On caucus days or election days it had been Zaanan Frame’s custom to sit in his office and receive his friends. There were few who did not take that opportunity to shake Zaanan’s hand, to show themselves at his levee. Most came because it was their pleasure to do so; some came because they regarded it as the part of wisdom.
But on this caucus day Zaanan sat alone. Outside on the steps was Dolf Springer, taciturn, doleful. That was all. The old man was deserted. Diversity had forsaken him on the day of his downfall. The power he had wielded for more than a generation had dropped from him, leaving in the place of the political dictator merely a tired, weary, disappointed old man.
He had taken some comfort in that greatest of all books, theJustices’ Guide. Now he laid it aside and rose.
“Dolf,” he called.
The one faithful retainer entered.
“Calc’late we’ll be startin’ for the op’ry-house, Dolf.”
On other years this had been a sort of triumphal procession. Zaanan had marched to the opera-house surrounded by his friends. Now he looked quizzically at Dolf.
“Seems like we was sort of scarce this mornin’, Dolf, eh?”
“Doggone ’em!” said Dolf, vindictively.
They started, a pitiful procession. As they made their progress there were eyes that turned away with a feeling of shame; other eyes stared gleefully. Here was ocular evidence that Zaanan Frame was beaten; that they, the sovereign voters of Diversity, had been able thus easily to reach out and pluck him down.
When Zaanan arrived the opera-house was full. Zaanan, who had for years been given a conspicuous place of honor, found a seat with difficulty. He sank listlessly into his chair, slid forward with extended legs, and let the brush of his beard rest on the bosom of his shirt. He did not look about him.
Had he studied the hall, he must have been surprised, not alone at the numbers present, but at the composition of the spectators. In Diversity women were accustomed to take no part in politics—even that slight part of watching their men functioning in caucus or convention. But this morning was presented a condition abnormal. The gallery, usually occupied by a sprinkling of loafers, was filled with women. Not ten women or a score of women, but row after row of women; the mothers and wives of Diversity in a body.
Others had been surprised by it. Not a few husbands had remarked upon it to wives as they left their housework and departed. Some wives had evaded questions; the bolder ones and the majority did not hesitate to inform their husbands, in words easily understood, that their reasons for going to the caucus were nobody’s business but their own.
The monotonous routine of organization was completed. Throughout, Peleg Goodwin had been in the public eye. He was a figure of importance. He already assumed the dignity of the office which was to be his as it had once been Zaanan’s. Peleg had views as to his future. What Zaanan had done Peleg could do. True, Moran was putting him where he was; but later—Peleg would see to that. His bearing was feudal.
The gallery had watched impatiently, if silently. So this was polities? So these futilely buzzing, smoking, lounging male creatures below were actually their husbands exercising a high rite of citizenship! It was monotonous. It even moved some of them to giggles. Many of them had invested the caucus with the dignity of mystery, with a certain pomp and regality. Now they saw it as it was, in no wise different from a casual gathering round the wood-stove in the post-office on any day in winter.
“So that’s how it’s done,” said the Widow Stickney. “Huh! ’Tain’t much more glitterin’ than peelin’ potaters. And I doubt if it’s as useful.”
But when the moment arrived for nominations for the office of justice of the peace, the women leaned forward, interested, not to miss a phase of it.
Young Lawyer Bourne placed Peleg in nomination, did so noisily, flamboyantly, with waving of arms and screaming of eagle. He mentioned Peleg as Peleg had never been mentioned before. If the young man had not mentioned Peleg’s name at the outset, that worthy candidate would not himself have recognized the subject of the speech. But Peleg enjoyed it. Maybe that’s what he really was and hadn’t realized it; maybe that’s what his fellow-men had been thinking about him for years, wasted years. Why, with such regard he might have risen to the Governor’s chair!
“Look at Peleg,” whispered the widow. “If somebody don’t tie a strap round his chist he’s a-goin’ to bust.”
Peleg’s nomination was duly seconded, not by Michael Moran, for Moran’s residence was elsewhere, but to Moran’s satisfaction. He sat on the aisle, well toward the front, and had been the recipient of much attention. Easily Moran was the dominant figure of the body. Why should he not be, on this his day of victory over his enemies?
Zaanan sat motionless, spoke to no one, paid no attention to what went forward. He was there, that was all. It seemed as if he had come from, habit, not from interest. After the first few moments he was forgotten, unnoticed. Zaanan had been moved on to oblivion.
Bob Allen nominated Zaanan. He made no speech, simply mounted the platform and announced that he placed the name of Zaanan Frame before the caucus as a candidate for the justiceship. It was a form, that was all. Then he stepped down.
“Any secondin’ speech?” asked the chairman—a form, too.
“Calc’late there is,” said a voice at the rear of the hall, and Steve Gilders arose, for once detached from the rifle which had grown to be as much a part of him as his arms.
As Steve walked forward, indeed, as the first of his words fell on the ears of the body, it became silent. Men looked at one another, felt a tenseness in the air, an apprehension. A small boy walked by Steve’s side, his hand in Steve’s.
Together they mounted the platform, stood facing the hall.
“I’m here to second that there nomination,” Steve said, harshly. “Bein’s I haint taught in speech-makin’ I fetched help. But I figger the boy and me’ll be able to make out.”
He got down on one knee so his face was on a level with the child’s.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Steve,” said the little one.
“What’s your other name?”
“Hain’t got none.”
Every man, every woman, in the house was straining forward. Here was something not to be expected by any; something fraught with meaning. Michael Moran was of those whose eyes were fixed on the two figures. He half arose to his feet, then sank back, face distorted, fists clenched.
“Who was your ma?” Steve asked, in a voice that chilled.
“Susie Gilders.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s dead.”
“What killed her?”
“She did,” said the child, his lips quivering.
“Why?”
“On account of me.”
The gallery became audible—it gasped once, then was silent again.
“Who is your pa?” Steve went on, inexorably.
“Michael Moran.”
“Who do you hate?”
“Michael Moran.”
Steve arose, lifted the child above his head.
“Look at him, folks,” he said; “he’s secondin’ the nomination of Zaanan Frame.”
He turned, now leading the boy, descended from the platform, passed down the aisle toward the rear of the hall. The child’s coat brushed Moran’s sleeve, unconscious of whom it passed. Moran shrank away from the touch.
Nobody spoke, nobody moved, save Moran. He leaped to his feet, face working with rage, with shame, with the ignominy of it.
“It’s a lie!” he shouted.
“It’s the truth!” Steve Gilders said over his shoulder.
In the gallery a woman stood. She pointed downward to an individual on the floor.
“Tom Samson,” she said, shrilly, “you’re goin’ to vote now. Vote right or don’t come home to me.”
Another woman dared equally. “You, too, George Perkins.”
Woman after woman was on her feet, singling out her man, letting him hear her voice in this matter.
The vote was taken in silence, counted in silence. The hall awaited its announcement in silence. Three votes were cast for Peleg Goodwin, the rest for Zaanan Frame.
There was a cheer, but it came not from the floor, not from the men folk. It was shriller than a cheer by the men would have been, for it came from the throats of the wives and mothers of them. Women not accustomed to politics had taken a hand in that game. Women not granted the suffrage by our laws had by their mere presence wielded the powers of the suffrage. They had not voted in person for Zaanan Frame; they had exerted no prior influence; but they had at the moment of action shown their men what was in their hearts, and the men voted in accord with it. The women of Diversity had shown there was a force, a power resident within them, that was capable of ruling when it sought to rule. Men versed in the law tell us that in every state the supreme power must lie definitely in some individual or some group of individuals. Where autocracy, absolutism, obtains, the supreme fountainhead of authority is in the autocrat; in a republic it abides in the citizens. The women of Diversity had made apparent where resided the ultimate authority in their village.
Moran had left the opera-house.
Scatteringly at first, then with volume, arose shouts for Zaanan. Shamefaced men bellowed his name, at first because they were ashamed, afraid, to do otherwise, then with an infection of enthusiasm, perhaps with a clearness of vision they had been deprived of hitherto. Zaanan walked forward slowly, gravely, with no indication of elation in his face. From the platform he eyed them sternly.
“Folks,” he began, presently, “I can’t say I take any pride in this. I don’t feel like I’d been honored. No, I hain’t been honored, except by them that hadn’t votes to vote. My heart hain’t so old but it kin appreciate bein’ trusted and respected by them that sits in the gallery. They stayed by me when you forsook me. You men, ’tain’t on your accounts I’m takin’ this place agin; it’s because of them women that I’ve seen babies in their cradles, and for the babies that is in their cradles to-day.”
He stopped to remove his spectacles.
“I should ’a’ let you have a dose of Peleg and Moran. It would ’a’ been good for you. But I seen you didn’t have sense nor judgment to know what you was doin’, so I done what I’ve had to do before. I took things into my own hands, and for another spell things’ll go on as they did before. I was hopin’ you’d learned. I was hopin’, when I come to step out for good, that you’d be fit to handle the job yourselves. I’m disapp’inted in that, so I’ll hang on as long as I can.”
He stopped again and tugged at his beard, and glowered at the men as one might glower at refractory children.
“Some of you men that’s here to-day has money in your pockets that don’t b’long there. It’s Michael Moran’s money. For a dollar or two, that’ll be spent and forgot in a week, you sold somethin’ that’s next worse to sell than the decency of your homes. You sold somethin’ that men have fought for and give their all for. The whole of this here nation’s built up on you and others like you. You’re a part of the Gov’ment; the nation trusts each feller to do his votin’ and his politics to the best of his judgment. But you hain’t done that. You’ve up and sold your votes. I calc’late I hain’t never been more ashamed. At the door of this op’ry-house is Dolf Springer holdin’ a bushel basket. He’s holdin’ it in plain sight of all. If you that’s took money hopes to have my respect, and the respect of your wives and mothers and daughters, you’ll rise now and march past Dolf, and you’ll chuck into that basket the Judas-money that’s soilin’ your pockets. Now, I’m waitin’.”
They looked at one another shamefaced, each man afraid to be the first to rise.
“Tom Samson,” came his wife’s voice, “you head that percession.”
There was the hint of a nervous laugh from the men, but Tom got to his feet.
“Zaanan,” he said, shakily, “I’m a dum sight more ashamed ’n you be of me,” and he marched to make his deposit in Dolf’s basket.
It was a procession. Men formed in line behind Tom, and there were leathery faces that felt for the first time in many years the down-trickle of tears. Zaanan was wiping his eyes unashamed. Audible sobs descended from the gallery. The atmosphere was that of a revival—it was a revival, a moment of regeneration, a moment that would linger in the minds of those men as long as mind and body remained bound together. The line filed past Dolf and the men returned to their seats.
“I calc’late the business of this caucus is about over,” Zaanan said. “When what’s left to be done is over I wisht Parson Bloom ’u’d say a benediction. ’Tain’t usual at sich meetin’s, but ’twon’t do any harm.”
So it was done. Aged Parson Bloom mounted the platform, his silvery head bared, and held his arms extended over them. His words were few, simple:
“‘The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.’”
Then they passed out, leaving Zaanan alone on the platform, seated in a huge arm-chair, his head bent wearily, his face in his hands.
Jim, in what might be termed a ramshackle physical condition, drove to town the morning of the caucus. His left arm occupied a sling. He had not seen Marie. She would not have known him had he seen her, for she lay in the borderland, not delirious, not unconscious wholly, but strangely indifferent, still. He did not wish to see her.
He went directly to his office, nor did he leave it during the morning. The caucus was in progress. He had been vitally interested in it. But this morning nothing interested him; he was apathetic. Part of this was due to physical condition, more to mental stress.
Even when the Diversity Bank presented for payment his note for thirty thousand dollars he was not aroused. It would have been his nature to do something, anything, in an effort to avert calamity; but it was not Sudden Jim who sat before his desk. It was just Jim, shorn of the attribute which had earned him his name.
He had expected the note to be presented. Well, he could not pay. There was no way to pay. Somehow he had failed, and his father would think the family blood had grown thin in his veins. Even that mattered little. Moran had beaten him. The burning of Crab Creek Trestle was a decisive blow. Before it could be replaced the logs in his yard would be exhausted, the mills must shut down for lack of raw material. There was no use to try to sweep back the inevitable; it was attempting to stay the inflowing tide with a broom.
He did not leave the office at dinner-time, but asked young Newell to fetch him a lunch from the hotel. Three days remained, the days of grace allowed by law after the presentation of his note. He saw no use for them.
It had not yet struck one o’clock when Zaanan Frame came in.
“Feelin’ perty bad, Jim, eh? Had a perty tough time?”
Jim nodded.
“Git on your hat. I’ve fetched Tiffany, and we’ll drive down to the Diversity Company’s annual meetin’. Guess a drive after the best hoss in the county’ll perk you up consid’able.”
“What’s the use, Judge? They’ve got me. I’m done.”
“Huh! Sudden Jim, eh? Don’t act very sudden jest now. What’s ailin’ your ambition?”
Jim told him briefly, with complete discouragement.
“Wasn’t at the caucus this mornin’?” Zaanan asked.
“No; I didn’t have the heart to go.”
“Figgered I was beat, didn’t you, eh? Figgered the ol’ man didn’t have a ghost of a show?”
“I knew it.”
“Um! No more show ’n you’ve got to pull out of this mess? Not any more show than that, eh?”
“I guess we’re in the same boat.”
“You hain’t asked who got nominated this mornin’, Jim.”
“No need to, Zaanan.”
Zaanan chuckled. “Wa-al, you’re a-goin’ to hear news then. Peleg he slipped up some on his calc’lations.”
Interest gleamed in Jim’s eyes at last.
“What’s that?” he said.
“Folks sort of, after a manner, made up their minds they couldn’t git along without me.”
“You beat them?”
“To be sure. And I hadn’t no more chance ’n you’ve got. I was as beat as you be, if not beater, wasn’t I? Which p’ints out the fact you never can tell who’s licked till the constable stops the fight—and sometimes not then. Goin’ to git on your hat, Jim?”
“Judge Frame,” said Jim, “you’re a great man! if you say to keep up the struggle, why”—he put on his hat and stood up—“why, let’s get to that meeting.”
“Hain’t no time to lose. Got to git there swift, so I fetched Tiffany. You’re goin’ to ride behind a hoss now, young feller.”
Jim did not smile.
Zaanan was not joking, but speaking with firm faith in his ancient steed. What Tiffany had been in his youth Tiffany still was to the old judge. The horse had not changed in his eyes. They had grown old together, but Zaanan’s love for the creature, his admiration for qualities long vanished, were steadfast as ever.
“Lemme tell you some facts,” said Zaanan. “There’s times when facts is better ammunition ’n bullets. Moran’s consid’able spraddled out financially. He’s made every dollar that belongs to him git to work and do more ’n any dollar ought to do. He’s a reacher. Been a-reachin’ out and a-reachin’ out till it looks like his arm must ’a’ got stretched. Owns stock in the railroad—not a majority, but consid’able. Gits control by proxies. Then along come this Diversity Hardwood Company, and he must git his hands on to it. He’s got some money, but ’tain’t enough. So he puts up his railroad stock for collateral and buys a block of Diversity Company. Then he talks the stockholders into thinkin’ he’s consid’able big punkin. Two fellers in Grand Rapids that owns control up and makes him president and general manager of the outfit—and takes over his notes and collateral for him. They’re a-carryin’ him, ’cause they figgered he was a man could make money for ’em. Got that all down, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Know what to do with it?”
“No.”
“Then p’int your ears and listen.”
While Tiffany jogged along at the breakneck pace Zaanan attributed to him the old justice instructed Jim.
Eleven stockholders in the Diversity Hardwood Company were present at the meeting, including Zaanan and Jim. Moran was in the chair. He had raised objection when Jim entered, but was referred to the company’s stock-book. The meeting was called to order and routine business completed. The election of directors was imminent.
Jim stood up.
“Mister Chairman,” he said, “before we start on this election there is a matter I want to lay before the stockholders.”
“We have more important business than to listen to you now,” snapped Moran.
“The most important business this meeting can attend to is what I have to lay before them.”
“Go ahead, go ahead,” said a burly, grizzly-haired man who lounged back in his chair smoking a huge and powerful cigar. “What’s on your mind?”
“As a stockholder in this company I charge the president with more than one act prejudicial to the interest of the company and with more than one act reflecting on the honor and business integrity of the concern.”
Moran leaped to his feet.
“This is the man who hired a gang of toughs to raid our camps and steal our railroad. He’s stolen our timber; he’s on the verge of bankruptcy—owing us money—and last night he went on to our property and set fire to Crab Creek Trestle. He’ll see the inside of jail for that.”
“Now, now, Moran, one at a time,” said the big man. “You’ll get your chance. Go ahead, young fellow. You’ve made your statements; now back them up—or git.”
“First,” said Jim, “this company needs the Le Bar tract. Is that not so?”
“You bet we do,” said the big man.
“Moran has had a chance to buy—at a reasonable figure—and has refused even to deal. I have an option on that timber. Because I have it, because he is after my scalp, he won’t deal. You’ve tried to buy of Le Bar for half a dozen years. That’s charge number one.”
“His price was exorbitant. It was a hold-up,” Moran shouted.
“You have never asked a price. I have never put a price on the land—to you or to anybody else. Next, he has done all in his power to cripple the Ashe Clothespin Company, which is your most valuable single asset. He’s been bought up by the Clothespin Club. First he hired a man to cripple our machinery; another of his men filled our logs with spikes for us to saw into. His railroad has withheld cars for our shipments. These acts he has done as president of this concern. Is it pleasant to you gentlemen that your president, in your own woods, should spike your own logs and ship them to a valuable customer? These things I am in position to prove. He refused to carry out the terms of this company’s contract, would not give us logs, so I had to avail myself of the permission of the contract to seize and operate your logging machinery. And, finally, last night, by his orders, property of this company was destroyed by fire. Michael Moran burned Crab Creek Trestle. This I can prove.”
“It’s an infernal lie!” Moran shouted.
“There, there,” said the big man. “If Mr. Ashe is lying we’ll see you have satisfaction. Just prove the burning of the trestle; well let the other matters go for another day.”
Zaanan went to the door and called. Steve Gilders came in, rifle under his arm, pushing another individual before him.
“Here’s your proof,” said Zaanan, dryly. “Go ahead, Steve.”
“This here feller,” said Steve, “burned the trestle last night. Soaked her with oil and touched her off. Then he took a shot at Mr. Ashe there—and thought he’d got him. Calc’late he thought so till this minnit, for he hain’t heard nothin’ to the contrary. Now, Kowterski, I seen you. Who told you to burn that there trestle?”
“He did,” said Kowterski, pointing to Moran.
Moran sprang toward Kowterski, but Gilders shifted his rifle. “Don’t go prancin’ round. I guess you know I wouldn’t grieve none if I was forced to hurt you, Moran.”
“Moran,” said the big man, “this isn’t altogether unexpected. My good friend, Judge Frame, has been in touch with me, and we’ve done a bit of investigating ourselves. Now I’ll tell you what we’re going to do, Wilkins and I. We’ve held you up; you had us on the blind side. Personally I don’t like to be fooled. It r’iles me, and I’m good and plenty r’iled. We sha’n’t press the incendiarism charge. Putting you in prison wouldn’t make me any happier; but busting you would. This locality won’t be broken-hearted to see you removed from it. Your notes are due; we shall not renew. Our attorneys have been notified to take the usual steps to realize on your collateral. Now if I were you I’d clear out. We haven’t any more use for you here.”
Moran protested, threatened, raved. When he was done and the room was rid of him, the big man turned to Jim:
“I hear you’ve earned a name, young man. Sudden Jim, is it? A good name, and your father’ll be glad to hear of it. Maybe I can give you a piece of news. Saw Welliver and Jenkins yesterday. They’re through. The Clothespin Club will be good if you’ll cry quits. Meeting next week in Grand Rapids, and you’d better go.”
“About that option of yours, son,” said the stockholder named Wilkins, “we know what it cost you. You’re entitled to your profit. Will two dollars an acre satisfy you? If it will the board, when it is elected, will instruct the treasurer to give you his check for the amount.”
The movement of affairs had been too swift even for Sudden Jim. The revolution in his condition had been too rapid. He could scarcely grasp it. Moran done for, himself offered a profit on his option which would pay the note presented that day and leave a pleasant margin of cash! His acceptance was prompt.
He drove back to Diversity with Zaanan after the meeting. For most of the way he was silent, dazed at the outcome of affairs. At last he spoke.
“Judge,” said he, “I said you were a great man this afternoon—”
“That’s all right, Jim.”
“If it hadn’t been for you—”
“To be sure! To be sure! It’s my business to meddle. And, besides, Clothespin Jimmy and I was raised side by side. He licked me four times ’fore I was twelve year old. He told me to sorter look after you a mite, figgerin’ you might need it. And say, son, if I was you I’d go hell-for-leather out to Steve’s place. You’ve been messin’ up things with that girl out there. I dun’no’ but you ought to git thrashed for actin’ so; but you’re young and sudden.” Zaanan smiled dryly. “’Twa’n’t Marie told Moran you was goin’ to swoop down on his camp; it was that young Newell up to your office. Call to mind, it was him warned you the trestle was goin’ to burn. Moran’s had him bought up quite a spell.”
“Judge—” said Jim. “Judge—”
“Yes, son, you’re as big a dum fool as you figger you are, and maybe more. The young is inclined to value themselves high.”
“Will you drive me out to her? Now? She’ll never forget—never forgive—what I said to her and believed; but I’ve got to tell her. I’ve got to beg her forgiveness.”
“While you’re doin’ your beggin’,” said Zaanan, shrewdly, “you might throw in a few words about how much you think of her. Eh? That kind of talk is sort of flavorin’ in a girl’s ear.”
“There is a good deal of it for me to say,” said Jim.
He did not speak again until the miles to Steve Gilders’s shanty were traversed, until they stood at the low door of the house. Jim rushed ahead of Zaanan, opened the door.
“Is she—Where is she? Can I—I must see her now!” he said to the astonished woman who had sat with Marie through the night.
“She’s perked up a mite,” said the woman, “but she don’t act like she was happy. Go right in. She’s able to talk to folks now.”
Jim opened the door and entered the bedroom softly. He found Marie’s eyes on his face as he turned toward the bed, dark wells of misery.
“Marie,” he whispered, and knelt by her side, his hand fumbling for her hand. “Marie, it was cruel. I—I have no excuse to offer you. Where I should have trusted I failed to trust. I loved you—but I was not worthy to love you. Even when I believed you had done that thing, I loved you. I could not tear it out of my heart. There is nothing I can do but tell you how my love failed, and beg you to forgive me if you can. What is gone is gone. I have lost you, and I know the bitterness of loss.”
She turned her face toward him; her eyes were beautiful—softly, tenderly beautiful.
“I—am not lost,” she whispered, “so—so badly that you can’t find me—if you look.”
“Marie!”
“Jim, last night I learned something about love. I know what it is. I knew you would learn the truth. All that—I put aside. While I was trying to reach you I put it aside. I knew love would abide, through griefs, through whatever had gone before, whatever was to come. I loved you—would always love you. Do you know, Jim, I had made up my mind to fight for my love? Yes, if others had not proved I did not do that thing, I should have proved it to you myself. Because I—wanted you, Jim. Because I had to have you.”
He clung to her hand, speechless. A ray of glory had fallen upon him, and he was blinded with it.
“Jim,” she said, “you have never kissed me. You aren’t acting like—the Sudden Jim I want for my own.”
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Abner Daniel. By Will N. Harben.Adventures of Gerard. By A. Conan Doyle.Adventures of a Modest Man. By Robert W. Chambers.Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.Adventures of Jimmie Dale, The. By Frank L. Packard.After House, The. By Mary Roberts Rinehart.Alisa Paige. By Robert W. Chambers.Alton of Somasco. By Harold Bindloss.A Man’s Man. By Ian Hay.Amateur Gentleman, The. By Jeffery Farnol.Andrew The Glad. By Maria Thompson Daviess.Ann Boyd. By Will N. Harben.Anna the Adventuress. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Another Man’s Shoes. By Victor Bridges.Ariadne of Allan Water. By Sidney McCall.Armchair at the Inn, The. By F. Hopkinson Smith.Around Old Chester. By Margaret Deland.Athalie. By Robert W. Chambers.At the Mercy of Tiberius. By Augusta Evans Wilson.Auction Block, The. By Rex Beach.Aunt Jane. By Jeanette Lee.Aunt Jane of Kentucky. By Eliza C. Hall.Awakening of Helena Richie. By Margaret Deland.Bambi. By Marjorie Benton Cooke.Bandbox, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Barbara of the Snows. By Harry Irving Green.Bar 20. By Clarence E. Mulford.Bar 20 Days. By Clarence E. Mulford.Barrier, The. By Rex Beach.Beasts of Tarzan, The. By Edgar Rice Burroughs.Betchy. By Bettina Von Hutten.Bella Donna. By Robert Hichens.Beloved Vagabond, The. By Wm. J. Locke.Beltane the Smith. By Jeffery Farnol.Ben Blair. By Will Lillibridge.Betrayal, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Better Man, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Beulah. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.Beyond the Frontier. By Randall Parrish.Black Is White. By George Barr McCutcheon.
Abner Daniel. By Will N. Harben.
Adventures of Gerard. By A. Conan Doyle.
Adventures of a Modest Man. By Robert W. Chambers.
Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.
Adventures of Jimmie Dale, The. By Frank L. Packard.
After House, The. By Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Alisa Paige. By Robert W. Chambers.
Alton of Somasco. By Harold Bindloss.
A Man’s Man. By Ian Hay.
Amateur Gentleman, The. By Jeffery Farnol.
Andrew The Glad. By Maria Thompson Daviess.
Ann Boyd. By Will N. Harben.
Anna the Adventuress. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Another Man’s Shoes. By Victor Bridges.
Ariadne of Allan Water. By Sidney McCall.
Armchair at the Inn, The. By F. Hopkinson Smith.
Around Old Chester. By Margaret Deland.
Athalie. By Robert W. Chambers.
At the Mercy of Tiberius. By Augusta Evans Wilson.
Auction Block, The. By Rex Beach.
Aunt Jane. By Jeanette Lee.
Aunt Jane of Kentucky. By Eliza C. Hall.
Awakening of Helena Richie. By Margaret Deland.
Bambi. By Marjorie Benton Cooke.
Bandbox, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.
Barbara of the Snows. By Harry Irving Green.
Bar 20. By Clarence E. Mulford.
Bar 20 Days. By Clarence E. Mulford.
Barrier, The. By Rex Beach.
Beasts of Tarzan, The. By Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Betchy. By Bettina Von Hutten.
Bella Donna. By Robert Hichens.
Beloved Vagabond, The. By Wm. J. Locke.
Beltane the Smith. By Jeffery Farnol.
Ben Blair. By Will Lillibridge.
Betrayal, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Better Man, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.
Beulah. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.
Beyond the Frontier. By Randall Parrish.
Black Is White. By George Barr McCutcheon.
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Blind Man’s Eyes, The. By Wm. MacHarg & Edwin Balmer.Bob Hampton of Placer. By Randall Parrish.Bob, Son of Battle. By Alfred Ollivant.Britton of the Seventh. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Broad Highway, The. By Jeffery Farnol.Bronze Bell, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Bronze Eagle, The. By Baroness Orczy.Buck Peters, Ranchman. By Clarence E. Mulford.Business of Life, The. By Robert W. Chambers.By Right of Purchase. By Harold Bindloss.Cabbages and Kings. By O. Henry.Calling of Dan Matthews, The, By Harold Bell Wright.Cape Cod Stories. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Dan’s Daughter. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Eri. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Warren’s Wards. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cardigan, By Robert W. Chambers.Carpet From Bagdad, The. By Harold MacGrath.Cease Firing. By Mary Johnson.Chain of Evidence, A. By Carolyn Wells.Chief Legatee, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Cleek of Scotland Yard. By T. W. Hanshew.Clipped Wings. By Rupert Hughes.Coast of Adventure, The. By Harold Bindloss.Colonial Free Lance, A. By Chauncey C. Hotchktss,Coming of Cassidy, The. By Clarence E. Mulford.Coming of the Law, The. By Chas. A. Seltzer.Conquest of Canaan, The. By Booth Tarkington.Conspirators, The. By Robt. W. Chambers.Counsel for the Defense. By Leroy Scott.Court of Inquiry, A. By Grace S. Richmond.Crime Doctor, The. By E. W. HornungCrimson Gardenia, The, and Other Tales of Adventure. By Rex Beach.Cross Currents. By Eleanor H. Porter.Cry in the Wilderness, A. By Mary E. Waller.Cynthia of the Minute. By Louis Jos. Vance.Dark Hollow, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Dave’s Daughter. By Patience Bevier Cole.
Blind Man’s Eyes, The. By Wm. MacHarg & Edwin Balmer.Bob Hampton of Placer. By Randall Parrish.Bob, Son of Battle. By Alfred Ollivant.Britton of the Seventh. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Broad Highway, The. By Jeffery Farnol.Bronze Bell, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Bronze Eagle, The. By Baroness Orczy.Buck Peters, Ranchman. By Clarence E. Mulford.Business of Life, The. By Robert W. Chambers.By Right of Purchase. By Harold Bindloss.Cabbages and Kings. By O. Henry.Calling of Dan Matthews, The, By Harold Bell Wright.Cape Cod Stories. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Dan’s Daughter. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Eri. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cap’n Warren’s Wards. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Cardigan, By Robert W. Chambers.Carpet From Bagdad, The. By Harold MacGrath.Cease Firing. By Mary Johnson.Chain of Evidence, A. By Carolyn Wells.Chief Legatee, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Cleek of Scotland Yard. By T. W. Hanshew.Clipped Wings. By Rupert Hughes.Coast of Adventure, The. By Harold Bindloss.Colonial Free Lance, A. By Chauncey C. Hotchktss,Coming of Cassidy, The. By Clarence E. Mulford.Coming of the Law, The. By Chas. A. Seltzer.Conquest of Canaan, The. By Booth Tarkington.Conspirators, The. By Robt. W. Chambers.Counsel for the Defense. By Leroy Scott.Court of Inquiry, A. By Grace S. Richmond.Crime Doctor, The. By E. W. HornungCrimson Gardenia, The, and Other Tales of Adventure. By Rex Beach.Cross Currents. By Eleanor H. Porter.Cry in the Wilderness, A. By Mary E. Waller.Cynthia of the Minute. By Louis Jos. Vance.Dark Hollow, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Dave’s Daughter. By Patience Bevier Cole.
Blind Man’s Eyes, The. By Wm. MacHarg & Edwin Balmer.
Bob Hampton of Placer. By Randall Parrish.
Bob, Son of Battle. By Alfred Ollivant.
Britton of the Seventh. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.
Broad Highway, The. By Jeffery Farnol.
Bronze Bell, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.
Bronze Eagle, The. By Baroness Orczy.
Buck Peters, Ranchman. By Clarence E. Mulford.
Business of Life, The. By Robert W. Chambers.
By Right of Purchase. By Harold Bindloss.
Cabbages and Kings. By O. Henry.
Calling of Dan Matthews, The, By Harold Bell Wright.
Cape Cod Stories. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cap’n Dan’s Daughter. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cap’n Eri. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cap’n Warren’s Wards. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cardigan, By Robert W. Chambers.
Carpet From Bagdad, The. By Harold MacGrath.
Cease Firing. By Mary Johnson.
Chain of Evidence, A. By Carolyn Wells.
Chief Legatee, The. By Anna Katharine Green.
Cleek of Scotland Yard. By T. W. Hanshew.
Clipped Wings. By Rupert Hughes.
Coast of Adventure, The. By Harold Bindloss.
Colonial Free Lance, A. By Chauncey C. Hotchktss,
Coming of Cassidy, The. By Clarence E. Mulford.
Coming of the Law, The. By Chas. A. Seltzer.
Conquest of Canaan, The. By Booth Tarkington.
Conspirators, The. By Robt. W. Chambers.
Counsel for the Defense. By Leroy Scott.
Court of Inquiry, A. By Grace S. Richmond.
Crime Doctor, The. By E. W. Hornung
Crimson Gardenia, The, and Other Tales of Adventure. By Rex Beach.
Cross Currents. By Eleanor H. Porter.
Cry in the Wilderness, A. By Mary E. Waller.
Cynthia of the Minute. By Louis Jos. Vance.
Dark Hollow, The. By Anna Katharine Green.
Dave’s Daughter. By Patience Bevier Cole.
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Day of Days, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Day of the Dog, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.Depot Master, The. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Desired Woman, The. By Will N. Harben.Destroying Angel, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Dixie Hart. By Will N. Harben.Double Traitor, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Drusilla With a Million. By Elizabeth Cooper.Eagle of the Empire, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.El Dorado. By Baroness Orczy,Elusive Isabel. By Jacques Futrelle.Empty Pockets. By Rupert Hughes.Enchanted Hat, The. By Harold MacGrath.Eye of Dread, The. By Payne Erskine.Eyes of the World, The. By Harold Bell Wright.Felix O’Day. By F. Hopkinson Smith.50-40 or Fight. By Emerson Hough.Fighting Chance, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Financier, The. By Theodore Dreiser.Flamsted Quarries, By Mary E. Waller.Flying Mercury, The. By Eleanor M. Ingram.For a Maiden Brave. By Chauncey C. Hotchkiss.Four Million, The. By O. Henry,Four Pool’s Mystery, The. By Jean Webster.Fruitful Vine, The. By Robert Hichens.Get-Rich-Quick Wallingford. By George Randolph Chester.Gilbert Neat. By Will N. Harben.Girl From His Town, The. By Marie Van Vorst.Girl of the Blue Ridge, A. By Payne Erskine.Girl Who Lived in the Woods, The. By Marjorie BentonGirl Who Won, The. By Beth Ellis.Glory of Clementina, The. By Wm. J. Locke.Glory of the Conquered, The. By Susan Glaspell.God’s Country and the Woman. By James Oliver Curwood.God’s Good Man. By Marie Corelli.Going Some. By Rex Beach.Gold Bag, The. By Carolyn Wells.
Day of Days, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Day of the Dog, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.Depot Master, The. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Desired Woman, The. By Will N. Harben.Destroying Angel, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Dixie Hart. By Will N. Harben.Double Traitor, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Drusilla With a Million. By Elizabeth Cooper.Eagle of the Empire, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.El Dorado. By Baroness Orczy,Elusive Isabel. By Jacques Futrelle.Empty Pockets. By Rupert Hughes.Enchanted Hat, The. By Harold MacGrath.Eye of Dread, The. By Payne Erskine.Eyes of the World, The. By Harold Bell Wright.Felix O’Day. By F. Hopkinson Smith.50-40 or Fight. By Emerson Hough.Fighting Chance, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Financier, The. By Theodore Dreiser.Flamsted Quarries, By Mary E. Waller.Flying Mercury, The. By Eleanor M. Ingram.For a Maiden Brave. By Chauncey C. Hotchkiss.Four Million, The. By O. Henry,Four Pool’s Mystery, The. By Jean Webster.Fruitful Vine, The. By Robert Hichens.Get-Rich-Quick Wallingford. By George Randolph Chester.Gilbert Neat. By Will N. Harben.Girl From His Town, The. By Marie Van Vorst.Girl of the Blue Ridge, A. By Payne Erskine.Girl Who Lived in the Woods, The. By Marjorie BentonGirl Who Won, The. By Beth Ellis.Glory of Clementina, The. By Wm. J. Locke.Glory of the Conquered, The. By Susan Glaspell.God’s Country and the Woman. By James Oliver Curwood.God’s Good Man. By Marie Corelli.Going Some. By Rex Beach.Gold Bag, The. By Carolyn Wells.
Day of Days, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.
Day of the Dog, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.
Depot Master, The. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Desired Woman, The. By Will N. Harben.
Destroying Angel, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.
Dixie Hart. By Will N. Harben.
Double Traitor, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Drusilla With a Million. By Elizabeth Cooper.
Eagle of the Empire, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.
El Dorado. By Baroness Orczy,
Elusive Isabel. By Jacques Futrelle.
Empty Pockets. By Rupert Hughes.
Enchanted Hat, The. By Harold MacGrath.
Eye of Dread, The. By Payne Erskine.
Eyes of the World, The. By Harold Bell Wright.
Felix O’Day. By F. Hopkinson Smith.
50-40 or Fight. By Emerson Hough.
Fighting Chance, The. By Robert W. Chambers.
Financier, The. By Theodore Dreiser.
Flamsted Quarries, By Mary E. Waller.
Flying Mercury, The. By Eleanor M. Ingram.
For a Maiden Brave. By Chauncey C. Hotchkiss.
Four Million, The. By O. Henry,
Four Pool’s Mystery, The. By Jean Webster.
Fruitful Vine, The. By Robert Hichens.
Get-Rich-Quick Wallingford. By George Randolph Chester.
Gilbert Neat. By Will N. Harben.
Girl From His Town, The. By Marie Van Vorst.
Girl of the Blue Ridge, A. By Payne Erskine.
Girl Who Lived in the Woods, The. By Marjorie Benton
Girl Who Won, The. By Beth Ellis.
Glory of Clementina, The. By Wm. J. Locke.
Glory of the Conquered, The. By Susan Glaspell.
God’s Country and the Woman. By James Oliver Curwood.
God’s Good Man. By Marie Corelli.
Going Some. By Rex Beach.
Gold Bag, The. By Carolyn Wells.
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Golden Slipper, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Golden Web, The. By Anthony Partridge.Gordon Craig. By Randall Parrish.Greater Love Hath No Man. By Frank L. Packard.Greyfriars Bobby. By Eleanor Atkinson.Guests of Hercules, The. By C. N. & A. M. Williamson.Halcyone. By Elinor Glyn.Happy Island (Sequel to Uncle William). By Jeannette LeeHavoc. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Heart of Philura, The. By Florence Kingsley.Heart of the Desert, The. By Honore Willsie.Heart of the Hills, The. By John Fox, Jr.Heart of the Sunset. By Rex Beach.Heart of Thunder Mountain, The. By Elfrid A. Bingham.Heather-Moon, The. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.Her Weight in Gold, By Geo. B. McCutcheon.Hidden Children, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Hoosier Volunteer, The. By Kate and Virgil D. Boyles.Hopalong Cassidy. By Clarence E. Mulford.How Leslie Loved. By Anne Warner.Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker. By S. Weir Mitchell, M.D.Husbands of Edith, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.I Conquered. By Harold Titus.lllustrious Prince, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Idols. By William J. Locke.Indifference of Juliet, The. By Grace S. Richmond.Inez. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.Infelice. By Augusta Evans Wilson.In Her Own Right. By John Reed Scott.Initials Only. By Anna Katharine Green.In Another Girl’s Shoes. By Berta Ruck.Inner Law, The. By Will N. Harben.Innocent. By Marie Corelli.Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, The. By Sax Rohmer.In the Brooding Wild. By Ridgwell Cullum.Intrigues, The. By Harold Bindloss.Iron Trail, The. By Rex Beach.Iron Woman, The. By Margaret Deland.Ishmael (Ill.) By Mrs. Southworth.
Golden Slipper, The. By Anna Katharine Green.Golden Web, The. By Anthony Partridge.Gordon Craig. By Randall Parrish.Greater Love Hath No Man. By Frank L. Packard.Greyfriars Bobby. By Eleanor Atkinson.Guests of Hercules, The. By C. N. & A. M. Williamson.Halcyone. By Elinor Glyn.Happy Island (Sequel to Uncle William). By Jeannette LeeHavoc. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Heart of Philura, The. By Florence Kingsley.Heart of the Desert, The. By Honore Willsie.Heart of the Hills, The. By John Fox, Jr.Heart of the Sunset. By Rex Beach.Heart of Thunder Mountain, The. By Elfrid A. Bingham.Heather-Moon, The. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.Her Weight in Gold, By Geo. B. McCutcheon.Hidden Children, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Hoosier Volunteer, The. By Kate and Virgil D. Boyles.Hopalong Cassidy. By Clarence E. Mulford.How Leslie Loved. By Anne Warner.Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker. By S. Weir Mitchell, M.D.Husbands of Edith, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.I Conquered. By Harold Titus.lllustrious Prince, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Idols. By William J. Locke.Indifference of Juliet, The. By Grace S. Richmond.Inez. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.Infelice. By Augusta Evans Wilson.In Her Own Right. By John Reed Scott.Initials Only. By Anna Katharine Green.In Another Girl’s Shoes. By Berta Ruck.Inner Law, The. By Will N. Harben.Innocent. By Marie Corelli.Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, The. By Sax Rohmer.In the Brooding Wild. By Ridgwell Cullum.Intrigues, The. By Harold Bindloss.Iron Trail, The. By Rex Beach.Iron Woman, The. By Margaret Deland.Ishmael (Ill.) By Mrs. Southworth.
Golden Slipper, The. By Anna Katharine Green.
Golden Web, The. By Anthony Partridge.
Gordon Craig. By Randall Parrish.
Greater Love Hath No Man. By Frank L. Packard.
Greyfriars Bobby. By Eleanor Atkinson.
Guests of Hercules, The. By C. N. & A. M. Williamson.
Halcyone. By Elinor Glyn.
Happy Island (Sequel to Uncle William). By Jeannette Lee
Havoc. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Heart of Philura, The. By Florence Kingsley.
Heart of the Desert, The. By Honore Willsie.
Heart of the Hills, The. By John Fox, Jr.
Heart of the Sunset. By Rex Beach.
Heart of Thunder Mountain, The. By Elfrid A. Bingham.
Heather-Moon, The. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.
Her Weight in Gold, By Geo. B. McCutcheon.
Hidden Children, The. By Robert W. Chambers.
Hoosier Volunteer, The. By Kate and Virgil D. Boyles.
Hopalong Cassidy. By Clarence E. Mulford.
How Leslie Loved. By Anne Warner.
Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker. By S. Weir Mitchell, M.D.
Husbands of Edith, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.
I Conquered. By Harold Titus.
lllustrious Prince, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Idols. By William J. Locke.
Indifference of Juliet, The. By Grace S. Richmond.
Inez. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.
Infelice. By Augusta Evans Wilson.
In Her Own Right. By John Reed Scott.
Initials Only. By Anna Katharine Green.
In Another Girl’s Shoes. By Berta Ruck.
Inner Law, The. By Will N. Harben.
Innocent. By Marie Corelli.
Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, The. By Sax Rohmer.
In the Brooding Wild. By Ridgwell Cullum.
Intrigues, The. By Harold Bindloss.
Iron Trail, The. By Rex Beach.
Iron Woman, The. By Margaret Deland.
Ishmael (Ill.) By Mrs. Southworth.
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Island of Regeneration, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Island of Surprise, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Japonette. By Robert W. Chambers.Jean of the Lazy A. By B. M. Bower.Jeaenne of the Marshes. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Jeannie Gerhardt. By Theodore Dreiser.Joyful Heatherby. By Payne Erskine.Jude the Obscure. By Thomas Hardy,Judgment House, The. By Gilbert Parker.Keeper of the Door, The. By Ethel M. Dell.Keith of the Border. By Randall Parrish.Kent Knowles: Quahaug. By Joseph C. Lincoln.King Spruce. By Holman Day.Kingdom of Earth, The. By Anthony Partridge.Knave of Diamonds, The. By Ethel M. Dell.Lady and the Pirate, The. By Emerson Hough.Lady Merton, Colonist. By Mrs. Humphrey Ward.Landloper, The. By Holman Day.Land of Long Ago, The. By Eliza Calvert Hall.Last Try, The. By John Reed Scott.Last Shot, The. By Frederick N. Palmer.Last Trail, The. By Zane Grey.Laughing Cavalier, The. By Baroness Orczy.Law Breakers, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.Lighted Way, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Lighting Conductor Discovers America, The. By C. N. & A. N. Williamson.Lin McLean. By Owen Wister.Little Brown Jug at Kildare, The. By Meredith Nicholson.Lone Wolf, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Long Roll, The. By Mary Johnson.Lonesome Land. By B. M. Bower.Lord Loveland Discovers America. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.Lost Ambassador. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Lost Prince, The. By Frances Hodgson Burnett.Lost Road, The. By Richard Harding Davis.Love Under Fire. By Randall Parrish.
Island of Regeneration, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Island of Surprise, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.Japonette. By Robert W. Chambers.Jean of the Lazy A. By B. M. Bower.Jeaenne of the Marshes. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Jeannie Gerhardt. By Theodore Dreiser.Joyful Heatherby. By Payne Erskine.Jude the Obscure. By Thomas Hardy,Judgment House, The. By Gilbert Parker.Keeper of the Door, The. By Ethel M. Dell.Keith of the Border. By Randall Parrish.Kent Knowles: Quahaug. By Joseph C. Lincoln.King Spruce. By Holman Day.Kingdom of Earth, The. By Anthony Partridge.Knave of Diamonds, The. By Ethel M. Dell.Lady and the Pirate, The. By Emerson Hough.Lady Merton, Colonist. By Mrs. Humphrey Ward.Landloper, The. By Holman Day.Land of Long Ago, The. By Eliza Calvert Hall.Last Try, The. By John Reed Scott.Last Shot, The. By Frederick N. Palmer.Last Trail, The. By Zane Grey.Laughing Cavalier, The. By Baroness Orczy.Law Breakers, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.Lighted Way, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Lighting Conductor Discovers America, The. By C. N. & A. N. Williamson.Lin McLean. By Owen Wister.Little Brown Jug at Kildare, The. By Meredith Nicholson.Lone Wolf, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.Long Roll, The. By Mary Johnson.Lonesome Land. By B. M. Bower.Lord Loveland Discovers America. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.Lost Ambassador. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Lost Prince, The. By Frances Hodgson Burnett.Lost Road, The. By Richard Harding Davis.Love Under Fire. By Randall Parrish.
Island of Regeneration, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.
Island of Surprise, The. By Cyrus Townsend Brady.
Japonette. By Robert W. Chambers.
Jean of the Lazy A. By B. M. Bower.
Jeaenne of the Marshes. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Jeannie Gerhardt. By Theodore Dreiser.
Joyful Heatherby. By Payne Erskine.
Jude the Obscure. By Thomas Hardy,
Judgment House, The. By Gilbert Parker.
Keeper of the Door, The. By Ethel M. Dell.
Keith of the Border. By Randall Parrish.
Kent Knowles: Quahaug. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
King Spruce. By Holman Day.
Kingdom of Earth, The. By Anthony Partridge.
Knave of Diamonds, The. By Ethel M. Dell.
Lady and the Pirate, The. By Emerson Hough.
Lady Merton, Colonist. By Mrs. Humphrey Ward.
Landloper, The. By Holman Day.
Land of Long Ago, The. By Eliza Calvert Hall.
Last Try, The. By John Reed Scott.
Last Shot, The. By Frederick N. Palmer.
Last Trail, The. By Zane Grey.
Laughing Cavalier, The. By Baroness Orczy.
Law Breakers, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.
Lighted Way, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Lighting Conductor Discovers America, The. By C. N. & A. N. Williamson.
Lin McLean. By Owen Wister.
Little Brown Jug at Kildare, The. By Meredith Nicholson.
Lone Wolf, The. By Louis Joseph Vance.
Long Roll, The. By Mary Johnson.
Lonesome Land. By B. M. Bower.
Lord Loveland Discovers America. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.
Lost Ambassador. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Lost Prince, The. By Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Lost Road, The. By Richard Harding Davis.
Love Under Fire. By Randall Parrish.
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Macaria. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.Maids of Paradise, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Maid of the Forest, The. By Randall Parrish.Maid of the Whispering Hills, The. By Vingie E. Roe.Making of Bobby Burnit, The. By Randolph Chester.Making Money. By Owen Johnson.Mam’ Linda. By Will N. Harben.Man Outside, The. By Wyndham Martyn.Man Trail, The. By Henry Oyen.Marriage. By H. G. Wells.Marriage of Theodora, The. By Mollie Elliott Seawell.Mary Moreland. By Marie Van Vorst.Master Mummer, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Max. By Katherine Cecil Thurston.Maxwell Mystery, The. By Caroline Wells.Mediator, The. By Roy Norton.Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.Mischief Maker, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Miss Gibble Gault By Kate Langley Bosher.Miss Philura’s Wedding Gown. By Florence Morse KingsleyMolly McDonald. By Randall Parrish.Money Master, The. By Gilbert Parker.Money Moon, The. By Jeffery Farnol.Motor Maid, The. By C. N and A. M. Williamson.Moth, The. By William Dana Orcutt.Mountain Girl, The. By Payne Erskine.Mr. Single. By George Barr McCutcheon.Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Mr. Pratt. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Mr. Pratt’s Patients. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Mrs. Balfame. By Gertrude Atherton.Mrs. Red Pepper. By Grace S. Richmond.My Demon Motor Boat. By George Fitch.My Friend the Chauffeur. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.My Lady Caprice. By Jeffery Farnol.My Lady of Doubt. By Randall Parrish.My Lady of the North, By Randall Parrish.My Lady of the South. By Randall Parrish.Ne’er-Do-Weil, The. By Rex Beach.Net, The. By Rex Beach,
Macaria. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.Maids of Paradise, The. By Robert W. Chambers.Maid of the Forest, The. By Randall Parrish.Maid of the Whispering Hills, The. By Vingie E. Roe.Making of Bobby Burnit, The. By Randolph Chester.Making Money. By Owen Johnson.Mam’ Linda. By Will N. Harben.Man Outside, The. By Wyndham Martyn.Man Trail, The. By Henry Oyen.Marriage. By H. G. Wells.Marriage of Theodora, The. By Mollie Elliott Seawell.Mary Moreland. By Marie Van Vorst.Master Mummer, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Max. By Katherine Cecil Thurston.Maxwell Mystery, The. By Caroline Wells.Mediator, The. By Roy Norton.Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.Mischief Maker, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Miss Gibble Gault By Kate Langley Bosher.Miss Philura’s Wedding Gown. By Florence Morse KingsleyMolly McDonald. By Randall Parrish.Money Master, The. By Gilbert Parker.Money Moon, The. By Jeffery Farnol.Motor Maid, The. By C. N and A. M. Williamson.Moth, The. By William Dana Orcutt.Mountain Girl, The. By Payne Erskine.Mr. Single. By George Barr McCutcheon.Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.Mr. Pratt. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Mr. Pratt’s Patients. By Joseph C. Lincoln.Mrs. Balfame. By Gertrude Atherton.Mrs. Red Pepper. By Grace S. Richmond.My Demon Motor Boat. By George Fitch.My Friend the Chauffeur. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.My Lady Caprice. By Jeffery Farnol.My Lady of Doubt. By Randall Parrish.My Lady of the North, By Randall Parrish.My Lady of the South. By Randall Parrish.Ne’er-Do-Weil, The. By Rex Beach.Net, The. By Rex Beach,
Macaria. (Ill. Ed.) By Augusta J. Evans.
Maids of Paradise, The. By Robert W. Chambers.
Maid of the Forest, The. By Randall Parrish.
Maid of the Whispering Hills, The. By Vingie E. Roe.
Making of Bobby Burnit, The. By Randolph Chester.
Making Money. By Owen Johnson.
Mam’ Linda. By Will N. Harben.
Man Outside, The. By Wyndham Martyn.
Man Trail, The. By Henry Oyen.
Marriage. By H. G. Wells.
Marriage of Theodora, The. By Mollie Elliott Seawell.
Mary Moreland. By Marie Van Vorst.
Master Mummer, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Max. By Katherine Cecil Thurston.
Maxwell Mystery, The. By Caroline Wells.
Mediator, The. By Roy Norton.
Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.
Mischief Maker, The. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Miss Gibble Gault By Kate Langley Bosher.
Miss Philura’s Wedding Gown. By Florence Morse Kingsley
Molly McDonald. By Randall Parrish.
Money Master, The. By Gilbert Parker.
Money Moon, The. By Jeffery Farnol.
Motor Maid, The. By C. N and A. M. Williamson.
Moth, The. By William Dana Orcutt.
Mountain Girl, The. By Payne Erskine.
Mr. Single. By George Barr McCutcheon.
Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo. By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Mr. Pratt. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Mr. Pratt’s Patients. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Mrs. Balfame. By Gertrude Atherton.
Mrs. Red Pepper. By Grace S. Richmond.
My Demon Motor Boat. By George Fitch.
My Friend the Chauffeur. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson.
My Lady Caprice. By Jeffery Farnol.
My Lady of Doubt. By Randall Parrish.
My Lady of the North, By Randall Parrish.
My Lady of the South. By Randall Parrish.
Ne’er-Do-Weil, The. By Rex Beach.
Net, The. By Rex Beach,