
"I have no more tears to shed," smiled Grace, "and I dare not go to your room."
"Dare not?" inquired Arline.
"I haven't finished my packing, and our train leaves at four-thirty. Oh!" Grace sprang to her feet in sudden alarm. "I asked Anne to telephone for the expressman. Perhaps he has called for my trunk, and gone by this time. If he has, I shall have to reopen negotiations with the express company at once in order that it shall reach the station in time. Will you meet me at the station at a quarter-past two o'clock, or can you stop for me at the Hall?"
"I'll be at the Hall at two o'clock," promised Ruth.
Filled with commendable determination to finish her packing as speedily as possible, Grace hurried home and up the stairs, unpinning her hat as she ran. Dashing into her room, she dropped her hat on her couch, then stared about her in amazement. The piles of clothing she had left had disappeared, and, yes, her trunk had also vanished. "Where—" she began, when the door opened and three figures precipitated themselves upon her.
"Don't say we never did anything for you," cried Elfreda.
"We didn't overlook a single thing," assured Anne.
"It isn't every one who can secure the services of professional trunk packers."
"'Will you, won't you, will you, won't you,Come and join the dance?'"
"'Will you, won't you, will you, won't you,Come and join the dance?'"
caroled Elfreda off the key, as she did a true mock turtle shuffle around Grace. Joining hands, the three girls hemmed Grace in and pranced about her.
"What is going on in here?" demanded Emma Dean, appearing in the doorway. "Is the mere idea of being seniors going to your heads?"
"I ought to be the one to dance, Emma," laughed Grace. "I went out of here with my room in chaos and my trunk unpacked, and came back to find it not only packed but gone. Thank you, girls," she nodded affectionately to her chums.
"No one exhibited any such tender thoughtfulness for me," commented Emma. "I had to wrestle with my packing unaided and alone. And how things do pile up! I could hardly find a place for all my stuff."
"Oh, I almost forgot my great news," cried Grace. Then she produced the telegram, and a buzz of excited conversation began which lasted until the luncheon bell rang.
Ruth was punctual to the moment, and after receiving the affectionate congratulations of the girls, she and Grace started for the station on the, to Ruth, most eventful errand of her young life.
"How shall I know him, Grace, and how will he know me?" she said tremulously.
"I don't know," returned Grace rather blankly. "That part of it hadn't occurred to me. Still, Overton is only a small city, and there won't be many incoming passengers. It's a case of outgoing passengers this week. I have an idea that we shall know him," she concluded.
When, at exactly 2:40, the train pulled into the station, two pairs of eyes were fixed anxiously on the few travelers that left the train. Suddenly Grace's hand caught Ruth's arm, "There he is! Oh, Ruth, isn't he splendid? Come on. Don't be afraid. I feel certain he is Arthur Northrup Denton."
Seizing Ruth's hand, she led her, unresisting, to meet a tail, broad-shouldered, smooth-faced man, whose piercing gray eyes constantly scanned the various persons scattered along the platform. His brown hair was touched with gray at the temples, and his keen, resolute face bespoke unfaltering purpose and power.
With Grace to think was to act. She took an impulsive step toward the tall stranger, confronting him with, "I am Grace Harlowe. I am sure you are Mr. Denton."
"Yes, I am Arthur Denton, and——"
"This is your daughter, Ruth," declared Grace hurriedly, pushing Ruth gently forward. An instant later the few persons lingering on the station platform saw the tall stranger fold the slender figure of Ruth in a long embrace.
"I was sure you were Ruth's father," declared Grace as, a little later, they were speeding through the streets of Overton in the taxicab Mr. Denton had engaged at the station. "The moment I saw you I felt that you could be no one else."
Ruth sat with her hand in her father's, an expression of ineffable tenderness on her small face. She was content to listen to him and Grace without joining in the conversation. Her greatest wish had been fulfilled and she was experiencing a joy too deep for words. Mr. Denton explained to them that his long silence had been due to a series of misadventures that had befallen him on his way from Alaska to San Francisco. He had received only one letter from Grace and none from Ruth, as he had left Nome directly after receiving Grace's letter. The others had evidently reached Nome after his departure and had not been forwarded to him. The boat on which he had taken passage had been wrecked and he had barely escaped drowning. He had been rescued by an Indian fisherman from the icy waters of Bering Sea, and taken to his hut, where for days he had lain ill from exposure to the elements.
At the earliest possible moment he had embarked for San Francisco, then journeyed east. He had purposely refrained from telegraphing until within a day's journey from Overton, fearing that something might occur to delay his meeting with his daughter.
Ruth, who had already planned to remain in Overton during the summer and work at dressmaking, smiled in rapture as she heard her father plan a long sight-seeing trip through the west which would last until time for her return to college in the fall. They drove with Grace to Wayne Hall, promising to return to the station in time to meet her friends and say good-bye to her, Mr. Denton assuring her that he hoped some day to repay the debt of gratitude which he owed her.
Three familiar figures ran downstairs to meet Grace as she stepped into the hall.
"We've been waiting patiently for you," announced Elfreda.
"Did he materialize?" from Anne.
"What do you think of him?" was Miriam's quick question.
"Come into the living-room and I'll tell you," said Grace. "We won't have much time to talk, though. It is after three o'clock now."
"No; come upstairs to our room," invited Elfreda. "We have a special reason for asking you."
Grace obediently accompanied the three girls upstairs. The first thing that attracted her eye was a tray containing a tall pitcher of fruit lemonade and four glasses. Elfreda stepped to the table and began pouring the lemonade. When she had filled the glasses she handed them, in turn, to each girl. "To our senior year," she said solemnly, raising her glass. "May it be the best of all. Drink her down."
"What a nice idea," smiled Grace as she set down her glass.
"It was Elfreda's proposal," said Miriam. "She made the lemonade, too."
"Then let us drink to her." Grace reached for her glass and Miriam for the pitcher.
"I'll do the honors this time," declared Miriam. "Here's to the Honorable Josephine Elfreda Briggs, expert brewer of lemonade, model roommate and loyal friend."
"Oh, now," protested Elfreda, "what made you spoil everything? I was just beginning to enjoy myself."
"The pleasure is all ours," retorted Anne.
"Besides, you are getting nothing but your just deserts. We are only glad to have a chance to demonstrate our deep appreciation of your many lovely qualities, Miss Briggs," she ended mischievously.
"Yes, Miss Briggs," laughed Grace, "you are indispensable to this happy band, Miss Briggs. You must be blind if you can't see that."
"Very blind indeed, Miss Briggs," agreed Miriam Nesbit. "But because you are so blind, Miss Briggs, I shall endeavor, in a few well chosen words, Miss Briggs, to make you see what is so plain to the rest of us." Whereupon Miriam launched forth into a funny little eulogy of Elfreda and her good works which caused the stout girl to exclaim in embarrassment, "Oh, see here, Miriam, I'm not half so wonderful as I might be. If you said all those nice things about yourself or Grace or Anne it would be more to the point."
"But it might not be true," interposed Grace.
"And we quite agree with Miriam," added Anne.
Elfreda surveyed them in silence, an unusually tender expression in her shrewd blue eyes. "I can see that I have a whole lot to be thankful for," she said after a moment. "Next year I am going to try harder than ever to live up to your flattering opinion of me. Then I know that I can't fail to be a good senior."
Just how completely Elfreda carried out her resolution and what happened to Grace Harlowe and her friends during their senior year in college will be found in "Grace Harlowe's Fourth Year at Overton College."
The End.
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The keynote of these books is manliness. The stories are wonderfully entertaining, and they are at the same time sound and wholesome. No boy will willingly lay down an unfinished book in this series.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OF THE KENNEBEC;Or, The Secret of Smugglers' Island.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET;Or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OFF LONG ISLAND;Or, A Daring Marine Game at Racing Speed.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AND THE WIRELESS;Or, The Dot, Dash and Dare Cruise.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB IN FLORIDA;Or, Laying the Ghost of Alligator Swamp.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT THE GOLDEN GATE;Or, A Thrilling Capture in the Great Fog.THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB ON THE GREAT LAKES;Or, The Flying Dutchman of the Big Fresh Water.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OF THE KENNEBEC;Or, The Secret of Smugglers' Island.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET;Or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OFF LONG ISLAND;Or, A Daring Marine Game at Racing Speed.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AND THE WIRELESS;Or, The Dot, Dash and Dare Cruise.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB IN FLORIDA;Or, Laying the Ghost of Alligator Swamp.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT THE GOLDEN GATE;Or, A Thrilling Capture in the Great Fog.
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB ON THE GREAT LAKES;Or, The Flying Dutchman of the Big Fresh Water.
Have you any idea of the excitements, the glories of life on great ranches in the West? Any bright boy will "devour" the books of this series, once he has made a start with the first volume.
THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE RANCH;Or, The Boy Shepherds of the Great Divide.THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS' GREATEST ROUND-UP;Or, Pitting Their Wits Against a Packers' Combine.THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE PLAINS;Or, Following the Steam Plows Across the Prairie.THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS AT CHICAGO;Or, The Conspiracy of the Wheat Pit.
THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE RANCH;Or, The Boy Shepherds of the Great Divide.
THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS' GREATEST ROUND-UP;Or, Pitting Their Wits Against a Packers' Combine.
THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE PLAINS;Or, Following the Steam Plows Across the Prairie.
THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS AT CHICAGO;Or, The Conspiracy of the Wheat Pit.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS ON DUTY;Or, Life on a Diving Torpedo Boat.THE SUBMARINE BOYS' TRIAL TRIP;Or, "Making Good" as Young Experts.THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE MIDDIES;Or, The Prize Detail at Annapolis.THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SPIES;Or, Dodging the Sharks of the Deep.THE SUBMARINE BOYS' LIGHTNING CRUISE;Or, The Young Kings of the Deep.THE SUBMARINE BOYS FOR THE FLAG;Or, Deeding Their Lives to Uncle Sam.THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SMUGGLERS;Or, Breaking Up the New Jersey Customs Frauds.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS ON DUTY;Or, Life on a Diving Torpedo Boat.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS' TRIAL TRIP;Or, "Making Good" as Young Experts.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE MIDDIES;Or, The Prize Detail at Annapolis.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SPIES;Or, Dodging the Sharks of the Deep.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS' LIGHTNING CRUISE;Or, The Young Kings of the Deep.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS FOR THE FLAG;Or, Deeding Their Lives to Uncle Sam.
THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SMUGGLERS;Or, Breaking Up the New Jersey Customs Frauds.
THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS WAKE UP;Or, Fighting the Trolley Franchise Steal.THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS SMASH THE RING;Or, In the Lists Against the Crooked Land Deal.
THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS WAKE UP;Or, Fighting the Trolley Franchise Steal.
THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS SMASH THE RING;Or, In the Lists Against the Crooked Land Deal.
GRACE HARLOWE'S FIRST YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.GRACE HARLOWE'S SECOND YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.GRACE HARLOWE'S THIRD YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.GRACE HARLOWE'S FOURTH YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.GRACE HARLOWE'S RETURN TO OVERTON CAMPUS.
GRACE HARLOWE'S FIRST YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.
GRACE HARLOWE'S SECOND YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.
GRACE HARLOWE'S THIRD YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.
GRACE HARLOWE'S FOURTH YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE.
GRACE HARLOWE'S RETURN TO OVERTON CAMPUS.
DAVE DARRIN AT VERA CRUZ;Or, Fighting With the U. S. Navy in Mexico.
DAVE DARRIN AT VERA CRUZ;Or, Fighting With the U. S. Navy in Mexico.
These tales may be aptly described the best books for boys and girls.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ROCKIES;Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN TEXAS;Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN MONTANA;Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE OZARKS;Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ALKALI;Or, Finding a Key to the Desert Maze.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN NEW MEXICO;Or, The End of the Silver Trail.THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON;Or, The Mystery of Bright Angel Gulch.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ROCKIES;Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN TEXAS;Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN MONTANA;Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE OZARKS;Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ALKALI;Or, Finding a Key to the Desert Maze.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN NEW MEXICO;Or, The End of the Silver Trail.
THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON;Or, The Mystery of Bright Angel Gulch.
Each book presents vivid picture of this great industry. Each story is full of adventure and fascination.
THE IRON BOYS IN THE MINES;Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.THE IRON BOYS AS FOREMEN;Or, Heading the Diamond Drill ShiftTHE IRON BOYS ON THE ORE BOATS;Or, Roughing It on the Great Lakes.THE IRON BOYS IN THE STEEL MILLS;Or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits.
THE IRON BOYS IN THE MINES;Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.
THE IRON BOYS AS FOREMEN;Or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift
THE IRON BOYS ON THE ORE BOATS;Or, Roughing It on the Great Lakes.
THE IRON BOYS IN THE STEEL MILLS;Or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits.
MADGE MORTON—CAPTAIN OF THE MERRY MAID.MADGE MORTON'S SECRET.MADGE MORTON'S TRUST.MADGE MORTON'S VICTORY.
MADGE MORTON—CAPTAIN OF THE MERRY MAID.
MADGE MORTON'S SECRET.
MADGE MORTON'S TRUST.
MADGE MORTON'S VICTORY.
The principal characters in these narratives are manly, young Americans whose doings will inspire all boy readers.
DICK PRESCOTT'S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray.DICK PRESCOTT'S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life.DICK PRESCOTT'S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor.DICK PRESCOTT'S FOURTH YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps.
DICK PRESCOTT'S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray.
DICK PRESCOTT'S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life.
DICK PRESCOTT'S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor.
DICK PRESCOTT'S FOURTH YEAR AT WEST POINT;Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps.
The Spirit of the new Navy is delightfully and truthfully depicted in these volumes.
DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy.DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters."DAVE DARRIN'S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen.DAVE DARRIN'S FOURTH YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise.
DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy.
DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters."
DAVE DARRIN'S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen.
DAVE DARRIN'S FOURTH YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS;Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise.
The heroes of these stories are known to readers of the High School Boys Series. In this new series Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton prove worthy of all the traditions of Dick & Co.
THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN COLORADO;Or, At Railroad Building in Earnest.THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN ARIZONA;Or, Laying Tracks on the "Man-Killer" Quicksand.THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA;Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick.THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO;Or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers.
THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN COLORADO;Or, At Railroad Building in Earnest.
THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN ARIZONA;Or, Laying Tracks on the "Man-Killer" Quicksand.
THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA;Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick.
THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO;Or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers.
These books breathe the life and spirit of the United States Army of to-day, and the life, just as it is, is described by a master pen.
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE RANKS;Or, Two Recruits in the United States Army.UNCLE SAM'S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY;Or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons.UNCLE SAM'S BOYS AS SERGEANTS;Or, Handling Their First Real Commands.UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE PHILIPPINES;Or, Following the Flag Against the Moros.
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE RANKS;Or, Two Recruits in the United States Army.
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY;Or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons.
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS AS SERGEANTS;Or, Handling Their First Real Commands.
UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE PHILIPPINES;Or, Following the Flag Against the Moros.
These stories throb with the life of young Americans on to-day's huge drab Dreadnaughts.
THE BATTLESHIP BOYS AT SEA;Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy.THE BATTLESHIP BOYS FIRST STEP UPWARD;Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers.THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN FOREIGN SERVICE;Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas.THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN THE TROPICS;Or, Upholding the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution.
THE BATTLESHIP BOYS AT SEA;Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy.
THE BATTLESHIP BOYS FIRST STEP UPWARD;Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers.
THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN FOREIGN SERVICE;Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas.
THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN THE TROPICS;Or, Upholding the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution.
Real live stories pulsing with the vibrant atmosphere of outdoor life.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS.THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY.THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT.THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS IN THE HILLS.THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS BY THE SEA.THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ON THE TENNIS COURTS.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS IN THE HILLS.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS BY THE SEA.
THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ON THE TENNIS COURTS.
In this series of bright, crisp books a new note has been struck. Boys of every age under sixty will be interested in these fascinating volumes.
THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN;Or, Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks and Sports.THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER;Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond.THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END;Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football Gridiron.THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM;Or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard.
THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN;Or, Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks and Sports.
THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER;Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond.
THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END;Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football Gridiron.
THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM;Or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard.
This series of stories, based on the actual doings of grammar school boys, comes near to the heart of the average American boy.
THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY;Or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving.THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND;Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports.THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS;Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and Knowledge.THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS;Or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure.
THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY;Or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving.
THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND;Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports.
THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS;Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and Knowledge.
THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS;Or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure.
"Give us more Dick Prescott books!"
This has been the burden of the cry from young readers of the country over. Almost numberless letters have been received by the publishers, making this eager demand; for Dick Prescott, Dave Darrin, Tom Reade, and the other members of Dick & Co. are the most popular high school boys in the land. Boys will alternately thrill and chuckle when reading these splendid narratives.
THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' CANOE CLUB;Or, Dick & Co.'s Rivals on Lake Pleasant.THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP;Or, The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven.THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' FISHING TRIP;Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness.THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' TRAINING HIKE;Or, Dick & Co. Making Themselves "Hard as Nails."
THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' CANOE CLUB;Or, Dick & Co.'s Rivals on Lake Pleasant.
THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP;Or, The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven.
THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' FISHING TRIP;Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness.
THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' TRAINING HIKE;Or, Dick & Co. Making Themselves "Hard as Nails."
Mr. Darlington's books breathe forth every phase of an intensely interesting and exciting life.
THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS;Or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life.THE CIRCUS BOYS ACROSS THE CONTINENT;Or, Winning New Laurels on the Tanbark.THE CIRCUS BOYS IN DIXIE LAND;Or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South.THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI;Or, Afloat with the Big Show on the Big River.
THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS;Or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life.
THE CIRCUS BOYS ACROSS THE CONTINENT;Or, Winning New Laurels on the Tanbark.
THE CIRCUS BOYS IN DIXIE LAND;Or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South.
THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI;Or, Afloat with the Big Show on the Big River.
These breezy stories of the American High School Girl take the reader fairly by storm.
GRACE HARLOWE'S PLEBE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Merry Doings of the Oakdale Freshman Girls.GRACE HARLOWE'S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Record of the Girl Chums in Work and Athletics.GRACE HARLOWE'S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities.GRACE HARLOWE'S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Parting of the Ways.
GRACE HARLOWE'S PLEBE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Merry Doings of the Oakdale Freshman Girls.
GRACE HARLOWE'S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Record of the Girl Chums in Work and Athletics.
GRACE HARLOWE'S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities.
GRACE HARLOWE'S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;Or, The Parting of the Ways.
No girl's library—no family book-case can be considered at all complete unless it contains these sparkling twentieth-century books.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT;Or, Watching the Summer Parade.THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES;Or, The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail.THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON;Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow.THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO;Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds.THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH;Or, Proving Their Mettle Under Southern Skies.THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT WASHINGTON;Or, Checkmating the Plots of Foreign Spies.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT;Or, Watching the Summer Parade.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES;Or, The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON;Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO;Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH;Or, Proving Their Mettle Under Southern Skies.
THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT WASHINGTON;Or, Checkmating the Plots of Foreign Spies.