AsI drew near the shipping-office, I saw the light was still burning bright, and the window-blinds, though drawn, allowed it to stream through the space between them and the sash. Few business houses in this section have lights burning at night. I stopped a moment to consider what to do. Of course it was none of my business what took place between Brown and Anderson, but, as the young man had served with me as an officer and had acquitted himself thoroughly, I felt some interest and I might confess also a bit of curiosity. I had heard enough to know that there was something irregular with the business of Brown going out with me on that fateful voyage. I believed him innocent of any wrong-doing, but, as it had been Mr. Ropesend himself who had sent him, I was not certain. A young man might do manythings which would get him into trouble and still not be a very bad sort of chap. I had committed several little acts in my day that I would not care to repeat, but I never held that I was a great villain because of them. Ignorance and temptation are factors which the tolerant and trained observer of events must take into consideration. I’ve always noticed that the man who is quick to condemn is quick to commit crime.
Crime is the practical application of selfishness and the unselfish man does not condemn his fellow. I was prepared to hear Brown own up to some foolish speculation which involved the firm’s finances, and I went boldly to the side door, the door which opened into the room in which I had seen them talking but a short time before.
Knocking loudly, I listened for further developments. There were sounds of a scuffle, then panting and shuffling of feet, as when men are struggling in desperate encounter. A loud crash followed this, and then there was a cessation of noises, but the panting breaths of the men continued.
“It’s Gore, let me in,” I cried, pounding again upon the panels and putting the whole weight of my shoulder upon the door.
“I can’t get up, he has me down,” gasped Brown from somewhere within.
“What’s the matter?” I bawled. “Open the door.”
Anderson, probably seeing that I would force an entrance directly, went to the latch, and in a moment I entered the room. Brown was in the act of rising from the floor. He greeted me with a knowing look.
“Well, what’s the trouble?” I asked.
Anderson gave a deprecatory gesture with both hands and sat down at the desk. He evidently had nothing to say. Brown hesitated while he regained his composure. Then he spoke.
“You know what I went to sea for,” he began, “you know that I was accused of appropriating the firm’s money—”
He stopped a moment, and I nodded.
“Yes,” I said, “I had heard something to that effect.”
“Well, here is the culprit,” said he, and pointed to Anderson.
“I always thought as much,” I said, with some feeling, and as I spoke the man at the table turned upon me.
“See here, Gore,” said he, “you are not wanted in this affair, my father—Mr. Ropes—” Here he stopped a moment.
“He doesn’t know, but as long as you have begun, you might as well tell him all,” said Brown. “Mr. Ropesend is Mr. Anderson’s father, and you will doubtless incur the wrath of the firm if you meddle with this, so you might just as well go.”
“I’ll go if you say so,” I said, “but it looked as though murder was being done when I broke in,” and for the life of me I could not help the following question, “And Miss Anderson is not your sister, then?”
“Thank God, no, she is not,” put in Brown.
“Mr. Ropesend will not care to have any of his sailing-masters taking part in this affair,” said Anderson, coldly. “What youhave heard you can keep to yourself. If you don’t you will probably suffer the consequences. Now you can get out, for Mr. Brown and I will settle this matter before we leave here to-night.”
“I fail to see how we can settle it without you making good and confessing everything,” said Brown. “There is hardly room in the firm for both of us, and I’m tired of going to sea.”
Anderson rose from his chair. He was cool and collected, but something in his manner made me think he was on the point of collapse.
“You had better go, Mr. Gore,” said he, quietly. “There will be no more disturbance, I forgot myself just before you arrived, and I thank you for coming when you did. You can go without fear of any harm to Mr. Brown. Good-bye.”
He held out his hand and I took it. His fingers were cold and, although he was a large and powerful fellow, he shook visibly when I let go. “Good night,” I said, and turned to the door.
“Good night, Gore,” said Brown. “I have your word not to talk about anything you have seen or heard.”
“Yes,” I answered, “good night.” And I went forth.
I metthe two sailors at “Old Ben’s” tavern. They had been waiting, taking a nip or two at a table until I came.
“’Tis good liquor,” said Garnett, as he put down his glass; “’tis a most holy an’ pious drink, makin’ all manner of holy an’ pious thoughts come into my old head. ’Tis good liquor an’ well fitted for a man along in years, like myself, who has filled his skin with all manner of truck and ruined his digestion. You say you’ll have another?”
The glasses were refilled.
“Now, ’pon me whurd, fer a fact, Mr. Gore, ’tis fer gettin’ outrajis drunk that baldheaded infidel is after; jist obsarve him.”
Garnett had removed his cap and was hard at work mopping the dent in the topof his shining, bald cranium, where he had been “stove down” by a handspike in the hands of a sailor on one of his early voyages. Then he pulled out his little nickel-plated vial and sniffed at it violently.
“I don’t mind his personalities,” he remarked, “for I call to mind the time well enough when I could make him or any of his kin toe a seam. We had a little fracas onct, when I was mate with old man Anderson, and he remembers well enough what I used to be when it came to finding out who was who on a vessel’s main-deck.”
“What Anderson was that?” I asked. “You mean the one who used to be in with Mr. Ropesend?”
“Sure, no other, though I supposed he was dead long afore this. He was an out an’ outer when he was on deep water, an’ a little more so when he was on the beach. I misremember something about a shindy he got into on the West Coast, when he was skipper of theIvanhoe. He did the right thing, though, for he took the boy along with him as soon as he growed big enoughan’ carried him around the Cape. Afterward he made a present of him to old man Brown’s wife, who had no young uns of her own, an’ who was always making pets of dogs and parrots aboard and driving the old man half crazy. Old man Brown and your father, old man Gore, were great chums, and so he was with old Mr. Ropesend—”
“Ye can’t believe nothin’ a garrulous owld man like him says,” interrupted O’Toole. “Let’s have another round av th’ crayther an’ discuss somethin’ worth hearin’, sich as wimmin, for instance. He’s an ondacent owld scandal. A rale owld scandal.”
“Pay no attention to him,” said Garnett, and I could tell by the slight thickness of his speech that the old mate was getting his head sheets in the wind. “I was about to tell of one of old Brown’s monkeys, when he stuck his head into the muzzle of the fog-horn one day, an’ this boy turned her loose, full blast. Gord! I believe the critter ain’t through climbin’ yet—up an’ down—mizzenr’yal truck—then to the mainmast head—then for’ards an’ up agin—”
“Hold on a minute,” I said, “before we have any more liquor; I want to ask both of you if you will sail with me on theArrowthe day after to-morrow?”
“What! sail away again afore a man has a chanct to get the sea roll out of his legs an’ some good liquor into them?” roared Garnett. “I reckon not. What’s liquor made for, anyway? D’ye expect we’d think o’ sech a thing?”
“Certainly; the pay is good, and we are bound for China.”
Neither answered for several moments; but Garnett gave me a sidelong glance from the corner of his eye and then looked at O’Toole.
Finally he said:
“I might go as mate, but nothin’ would tempt me to sail under a fellow like that.” And he pointed at O’Toole.
O’Toole seemed to be hunting for something in the bottom of his glass, and he said nothing.
“Well,” I observed, somewhat dryly, “come take a turn through the park and let’s discuss the matter before it’s too late. There’s plenty of time to get a brace on afterward. I must have a couple of men that I can rely on.” And, making this last appeal to their vanity, I arose from the table and they followed me.
After settling the score, we walked up the street, which was still filled with people, and were just about to enter the park when a crowd forming on the sidewalk on the block beyond attracted our attention.
“’Tis a bit av a fracas, maybe,” said O’Toole. “Let’s have a look at it and take a hand—if necessary.”
We made our way quickly along the pavement and forced ourselves through the crowd of gaping people.
A man was lying in the centre of the crowd, and his head was pillowed in a woman’s lap. His pale face was upturned, and the woman wiped away the blood that flowed from a gash in his forehead upon her clean white handkerchief.
“Stand back, please, and give him air,” she cried, and her voice made me jump and start forward. Every nerve in me seemed to throb at the sound. But the people only crowded closer. I could not see the woman’s face, for her back was turned toward me, but I recognized her voice quick enough. Taking a brace against the huge form of O’Toole, I shoved with all my strength against the crowd, and together we managed to force a gap of a few paces in extent about the fallen man. The next instant an ambulance came driving up at full speed. Several officers leaped out and tore their way through the jam of curious people to the injured man’s side. They raised him quickly, bore him to the wagon, and drove rapidly away.
“Knocked down and run over,” some one said in a low tone, as I turned to where the woman now stood with a policeman beside her.
“Who was it?” the officer asked her.
“I don’t know.”
“What is your name?”
“I have no name,” she answered, quietly, and was gone in the crowd before the policeman thought to detain her.
In an instant I was after her and caught her.
“Alice—Miss Waters!” I cried, and I seized her arm.
She turned at the sound of my voice as if shot.
“Let me go! Oh, please let me go, Mr. Gore,” she pleaded, and I saw her face flush and her eyes fill up.
“Not unless you’ll come with me to Mr. Ropesend’s house—or tell where you live,” I answered, but, at the same time, I did let go her arm.
“Oh, I can’t. I can’t do it, I tell you, so please go away. You have no right to stop me. Oh, please go away.” And she broke into sobbing and crying like a child.
That was enough. I passed my arm through hers and led her out of the crowd and up the street.
“I shall see you home,” said I, “and Iwill not leave you until you promise to let me see you in the morning.”
She went along quietly enough at first, and then suddenly burst out afresh into such a violent fit of crying that I was frightened.
“Let me go. Let me go, please,” she sobbed, and I was so upset at the earnest tone of her voice that I almost hesitated and started to turn around.
Then I saw a sturdy, bow-legged form dragging a great, tall giant along the pavement close behind me.
“What can any one want with me?” the poor girl sobbed in such a bitter tone that it cut me like a knife. Then she grew more quiet, though the tears still ran down her cheeks. I took the arm I had dropped and went on.
What I said is no one’s business. But before we reached the place where she was staying she had promised to do as I had asked her.
We walked slower as we drew near thehouse where she was staying, and those ruffians behind us began to catch up.
“I niver thought it; ’pon my whurd, fer a fact, I didn’t. But ’tis clear as a tropic night, with a moon, t’ me now.”
“You never think, anyways, you red-headed infernal—”
“’Pon me whurd, I forgive him, Garnett. I might av died for a principle, savin’ yer ugly prisince, but by th’ sowl av Saint Patrick I’d turn pirit this minute fer a leddy like that.”
“The more fool, you, you—”
“Phwat’s th’ matter with ye? She’s young and hasn’t half th’ divilments av a widder—”
“If you are going to sail with me get out and get as drunk as you please. If you are not aboard in the morning I go without you. Get out! Clear!”
There was something in my voice that made them look at me, and they both understood. The next minute they disappeared down a cross street.
A coupleof hours later I went down the street with feet that felt so light that they seemed to barely touch the ground.
I had had a long talk with Miss Waters and the poor woman with whom she had been staying, and the former had promised me something.
I was glad to get out of the squalid little tenement parlour, for a man who is used to the fresh air of the sea is always uncomfortable in a close little room. It’s different from a fo’castle. I remember that I stopped once and started to dance a hornpipe on a dark corner nearly opposite the shipping-office. Then, fearing that some one would see me and think me drunk, which I was not, I ceased and looked quickly up and down the street.
The light in the office was still burningas brightly as when I passed there a few hours earlier.
I went along the pavement on the opposite side of the street until I stood directly in front of the building. Suddenly the door opened and a moment afterward the light went out. Then a figure came slowly down the front steps and looked hard at me.
It was Brown, but his face was so distorted with some mental disturbance that I barely recognized him.
He appeared to be suffering keenly, for his cheeks were pale and drawn, and the lines about his mouth showed plainly in the light of the street-lamp.
I had never seen him look so upset, even during the time he was serving with Benson, and I hesitated about joining him.
He, however, did not give me a chance, for he did not even speak to me, but walked rapidly away and disappeared down the now deserted street.
I was too busy with my own thoughts to pay any more attention to the matter for the present, and I went on board theArrowand turned in, thinking that he would be there when I awoke in the morning.
When I turned out he was not there, and a short time afterward I heard the news that Mr. Anderson was dead.
He had been found sitting at his desk in the office. The gas was turned on in the room and the doors and windows closed. When the janitor opened the place for business in the morning, he had been almost suffocated. As soon as he recovered sufficiently he called for help, and he and several others entered the room and dragged the unfortunate young man into the hall. They found that he had been dead for several hours.
That was all. I’ve never heard anything more definite about the matter. But I was satisfied that my friend Brown was cleared.
Alice Waters and myself were married the next day.
As luck was with us, that very day the old clipperMorning Lightcame in, and, after a good deal of fuss and bother, I made a deal to get transferred to her.
Williams, her skipper, was a friend ofmine, and he backed me in the effort to exchange to the point of resigning altogether. He owned enough shares in the vessel to finally settle the matter, and this gave me a couple of weeks longer on the beach and Williams a chance to go to China, which was what he wanted.
Brown suddenly changed his mind about sailing with us, and had his things put ashore. He never came near theMorning Lightuntil just as the tug took our towline. Then we suddenly found that Garnett—as usual when about to start off soundings—had disappeared during the bustle of clearing to take a nip at a neighbouring gin-mill. O’Toole, in a fighting temper, started after him.
The big Irishman soon had him half-way down the dock before the old mate realized his undignified position. Then he lashed out and struck O’Toole a powerful blow, and the prospect became interesting. A crowd gathered, and this attracted the attention of a policeman, who forced his way to where the mates were struggling. With the help of a few bystanders he parted them, and then,seizing Garnett by the coat, he started to drag him off to the lockup, when Brown appeared on the scene, pointing to me and saying something to the officer which checked him long enough for me to make a landing on the dock.
“Who is he?” asked the policeman, as I made my way toward them.
“Windjammer from the shade o’ night, that’s what I am,” panted the old mate, thickly.
“I mean his business?” snapped the officer.
“Tending to other people’s, you brassbound soger,” and with that Garnett made a rush that came near landing both overboard. But O’Toole and I seized him and hustled him aboard ship, while Brown explained matters and pacified the officer. He soon accomplished this, and then he came on board and shook hands with the mates, my wife, and myself while the lines were being cast off. The tug blew her whistle and the ship began to drift away from the dock, holding only by the taut headline to spring her clear.
Brown wished us all manner of good luckand sprang ashore. He stood a moment on the edge of the wharf, waved a farewell salute, and then disappeared in the crowd looking on. Garnett stood staring after him as if he had seen a ghost. Then he turned suddenly and bawled out:
“All clear forward! Captain Anderson.” And then he took out his little nickel-plated vial and sniffed hard at it for several moments.
“’Tis th’ liquor in th’ baste yit,” grinned O’Toole, who stood close to me. “He knows old Ropesend’s son well enough, an’ a good bye he is. Shall we go ahead, sir?”
“Yes, let her go!” I bawled, and we were gone.
That is all. The voyage was the pleasantest that I can remember, and our run to ’Frisco was made in 120 days.
When we returned, homeward bound, both Mr. Ropesend and Brown were quietly at work in the office, and each of them gave me a hearty welcome. Brown’s wife invited mine to stay with her while the ship was discharging, and they became fast friends.
I often think of those early friendships we both cultivated, and as to those women, they were always together.
Alice often tries to make me give up some of my “I’s” since then, saying that there wouldn’t be enough left to go around among the single mates if I didn’t. But I’m a man of habit, so, if there seems to be too many of them in my yarns, I can’t help it.
THE END.
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Carolina is a fascinating American girl, born and educated in Paris, and at the beginning of the story riding on the top wave of success in New York society. A financial catastrophe leaves her stranded without money, and her only material asset an old, run-down plantation in South Carolina. In the face of strong opposition she goes South to restore the old homestead and rebuild her fortunes. Complications speedily follow, but, with indomitable faith and courage, Carolina perseveres until her efforts are rewarded by success and happiness.
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Being the Further Adventures of the Motor Pirate.ByG. Sidney Paternoster, author of “The Motor Pirate,” etc.With a frontispiece by Frank T. Merrill $1.50One of the most fascinating games to childhood is the old-fashioned “hide-and-seek,” with its scurrying for covert, its breathless suspense to both hider and seeker, and its wild dash for goal when the seeker is successful. Readers of “The Motor Pirate” will remember the exciting game played by the motor pirate and his pursuers, and will be glad to have the sport taken up again in the new volume.In “The Cruise of the Conqueror,” a motor-boat enables the motor pirate to pursue his victims in even a bolder and more startling way, such, for example, as the hold-up of an ocean steamer and the seizure for ransom of the Prince of Monte Carlo.
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The Flight of Georgiana
A Romance of the Days of the Young Pretender.Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.“A love-story in the highest degree, a dashing story, and a remarkably well finished piece of work.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
A Romance of the Days of the Young Pretender.Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
“A love-story in the highest degree, a dashing story, and a remarkably well finished piece of work.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
The Bright Face of Danger
Being an account of some adventures of Henri de Launay, son of the Sieur de la Tournoire. Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.“Mr. Stephens has fairly outdone himself. We thank him heartily. The story is nothing if not spirited and entertaining, rational and convincing.”—Boston Transcript.
Being an account of some adventures of Henri de Launay, son of the Sieur de la Tournoire. Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
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The Mystery of Murray Davenport
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“This is easily the best thing that Mr. Stephens has yet done. Those familiar with his other novels can best judge the measure of this praise, which is generous.”—Buffalo News.
Captain Ravenshaw
Or, The Maid of Cheapside. (52d thousand.) A romance of Elizabethan London. Illustrations by Howard Pyle and other artists.Not since the absorbing adventures of D’Artagnan have we had anything so good in the blended vein of romance and comedy.
Or, The Maid of Cheapside. (52d thousand.) A romance of Elizabethan London. Illustrations by Howard Pyle and other artists.
Not since the absorbing adventures of D’Artagnan have we had anything so good in the blended vein of romance and comedy.
The Continental Dragoon
A Romance of Philipse Manor House in 1778.(53d thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.A stirring romance of the Revolution, with its scene laid on neutral territory.
A Romance of Philipse Manor House in 1778.(53d thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
A stirring romance of the Revolution, with its scene laid on neutral territory.
Philip Winwood
(70th thousand.) A Sketch of the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of Independence, embracing events that occurred between and during the years 1763 and 1785 in New York and London. Illustrated by E. W. D. Hamilton.
(70th thousand.) A Sketch of the Domestic History of an American Captain in the War of Independence, embracing events that occurred between and during the years 1763 and 1785 in New York and London. Illustrated by E. W. D. Hamilton.
An Enemy to the King
(70th thousand.) From the “Recently Discovered Memoirs of the Sieur de la Tournoire.” Illustrated by H. De M. Young.An historical romance of the sixteenth century, describing the adventures of a young French nobleman at the court of Henry III., and on the field with Henry IV.
(70th thousand.) From the “Recently Discovered Memoirs of the Sieur de la Tournoire.” Illustrated by H. De M. Young.
An historical romance of the sixteenth century, describing the adventures of a young French nobleman at the court of Henry III., and on the field with Henry IV.
The Road to Paris
A Story of Adventure.(35th thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.An historical romance of the eighteenth century, being an account of the life of an American gentleman adventurer of Jacobite ancestry.
A Story of Adventure.(35th thousand.) Illustrated by H. C. Edwards.
An historical romance of the eighteenth century, being an account of the life of an American gentleman adventurer of Jacobite ancestry.
A Gentleman Player
His Adventures on a Secret Mission for Queen Elizabeth.(48th thousand.) Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.The story of a young gentleman who joins Shakespeare’s company of players, and becomes a friend and protégé of the great poet.
His Adventures on a Secret Mission for Queen Elizabeth.(48th thousand.) Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.
The story of a young gentleman who joins Shakespeare’s company of players, and becomes a friend and protégé of the great poet.
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WORKS OFCHARLES G. D. ROBERTS
Red Fox
The Story of His Adventurous Career in the Ringwalk Wilds, and of His Final Triumph over the Enemies of His Kind.With fifty illustrations, including frontispiece in color and cover design by Charles Livingston Bull.Square quarto, cloth decorative $2.00“Infinitely more wholesome reading than the average tale of sport, since it gives a glimpse of the hunt from the point of view of the hunted.”—Boston Transcript.“True in substance but fascinating as fiction. It will interest old and young, city-bound and free-footed, those who know animals and those who do not.”—Chicago Record-Herald.“A brilliant chapter in natural history.”—Philadelphia North American.
The Story of His Adventurous Career in the Ringwalk Wilds, and of His Final Triumph over the Enemies of His Kind.With fifty illustrations, including frontispiece in color and cover design by Charles Livingston Bull.
Square quarto, cloth decorative $2.00
“Infinitely more wholesome reading than the average tale of sport, since it gives a glimpse of the hunt from the point of view of the hunted.”—Boston Transcript.
“True in substance but fascinating as fiction. It will interest old and young, city-bound and free-footed, those who know animals and those who do not.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
“A brilliant chapter in natural history.”—Philadelphia North American.
The Kindred of the Wild
A Book of Animal Life.With fifty-one full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.Square quarto, decorative cover $2.00“Is in many ways the most brilliant collection of animal stories that has appeared; well named and well done.”—John Burroughs.
A Book of Animal Life.With fifty-one full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.
Square quarto, decorative cover $2.00
“Is in many ways the most brilliant collection of animal stories that has appeared; well named and well done.”—John Burroughs.
The Watchers of the Trails
A companion volume to “The Kindred of the Wild.” With forty-eight full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.Square quarto, decorative cover $2.00“Mr. Roberts has written a most interesting series of tales free from the vices of the stories regarding animals of many other writers, accurate in their facts and admirably and dramatically told.”—Chicago News.“These stories are exquisite in their refinement, and yet robust in their appreciation of some of the rougher phases of woodcraft. Among the many writers about animals, Mr. Roberts occupies an enviable place.”—The Outlook.“This is a book full of delight. An additional charm lies in Mr. Bull’s faithful and graphic illustrations, which in fashion all their own tell the story of the wild life, illuminating and supplementing the pen pictures of the author.”—Literary Digest.
A companion volume to “The Kindred of the Wild.” With forty-eight full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.
Square quarto, decorative cover $2.00
“Mr. Roberts has written a most interesting series of tales free from the vices of the stories regarding animals of many other writers, accurate in their facts and admirably and dramatically told.”—Chicago News.
“These stories are exquisite in their refinement, and yet robust in their appreciation of some of the rougher phases of woodcraft. Among the many writers about animals, Mr. Roberts occupies an enviable place.”—The Outlook.
“This is a book full of delight. An additional charm lies in Mr. Bull’s faithful and graphic illustrations, which in fashion all their own tell the story of the wild life, illuminating and supplementing the pen pictures of the author.”—Literary Digest.
Earth’s Enigmas
A new edition of Mr. Roberts’s first volume of fiction, published in 1892, and out of print for several years, with the addition of three new stories, and ten illustrations by Charles Livingston Bull.Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50“It will rank high among collections of short stories. In ‘Earth’s Enigmas’ is a wider range of subject than in the ‘Kindred of the Wild.’”—Review from advance sheets of the illustrated edition by Tiffany Blake in the Chicago Evening Post.
A new edition of Mr. Roberts’s first volume of fiction, published in 1892, and out of print for several years, with the addition of three new stories, and ten illustrations by Charles Livingston Bull.
Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50
“It will rank high among collections of short stories. In ‘Earth’s Enigmas’ is a wider range of subject than in the ‘Kindred of the Wild.’”—Review from advance sheets of the illustrated edition by Tiffany Blake in the Chicago Evening Post.
Barbara Ladd
With four illustrations by Frank Verbeck.Library 12mo, gilt top $1.50“From the opening chapter to the final page Mr. Roberts lures us on by his rapt devotion to the changing aspects of Nature and by his keen and sympathetic analysis of human character.”—Boston Transcript.
With four illustrations by Frank Verbeck.
Library 12mo, gilt top $1.50
“From the opening chapter to the final page Mr. Roberts lures us on by his rapt devotion to the changing aspects of Nature and by his keen and sympathetic analysis of human character.”—Boston Transcript.
Cameron of Lochiel
Translated from the French of Philippe Aubert de Gaspé, with frontispiece in color by H. C. Edwards.Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50“Professor Roberts deserves the thanks of his reader for giving a wider audience an opportunity to enjoy this striking bit of French Canadian literature.”—Brooklyn Eagle.“It is not often in these days of sensational and philosophical novels that one picks up a book that so touches the heart.”—Boston Transcript.
Translated from the French of Philippe Aubert de Gaspé, with frontispiece in color by H. C. Edwards.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
“Professor Roberts deserves the thanks of his reader for giving a wider audience an opportunity to enjoy this striking bit of French Canadian literature.”—Brooklyn Eagle.
“It is not often in these days of sensational and philosophical novels that one picks up a book that so touches the heart.”—Boston Transcript.
The Prisoner of Mademoiselle
With frontispiece by Frank T. Merrill.Library 12mo, cloth decorative, gilt top $1.50A tale of Acadia,—a land which is the author’s heart’s delight,—of a valiant young lieutenant and a winsome maiden, who first captures and then captivates.“This is the kind of a story that makes one grow younger, more innocent, more light-hearted. Its literary quality is impeccable. It is not every day that such a heroine blossoms into even temporary existence, and the very name of the story bears a breath of charm.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
With frontispiece by Frank T. Merrill.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative, gilt top $1.50
A tale of Acadia,—a land which is the author’s heart’s delight,—of a valiant young lieutenant and a winsome maiden, who first captures and then captivates.
“This is the kind of a story that makes one grow younger, more innocent, more light-hearted. Its literary quality is impeccable. It is not every day that such a heroine blossoms into even temporary existence, and the very name of the story bears a breath of charm.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
The Heart of the Ancient Wood
With six illustrations by James L. Weston.Library 12mo, decorative cover $1.50“One of the most fascinating novels of recent days.”—Boston Journal.“A classic twentieth-century romance.”—New York Commercial Advertiser.
With six illustrations by James L. Weston.
Library 12mo, decorative cover $1.50
“One of the most fascinating novels of recent days.”—Boston Journal.
“A classic twentieth-century romance.”—New York Commercial Advertiser.
The Forge in the Forest
Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart, and how he crossed the Black Abbé, and of his adventures in a strange fellowship. Illustrated by Henry Sandham, R. C. A.Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top $1.50A story of pure love and heroic adventure.
Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart, and how he crossed the Black Abbé, and of his adventures in a strange fellowship. Illustrated by Henry Sandham, R. C. A.
Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top $1.50
A story of pure love and heroic adventure.
By the Marshes of Minas
Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50Most of these romances are in the author’s lighter and more playful vein; each is a unit of absorbing interest and exquisite workmanship.
Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50
Most of these romances are in the author’s lighter and more playful vein; each is a unit of absorbing interest and exquisite workmanship.
A Sister to Evangeline
Being the Story of Yvonne de Lamourie, and how she went into exile with the villagers of Grand Pré.Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50Swift action, fresh atmosphere, wholesome purity, deep passion, and searching analysis characterize this strong novel.
Being the Story of Yvonne de Lamourie, and how she went into exile with the villagers of Grand Pré.
Library 12mo, cloth, gilt top, illustrated $1.50
Swift action, fresh atmosphere, wholesome purity, deep passion, and searching analysis characterize this strong novel.
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WORKS OFLILIAN BELL
Hope Loring
Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50“Lilian Bell’s new novel, ‘Hope Loring,’ does for the American girl in fiction what Gibson has done for her in art.“Tall, slender, and athletic, fragile-looking, yet with nerves and sinews of steel under the velvet flesh, frank as a boy and tender and beautiful as a woman, free and independent, yet not bold—such is ‘Hope Loring,’ by long odds the subtlest study that has yet been made of the American girl.”—Dorothy Dix, in the New York American.
Illustrated by Frank T. Merrill.
Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50
“Lilian Bell’s new novel, ‘Hope Loring,’ does for the American girl in fiction what Gibson has done for her in art.
“Tall, slender, and athletic, fragile-looking, yet with nerves and sinews of steel under the velvet flesh, frank as a boy and tender and beautiful as a woman, free and independent, yet not bold—such is ‘Hope Loring,’ by long odds the subtlest study that has yet been made of the American girl.”—Dorothy Dix, in the New York American.
Abroad with the Jimmies
With a portrait, in duogravure, of the author.Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50“Full of ozone, of snap, of ginger, of swing and momentum.”—Chicago Evening Post.“ ... Is one of her best and cleverest novels ... filled to the brim with amusing incidents and experiences. This vivacious narrative needs no commendation to the readers of Miss Bell’s well-known earlier books.”—N. Y. Press.
With a portrait, in duogravure, of the author.
Library 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.50
“Full of ozone, of snap, of ginger, of swing and momentum.”—Chicago Evening Post.
“ ... Is one of her best and cleverest novels ... filled to the brim with amusing incidents and experiences. This vivacious narrative needs no commendation to the readers of Miss Bell’s well-known earlier books.”—N. Y. Press.
At Home with the Jardines
A companion volume to “Abroad with the Jimmies.”Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50“Bits of gay humor, sunny, whimsical philosophy, and keen indubitable insight into the less evident aspects and workings of pure human nature, with a slender thread of a cleverly extraneous love-story, keep the interest of the reader fresh, and the charmingly old-fashioned happy ending is to be generously commended. Typical, characteristic Lilian Bell sketches, bright, breezy, amusing, and philosophic.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
A companion volume to “Abroad with the Jimmies.”
Library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
“Bits of gay humor, sunny, whimsical philosophy, and keen indubitable insight into the less evident aspects and workings of pure human nature, with a slender thread of a cleverly extraneous love-story, keep the interest of the reader fresh, and the charmingly old-fashioned happy ending is to be generously commended. Typical, characteristic Lilian Bell sketches, bright, breezy, amusing, and philosophic.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
The Interference of Patricia
With a frontispiece from drawing by Frank T. Merrill.Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00“There is life and action and brilliancy and dash and cleverness and a keen appreciation of business ways in this story.”—Grand Rapids Herald.“A story full of keen and flashing satire.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
With a frontispiece from drawing by Frank T. Merrill.
Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00
“There is life and action and brilliancy and dash and cleverness and a keen appreciation of business ways in this story.”—Grand Rapids Herald.
“A story full of keen and flashing satire.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
A Book of Girls
With a frontispiece.Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00“The stories are all eventful and have effective humor.”—New York Sun.“Lilian Bell surely understands girls, for she depicts all the variations of girl nature so charmingly.”—Chicago Journal.The above two volumes boxed in special holiday dress, per set, $2.50
With a frontispiece.
Small 12mo, cloth, decorative cover $1.00
“The stories are all eventful and have effective humor.”—New York Sun.
“Lilian Bell surely understands girls, for she depicts all the variations of girl nature so charmingly.”—Chicago Journal.
The above two volumes boxed in special holiday dress, per set, $2.50
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WORKS OFALICE MacGOWAN AND GRACE MacGOWAN COOKE
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A Story of the Sea Islands in 1739.With six illustrations by C. D. Williams.Library 12mo, cloth $1.50“So rich in color is this story, so crowded with figures, it seems like a bit of old Italian wall painting, a piece of modern tapestry, rather than a modern fabric woven deftly from the threads of fact and fancy gathered up in this new and essentially practical country, and therein lies its distinctive value and excellence.”—N. Y. Sun.“At once tender, thrilling, picturesque, philosophical, and dramatic. One of the most delightful romances we have had in many a day.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
A Story of the Sea Islands in 1739.With six illustrations by C. D. Williams.
Library 12mo, cloth $1.50
“So rich in color is this story, so crowded with figures, it seems like a bit of old Italian wall painting, a piece of modern tapestry, rather than a modern fabric woven deftly from the threads of fact and fancy gathered up in this new and essentially practical country, and therein lies its distinctive value and excellence.”—N. Y. Sun.
“At once tender, thrilling, picturesque, philosophical, and dramatic. One of the most delightful romances we have had in many a day.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
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