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+ right: .25em; + text-indent: 0; + text-align: right; + font-size: 70%; + font-weight: normal; + font-variant: normal; + font-style: normal; + letter-spacing: normal; + line-height: normal; + color: #acacac; + border: .0625em solid #acacac; + background: #ffffff; + padding: .0625em .125em; +} + +/* Poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin: .25em 5% .25em 5%;} +.poetry .verse {text-indent: -3em; padding-left: 3em;} +.poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3.0em;} +.poetry .indent2 {text-indent: -2.0em;} + +.box {border: solid .1em; + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 5%; + padding-bottom: .5em; + padding-top: .5em; + padding-left: 2em; + padding-right: 2em;} + +/* Illustration class */ +.illowp20 {width: 20%;} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77328 ***</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</span></p> + +<div class="chapter"> + <h1> +THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1925 + </h1> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div> + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</span></p> +<div class="chapter box"> + <p class="h2head"> + BY EDWARD J. O’BRIEN + </p> + +<p class="unindent"><span class="smcap">White Fountains.</span> (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1917.<br> +<span class="smcap">The Forgotten Threshold.</span> (<i>Dutton.</i>) 1919.<br> +<span class="smcap">Distant Music.</span> (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1921.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Advance of the American Short Story.</span> +(<i>Dodd, Mead.</i>) 1923.</p> + +<hr class="r33"> +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1915.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1916.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1916.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1917.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1917.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1918.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1918.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1919.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1919.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1920.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1920.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1921.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1921.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1922.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1922.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1923.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1923.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1924.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best Short Stories of 1924.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1925.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Masque of Poets.</span> (<i>Dodd, Mead.</i>) 1918.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Great Modern English Stories.</span><br> + (<i>Boni and Liveright.</i>) 1919.</p> + +<p class="h2head">BY EDWARD J. O’BRIEN AND<br> +JOHN COURNOS</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best British Short Stories of 1922.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1922.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best British Short Stories of 1923.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1923.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best British Short Stories of 1924.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1924.</p> +<p class="p0 hanging"><span class="smcap">The Best British Short Stories of 1925.</span><br> + (<i>Small, Maynard.</i>) 1925.</p> + +</div><!--end chapter and box--> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[iii]</span></p> +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="h1head">THE<br> +BEST SHORT STORIES<br> +OF 1925</p> + +<p class="center smaller">AND THE</p> + +<p class="center larger">YEARBOOK OF THE AMERICAN<br> +SHORT STORY</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="small">EDITED BY</span><br> +<span class="large">EDWARD J. O’BRIEN</span></p> + +<figure class="p4 figcenter illowp20" style="max-width: 18.0em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/colophon.jpg" alt="colophon"> +</figure> + +<p class="p4 center">BOSTON<br> +<span class="larger">SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY</span><br> +PUBLISHERS</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter small"> +<p>Copyright, 1924, by The Atlantic Monthly Company.</p> +<p>Copyright, 1925, by The Boston Transcript Company.</p> +<p>Copyright, 1925, by The Reviewer, The Century Co., Harcourt, Brace, and Co., + The Pictorial Review Company, Harper & Brothers, The Atlantic Monthly Company, + Liberty Weekly, Incorporated, P. F. Collier & Son Company, The Dial Publishing + Company, Inc., and Boni and Liveright, Inc.</p> +<p>Copyright, 1926, by Sandra Alexander, Sherwood Anderson, Barry Benefield, + Konrad Bercovici, Bella Cohen, Charles Caldwell Dobie, Rudolph Fisher, Katharine + Fullerton Gerould, Walter Gilkyson, Ring W. Lardner, Robert Robinson, Evelyn + Scott, May Stanley, Wilbur Daniel Steele, Milton Waldman, Glenway Wescott, Barrett + Willoughby, and Elinor Wylie.</p> +<p>Copyright, 1926, by Small, Maynard & Company, Inc.</p> +<p class="p2 center"> +Second Printing<br> +Third Printing<br> +Fourth Printing</p> + +<p class="p4 center smaller"> +Printed in the United States of America<br> +<br> +THE MURRAY PRINTING COMPANY<br> +CAMBRIDGE, MASS.<br> +THE BOSTON BOOKBINDING COMPANY<br> +CAMBRIDGE, MASS. +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</span></p> +<p class="center">TO ROMER</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</span></p> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</span></p> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">ACKNOWLEDGMENT</h2> + <p class="h2head"> + BY WAY OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT AND + REQUEST + </p> +</div><!--end chapter header--> + +<p>Grateful acknowledgment for permission to include the +stories and other material in this volume is made to the +following authors and editors:</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>To the Editors of <cite>The Boston Evening Transcript</cite>, <cite>The +Reviewer</cite>, <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>, <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>, +<cite>Harper’s Magazine</cite>, <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>, <cite>Liberty</cite>, <cite>Collier’s +Weekly</cite>, and <cite>The Dial</cite>; and to Messrs. Harcourt, +Brace, and Company, Messrs. Boni and Liveright, Inc., +Miss Sandra Alexander, Mr. Sherwood Anderson, Mr. +Nathan Asch, Mr. Barry Benefield, Mr. Konrad Bercovici, +Miss Bella Cohen, Mr. Charles Caldwell Dobie, Mr. +Rudolph Fisher, Mrs. Katharine Fullerton Gerould, Mr. +Walter Gilkyson, Mr. Manuel Komroff, Mr. Ring W. +Lardner, Mr. Robert Robinson, Miss Evelyn Scott, Miss +May Stanley, Mr. Wilbur Daniel Steele, Mr. Milton Waldman, +Mr. Glenway Wescott, Miss Barrett Willoughby, and +Mrs. Elinor Wylie.</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>I wish to make particular acknowledgments for editorial +assistance to Mrs. W. J. Turner, Miss Katharine Macdonald, +and Mr. Francis J. Hannigan.</p> + +<p>In dedicating the present volume to my wife, I wish to +record her invaluable coöperation in making this volume, +as well as “The Best British Short Stories of 1925,” less +faulty than it otherwise might have been during my prolonged +illness last summer.</p> + +<p>I shall be grateful to my readers for corrections, and +particularly for suggestions leading to the wider usefulness +of these annual volumes. In particular, I shall welcome +the receipt from authors, editors and publishers, of +stories printed during the period between October, 1924, +and September, 1925, inclusive, which have qualities of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span> +distinction and yet are not printed in periodicals falling +under my regular attention.</p> + +<p>Communications may be addressed to me <i>Care of Small, +Maynard & Company, 41 Mount Vernon Street, Boston, +Mass.</i></p> + +<p class="right r2"> + E. J. O. +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak"> + CONTENTS + </h2> +</div> + +<table class="table1"> + +<tr><td class="tdr" colspan="3"><span class="xxs">PAGE</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Introduction.</span> By the Editor</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#INTRODUCTION">xiii</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Gift.</span> By Sandra Alexander</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_GIFT1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Reviewer</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Return.</span> By Sherwood Anderson</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_RETURN2">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Gertrude Donovan.</span> By Nathan Asch</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#GERTRUDE_DONOVAN3">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Transatlantic Review</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Guard of Honor.</span> By Barry Benefield</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#GUARD_OF_HONOR4">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Beggar of Alcazar.</span> By Konrad Bercovici</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_BEGGAR_OF_ALCAZAR5">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Laugh.</span> By Bella Cohen</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_LAUGH6">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Calendar of Modern Letters</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Hands of the Enemy.</span> By Charles Caldwell +Dobie</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_HANDS_OF_THE_ENEMY7">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>Harper’s Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The City of Refuge.</span> By Rudolph Fisher</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_CITY_OF_REFUGE8">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">An Army With Banners.</span> By Katharine Fullerton +Gerould</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#AN_ARMY_WITH_BANNERS9">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>Harper’s Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Coward’s Castle.</span> By Walter Gilkyson</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#COWARDS_CASTLE10">148</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">How Does It Feel to be Free?</span> By Manuel Komroff</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#HOW_DOES_IT_FEEL_TO_BE">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Haircut.</span> By Ring Lardner</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#HAIRCUT12">174</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>Liberty</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Ill Wind.</span> By Robert Robinson</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_ILL_WIND13">186</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>Collier’s Weekly</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Old Lady.</span> By Evelyn Scott</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_OLD_LADY14">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Dial</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Old Man Ledge.</span> By May Stanley</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#OLD_MAN_LEDGE15">207</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Six Dollars.</span> By Wilbur Daniel Steele</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#SIX_DOLLARS16">228</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Home Town.</span> By Milton Waldman</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_HOME_TOWN17">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The London Mercury</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Fire and Water.</span> By Glenway Wescott</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#FIRE_AND_WATER18">270</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>Collier’s Weekly</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Devil Drum.</span> By Barrett Willoughby</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_DEVIL_DRUM19">287</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Gideon’s Revenge.</span> By Elinor Wylie</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#GIDEONS_REVENGE20">311</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="3">(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>)</td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Yearbook of the American Short Story, +October, 1924, to September, 1925</span></td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_YEARBOOK_OF_THE_AMERICAN">323</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Abbreviations</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#ABBREVIATIONS">325</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Addresses of Magazines Publishing Short Stories</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#ADDRESSES_OF_MAGAZINES">330</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Biographical Roll of Honor of American Short Stories</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_BIOGRAPHICAL_ROLL_OF_HONOR">334</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Roll of Honor of Foreign Short Stories in American +Magazines</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_ROLL_OF_HONOR_OF_FOREIGN">345</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> The Best Books of Short Stories</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#THE_BEST_BOOKS_OF_SHORT_STORIES">349</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Volumes of Short Stories Published in the United +States: An Index</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#VOLUMES_OF_SHORT_STORIES">351</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Articles on the Short Story in American Magazines: +An Index</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#ARTICLES_ON_THE_SHORT_STORY">355</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Index of Short Stories in Books</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#INDEX_OF_SHORT_STORIES_IN_BOOKS">389</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="One">I.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">American Authors</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_Ia">389</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="Two">II.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">British and Irish Authors</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_IIa">395</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="Three">III.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">Translations</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_IIIa">402</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Magazine Averages</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#MAGAZINE_AVERAGES">406</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdh pad1" colspan="2"> Index of Short Stories Published in American +Magazines</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#INDEX_OF_SHORT_STORIES_PUBLISHED">409</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="One">I.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">American Authors</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_Ib">410</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="Two">II.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">British and Irish Authors</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_IIb">441</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr"><abbr title="three">III.</abbr></td> + <td class="tdl pad3">Translations</td> + <td class="tdr pad2 vlb"><a href="#Index_IIIb">446</a></td></tr> +</table> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</span></p> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION"> + INTRODUCTION + </h2> +</div> + +<h4><abbr title="One">I</abbr></h4> + +<p>Is it, as Henry Adams suggests, a fiction that society +educates itself or aims at a conscious purpose? In Europe +at all events, as he points out, society has not done so. +European society at the present time is old. Its youth +was not more conscious than that of the average man +whose character is formed by the blows and punches of +fate. But in America society is young and at least self-conscious. +Comparative peace surrounds it: experience of +similarly thinking nations is at its service. With these +advantages can it consciously form a new and finer civilization +within itself, with new values from the experience +of the old European civilization and values, now of doubtful +worth? America, intellectually, is of European descent. +Her language, her law, are not alien to those of the old +world. When, therefore, one asks if her society can educate +itself toward a conscious purpose, one must not +answer that question with the experiences of Asiatic civilizations +in mind.</p> + +<p>Since 1914, it has been very clear that a new energy has +begun to stir in America. It is as if the mass of the +people has begun to realize itself not as a congregation of +settlers, farmers and prospectors, but as a nation capable +of an ideal somewhat different in spirit from those which, +as it can perceive from its newspapers, animate the nations +of Europe. In other words, America has begun to realize +that she is capable of at any rate desiring an independent +ideal worthy of attainment.</p> + +<p>It is not in the works of such writers as Emerson, Whitman, +Henry Adams, and Edwin Arlington Robinson, nor +in the works of the younger writers who seek inspiration +outside the sphere of American life, that one finds this +realization actively leading American public thought. It +is in such, at first sight, unusual forms of philosophical +expression as acts of law, social customs, and even newspaper +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</span> +articles. There one hears the voice of the American +nation beginning to assert that the old codes which it inherited +from Europe have come under its criticism. This +criticism, one feels, arises from a definite and conscious +comparison of an inherited ideal with one which is being +gradually formulated by the whole nation.</p> + +<p>In order to follow an ideal of this particular and, one +might say, personal kind, it is necessary that the nation +which seeks after it should, in the first place, attempt to +know itself. One sees that, in every way, America today +tries by self-expression to realize her own character. In +the East, in the West, particularly in the Middle West, +every individual who is not wholly absorbed in making +money or in furthering the material welfare of his country +attempts at some time during his life to say what he thinks +of the world as he sees it. His world is not an old world +of traditions. There is no traditional way of expressing +his thoughts about it ready to his hand, nor is every man +a great literary artist. He has had, therefore, to invent a +form of expression that is not too great a tax upon his +powers.</p> + +<p>Few men or women are capable of sustaining their +energies through the length of a novel or of a work of +philosophy, and fewer have the gift of poetry. It would +seem, therefore, that almost of necessity the American +people has adopted the short story as its particular form +of art: not the sketch nor the episodic tale, but a fairly +long and systematically constructed piece of writing in +which primarily it liberates its own feelings, and by which +secondarily it tells a tale. The American short story, +therefore, has an immense and peculiar interest and value. +One feels in it the striving of a nation to express itself, +and thereby to come to a knowledge of its own character, +in order completely and consciously to follow an ideal +which it hopes to set before itself.</p> + +<p>But whether through the evolutions of human life it +is possible to follow a fixed ideal, whether it is possible +for a whole nation consciously to mould its future, whether +even it is possible for a people to realize its own character +clearly enough to be able to impose a philosophy upon it, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</span> +only the future can tell. One is inclined to think that it +is impossible, but that does not detract from the extraordinary +interest which the phenomenon of a nation seeking +self-realization arouses.</p> + +<p>Whatever the result of America’s conscious attempt at +self-education may be, the record of it, in the form at +any rate of the short story, whether good or bad, will +be of the greatest value to future generations.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>To repeat what I have said in these pages in previous +years, for the benefit of the reader as yet unacquainted +with my standards and principles of selection, I shall point +out that I have set myself the task of disengaging the +essential human qualities in our contemporary fiction, +which, when chronicled conscientiously by our literary +artists, may fairly be called a criticism of life. I am not at +all interested in formulæ, and organized criticism at its best +would be nothing more than dead criticism, as all dogmatic +interpretation of life is always dead. What has +interested me, to the exclusion of other things, is the fresh, +living current which flows through the best American work, +and the psychological and imaginative reality which American +writers have conferred upon it.</p> + +<p>No substance is of importance in fiction, unless it is +organic substance, that is to say, substance in which the +pulse of life is beating. Inorganic fiction has been our +curse in the past, and bids fair to remain so, unless we +exercise much greater artistic discrimination than we display +at present.</p> + +<p>The present record covers the period from October, 1924, +to September, 1925, inclusive. During this period I have +sought to select from the stories published in American +magazines those which have rendered life imaginatively in +organic substance and artistic form. Substance is something +achieved by the artist in every act of creation, rather +than something already present, and accordingly a fact +or group of facts in a story only attains substantial embodiment +when the artist’s power of compelling imaginative +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</span> +persuasion transforms them into a living truth. The +first test of a short story, therefore, in any qualitative +analysis, is to report upon how vitally compelling the +writer makes his selected facts or incidents. This test +may be conveniently called the test of substance.</p> + +<p>But a second test is necessary if the story is to take +rank above other stories. The true artist will seek to +shape this living substance into the most beautiful and +satisfying form by skilful selection and arrangement of +his materials, and by the most direct and appealing presentation +of it in portrayal and characterization.</p> + +<p>The short stories which I have examined in this study, +as in previous years, have fallen naturally into four +groups. The first consists of those stories which fail, +in my opinion, to survive either the test of substance or +the test of form. These stories are listed in the yearbook +without comment or qualifying asterisk.</p> + +<p>The second group consists of those stories which may +fairly claim that they survive either the test of substance +or the test of form. Each of these stories may claim +to possess either distinction of technique alone, or more +frequently, I am glad to say, a persuasive sense of life +in them to which a reader responds with some part of +his own experience. Stories included in this group are +indicated in the yearbook index by a single asterisk prefixed +to the title.</p> + +<p>The third group, which is composed of stories of still +greater distinction, includes such narratives as may lay +convincing claim to a second reading, because each of +them has survived both tests, the test of substance and +the test of form. Stories included in this group are indicated +in the yearbook index by two asterisks prefixed to the +title.</p> + +<p>Finally, I have recorded the names of a small group of +stories which possess, I believe, the even finer distinction +of uniting genuine substance and artistic form in a closely +woven pattern with such sincerity that these stories may +fairly claim a position in American literature. If all of +these stories by American authors were republished, they +would not occupy more space than six or seven novels of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</span> +average length. My selection of them does not imply the +critical belief that they are great stories. A year which +produced one great story would be an exceptional one. It +is simply to be taken as meaning that I have found the +equivalent of six or seven volumes worthy of republication +among all the stories published during the period +under consideration. These stories are indicated in the +yearbook index by three asterisks prefixed to the title, and +are listed in the special “Rolls of Honor.” In compiling +these lists, I have permitted no personal preference or +prejudice to influence my judgment consciously. Several +stories which I dislike personally are to be found on the +“Rolls of Honor.” The general and particular results +of my study will be found explained and carefully detailed +in the supplementary part of this volume.</p> + +<p class="right r2"> + <span class="smcap">Edward J. O’Brien.</span> +</p> + +<p class="unindent">London.<br> +November 3, 1925.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</span> + <h2 class="nobreak"> + THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1925 + </h2> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</span> + <p class="p4"><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—The order in which the stories in this volume are + printed is not intended as an indication of their comparative + excellence; the arrangement is alphabetical by authors.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">The Gift</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_GIFT1"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE GIFT</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a><br> +</p> + +<p class="byline">By SANDRA ALEXANDER</p> +</div> +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Reviewer</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> sun came up around the bend of the river. The +top of it, huge and misshapen, had just cleared the +mass of juniper and swamp myrtle when Annie Sherrod +opened the kitchen door and came down the rickety back +steps into the yard. She carried in one hand a bucket of +clabber for the pigs and in the other a tin pail full to +the brim with a stirring of corn meal and sweet milk +for the chickens. As she reached the chicken coop the +sun shook away the dark myrtle and gave its red reflection +to the river. The water tugged and pulled it out of shape +as it flowed on by to the sound. The river and the dried +mud along its banks shone brightly, but the woman noticed +none of this red glory of sunrise. She scattered the meal +and emptied the sour milk in the pig trough, and then +filled the empty bucket with the dark water and gave it +to the chickens to drink.</p> + +<p>The sun had now risen so high that the reflection +spread like burnished copper on the face of the water, and +Annie shaded her eyes as she looked down at the fish trap +anchored close to the bank. The fish trap was made of +two hoops of seine and two dug-outs. The hoops were +balanced upon a greased pole between the dugouts. The +faintest puff of wind caused the top hoop to dip down +until it was caught by the current and dragged under. As +it came up the opposite hoop was pushed down. The hoops +dipped and turned endlessly in the river current and sometimes +brought up fish. When the hoops reached the top of +their circle the fish fell out and down into the dugouts, +sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left. “Lazy man +fishin’” they called the trap on the river. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> + +<p>There were plenty of fish this morning, silver river herrings, +and Annie gathered them up and carried them back +to the house.</p> + +<p>She busied herself with breakfast and when it stood +smoking hot on the stove, she went down the hall to a room +at the front of the house. “Henry,” she called, outside the +closed door, “it’s time to get up—brekfast’s ready.” A voice +answered her and she went on to the next room, opened the +door and entered.</p> + +<p>It was dark in there and the air smelled of stale bedding. +Annie propped up a window and pushed open a broken +shutter. The sun threw a broad streak of light across +a bed in the corner which held a sleeping man. He roused +himself, shivered, and threw one protecting arm across +his eyes to shut out the sudden glare. “Can’t you let me +be?” he said. Annie did not look at him: “Brekfast’s +done,” she said and went out.</p> + +<p>The table stood under the window in the kitchen. She +wiped the oilcloth top with a damp cloth and set it with +thick china plates and cups. She “dished up” the smoking +food, filled the cups with coffee and put the pot back on +the stove. Then she sat down at one end of the table and +stared in front of her.</p> + +<p>Her brooding face was lifeless in its repose. There +was no thought going on back of the woman’s dulled eyes. +She sat, heavy and relaxed, a little forward in the chair, +and stared straight in front of her. Mechanically she lifted +a hand now and then to frighten away the swarms of flies +that hovered over the food before her. The sound of a +tapping stick and carefully placed feet in the hall roused +her. She sagged to her feet and went to the door. A man +with a cane in one hand and the other spread out before +him stopped beside her. “Annie,” he said inquiringly.</p> + +<p>“Here I be,” she said, catching hold of his hand to guide +him to the table.</p> + +<p>“I smell fish this morning,” the blind man said cheerfully, +as he spread his hands to touch the knife and fork +at his place.</p> + +<p>“Yes, we got fish.” Annie speared one with a fork and +took out the backbone. She put milk and sugar in his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span> +coffee, cut up a piece of fat pork and put the plate down +in front of him. “There you air!” She helped her own +plate and sat down again.</p> + +<p>They ate in silence.</p> + +<p>Down the hall a door slammed. “Will’s late,” the blind +man said.</p> + +<p>“Yeah—he wuz drunk agin las’ night!”</p> + +<p>The blind man made soft clucking noises, his tongue +against his closed teeth.</p> + +<p>Will came through the kitchen, glancing at the table as +he went by on his way to the back porch. There was a +sound of water poured in a tin basin. “Ain’t ther’ a towel +’round here some place?” he called. Annie got up, took a +towel from the cupboard drawer out to him, and came back +to her breakfast. In a little while he came in, sat down +between them and helped himself to food.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>The two men were brothers, Henry and William Sherrod. +The blind man was stout, his sandy hair thin on his round +head. William was slim in build and the bones of his face +prominent. His hair was thick and the color of Henry’s. +His eyes were blue and quick with impatience. Henry’s +were blue and flat with the vacancy of blindness.</p> + +<p>Will leaned forward and took another fish from the +heaped plate in front of him.</p> + +<p>“Got in purtty late las’ night, didn’t you, Will?” +Henry had finished his breakfast, and sat leaning back in +his chair, his pale eyes staring in the direction of his +brother.</p> + +<p>Will did not lift his head from his plate. “Uh-huh,” he +said.</p> + +<p>“Who’d you see up town?” Henry went on.</p> + +<p>“Nobody much. I—” he cleared his mouth of the fish +bones—“I went to the movin’ picher place.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you did, did you?” There was an eager interest in +Henry’s voice. He leaned forward and waited for Will to +go on. Then he prompted him: “Ain’t you goin’ to tell us +what you saw? Annie here wants to know—don’t you, +Annie?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p> + +<p>Annie roused herself from the stupor she had fallen into. +“I ain’t pertikler,” she said.</p> + +<p>Will suddenly scowled at the blind man. He paid no +attention to Annie. “It warn’t so much. Jest one o’ them +regler pichers. L’s see—” he ran his hand through his +thick hair in the effort to think. “Thar was a woman an’ +two men—an’—an’ she liked purtty things an’—an’ all. +An’ one man was poor an’ tother was rich—so she runned +away with him—an’ then he did something crooked—bet +on a horse or sumpin like that—an’ so her husban’ come +an’ got her. It was like that!”</p> + +<p>Henry sighed when Will had finished. “It must er been +a real good picher. Minds me er one I saw onct over to +Adamton.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah! Everything ’minds you er somethin’ you seen +over to Adamton. It’s right bad you cain’t go back over +there.” Henry dropped his head at the sound of Will’s +voice.</p> + +<p>Annie had not looked up from her plate or seemed to +listen to Will’s recital, but now she stared straight at him, +and under the scorn in her gaze he hesitated. “You lay +off’n Henry,” she said.</p> + +<p>“What you got to do with it? You better dry up yerself!” +But as she still stared at him, his eyes wavered +and he returned to his breakfast.</p> + +<p>Almost paralyzed by this exchange between husband +and wife, not because it was new or the first time he had +heard it, but because he so keenly realized his helplessness, +Henry’s hands fumbled with his knife and fork. They +made outlandish noises against his empty plate.</p> + +<p>“Have some more fish, Henry?” Annie lowered her voice +as she spoke to him.</p> + +<p>“Believe I had a plenty, Annie.”</p> + +<p>“Gimme ’nother cup er coffee.” Will held his cup back +toward the stove without turning. Annie filled it for him. +She had finished her breakfast and she went slowly about +the kitchen, testing the water in the iron kettle and scraping +the dishes clean. She gathered them into a pile and carried +them to a table nearer the stove.</p> + +<p>Henry tilted back his chair and lighted a pipe. Will +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span> +sucked noisily at his second cup of coffee, his arms propped +on the table, one hand supporting his head.</p> + +<p>“Going to do Four Acre?” Henry asked presently in a +voice he meant to be conciliating.</p> + +<p>“Yeah.”</p> + +<p>“It sure is goin’ to be a hot day.”</p> + +<p>“You’re dam’ right!”</p> + +<p>“Can’t yer put it off?” Henry went on.</p> + +<p>“Naw!” Will got up and stood with his hands on the +back of his chair, looking down at him. “You got a purtty +sof’ snap sittin’ ’round all day doin’ nothin’.”</p> + +<p>“Trade you!” Henry said quickly.</p> + +<p>“Like hell, you would!” He gave the chair a sudden +push that sent it against the table. “Whar’s them milk +buckets?”</p> + +<p>Annie pointed to them and he took the two empty pails +and went out. There was a little space of silence as Annie +poured the greasy dish water out through the open window +on the ground, where it ran off in a rainbow streak down +the slope of the yard. “Will oughter milk before brekfast,” +she said to Henry as she hung the pan on its nail.</p> + +<p>“Well, it’s purtty hard on him, doing all the work for +bothen us.” Henry shook his head solemnly.</p> + +<p>“You can’t help it!” Annie said fiercely. She went +through the door carrying a bucket of scraps—more food +for the pigs. When she came back she swept the kitchen, +took the ashes from the cooling stove and covered the +table with a cloth, then she darkened the room and went +out. She swept the two bedrooms, beat the knobs out of +the shuck mattresses and spread them with yellow sheets, +yellow from having been washed in river water. When all +this was done she returned to the kitchen, strained and set +away the milk Will had left for her on the table. She carried +it out to the wire-covered box nailed high up on the +porch, to keep away the swarming flies. Then she put on +a slat bonnet, took a knife and basket and went out into +the garden.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>The Sherrod house stood on a rise of ground above the +river. The spring freshets never reached it, not even the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> +famous one of ’98. The front of the house faced the long +red dirt track that led up to the crossroads, and the back +of it looked down on the river. The house had never been +painted, the clapboards had weathered an even gray, and +here and there patches of green moss clung to the roof and +the chimney bricks. Henry and William owned it jointly, +together with the sixty-acre farm on either side of it.</p> + +<p>Henry knew nothing of farming. When he was in his +teens he had gone away to work on one of the river +steamers. In those days, twenty years ago, steamers ran +from across the sound, and up the river as far as Jamesville, +the town below the Sherrod place. There were no steamboats +on the river now. The railroad had built a long +trestle across the sound and put them all out of business. +The old <em>Plymouth</em>, that Henry had gone out on, was lying, +a rotting hulk, at Adamton. The boat’s trip from Adamton +across the sound and up the river to Jamesville had required +a day. Then she was tied up at the dock until next morning +when her captain backed her around and headed her +downstream and again across the sound to Adamton. The +railroad now hauled the cotton and tobacco, and an occasional +crop of peanuts from Jamesville to Adamton in three +hours.</p> + +<p>Henry had been fat even as a young man. He had a jolly +laugh and took life pretty much as he found it. He knew +a lot of drummer jokes, collected from travelers on the +<em>Plymouth</em>. He told them to the old folks and to Will +whenever he came to the farm to spend a night. Will +listened to them with ill grace and Henry was forced to +believe Will jealous of him. He wooed Will with presents +bought in the superior stores of Adamton, and if he discovered +Will was “courting” a town girl, he stopped going +to see her himself. He had a long talk with Will when the +old people died. He said if Will wanted him to he would +give up his job and come home, but Will said he didn’t +need any river man around. So Henry had kept on with +the <em>Plymouth</em>.</p> + +<p>The farm was a lonely place and Will’s fine enthusiasm +for farming by himself soon wore itself out. He decided +to get married and went “courting” Annie Spruill, the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> +daughter of a neighboring farmer. He drove to her house +in a shiny new buggy and a suit of clothes Henry had +bought for him over in Adamton. Will had intended painting +the house and making many improvements when he +brought Annie home, but the spring freshet in the river +ruined his corn that year, and afterwards he never seemed +to get around to it.</p> + +<p>Annie had been a pretty girl when Will married her. In +those days she had bright brown eyes and black hair, but +the eyes dimmed and ceased to sparkle after a few years on +the farm with Will. The work was heavy, and Will, his +disposition never good, fretted with his seeming ill-luck, +rarely provided her with any of the things women like. He +had drunk corn whiskey, and as Annie lost her good looks +and became a drab creature who rarely spoke, he drank +worse. His unfaithfulness to her was known throughout +the county.</p> + +<p>Annie’s children died at birth. They were thin infants, +old beyond the knowledge of mortals. She had wept noisily +for the first and a little less for the second. She was carrying +the third when Henry came home to stay. A doctor in +Adamton had told him he was losing his eyesight. Will +said he had been “kicked out of his job.” Annie was glad +to have him. He never lost his temper and he helped her +around the house until the blindness was upon him. He +was resigned and at first made a joke of his affliction. He +sat in his rocking chair, never seeming to care whether he +moved again or not. He told Annie all the drummer jokes +and made her laugh long and loudly. He learned to knit +and he sent away to a mail order house for a fiddle. He +taught himself to play “Pop Goes the Weasel.”</p> + +<p>Annie’s third child was born. Henry held it in his arms +until the tiny overburdened heart ceased beating in thumps. +He could not see the age-old little face, nor the coppery +spots on its forehead, but he knew something was wrong.</p> + +<p>Doctor White in Jamesville told Will that he and Annie +must not have any more children, and that he was to come +to town for treatment. Will listened to him in sulky +silence—and never went.</p> + +<p>Farm labor became harder to get. A great many farm +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> +hands had gone north, lured by rumors of higher wages. +Will rented out part of the farm to a negro tenant. This +man had a still down in the hollow and Will bought molasses +for him and sold the finished “monkey rum” in Jamesville. +It was only a small business, for Will had no money +to buy off the county officers and run the still on a large +scale, but it was quite big enough to furnish him with all +he and his town friends wanted to drink. Three or four +times a week he drove into town with a jug under the seat +of the buggy and, after he had disposed of it, spent the +evening lounging around the drug store and talking to the +girls from the tobacco stemmery. He spent his money buying +them silk stockings and cheap perfume.</p> + +<p>During all this time Henry sat on at the farm, moving +only when necessity drove him. He grew stouter. He +rarely told a drummer joke; Annie knew them all, so there +was no need. His clothes were worn and shiny with grease +from the food he spilled upon them. He had put his fiddle +away. He told Annie he had heard that people born on the +river came home to die on it.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Four">IV</abbr></h4> + +<p>It was twelve o’clock and Will came in from the field. +The perspiration streamed down his face and the top of +his overalls was wet with it. Annie put dinner on the table. +She had cooked a piece of smoked hog jowl and boiled some +collards in the liquor, and there was a pudding of yellow +corn. At Will’s place stood a pitcher of milk, covered with +a cloth to keep the flies out. Will washed his hands and +sat down; Henry was already in his accustomed place. A +cat came in and curled its sleek sides around the table leg. +Will kicked at it and the cat jumped in a great arch through +the kitchen door.</p> + +<p>“I’m going to kill ’at cat,” he said. No one answered +him, no one spoke throughout the meal.</p> + +<p>The kitchen was stifling hot. When Will had finished he +carried his chair out on the porch. A little breeze was stirring, +he propped the chair against the side of the house, +sat down and closed his eyes. In a minute more he was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> +fast asleep. Annie washed the dishes and set the kitchen +to rights. As she crossed the porch on her way to the +house she leaned over and shook him awake: “Ain’t you +ever goin’ to work?” she said.</p> + +<p>He stretched himself and stood up: “Tain’t none of yore +business, ifn’t I don’t!” he told her as he crammed his hat +on his head and went down the back steps to the field.</p> + +<p>He came in early, long before sunset, and asked for a +towel and hot water. He took the bucket Annie gave him +to their bedroom and whistled as he washed and put on +clean clothes. He joined them at supper in his best suit of +clothes and ate his food in a great hurry.</p> + +<p>“Goin’ to town again tonight, Will?” Henry asked.</p> + +<p>“None er yore business!”</p> + +<p>“Well,” Henry said mildly, “you needn’t take a feller’s +head off when he asks you a question.”</p> + +<p>Will’s eyes were red as he looked up, “Who ast you to put +in? You mind your own business—if you don’t, you know +what’s good for you! I guess I got a right to go to town +when I dam’ please! Who does all the work aroun’ here—you +tell me that——”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t mean nothin’,” Henry said.</p> + +<p>“No, an’ you better not neither!” Will got up from his +place. He turned toward Annie, “An’ you needn’t leave no +light burnin’ for me!” Annie did not look at him. In a +minute or two they heard him drive out of the yard. He +would be gone all night and in the morning would appear, +sober and sleepy, to spend the whole day lying in a stupor +on a pallet at the end of the porch, sleeping away the +effects of the raw liquor he had drunk.</p> + +<p>Henry tapped his way out to the porch and sat down in +a rocking chair. When Annie had put up the supper dishes +she came out and joined him. It was cooler out there. The +sun had long since gone down and the river had lost its +look of parchedness. The water was black as it hurried by +to the sound. There were black shadows under the myrtle +and willows on the opposite bank, but the trees waved +green higher up where the light struck them. The sky back +of them was soft with a scattering of white clouds. Night +flew close to the water. A crane’s broad wings circled and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> +went on downstream. The frogs began their nightly +singing.</p> + +<p>Henry’s hands rested on his knees. Annie sat tense and +drawn in her chair, her hands on the arms and her head +back against the high, broad top of it. They were both +rocking. Suddenly Henry’s chair ceased rocking and he +turned to Annie.</p> + +<p>“You ain’t right well, are you, Annie?”</p> + +<p>Annie did not answer him at once and he went on: “Seems +to me like you been ailin’ quite a spell. You don’t never +say nothin’, but I kin feel you moving ’round slow like. +What’s the matter with you?” His slow tones were anxious.</p> + +<p>Annie rocked all the harder. “Tain’t nothin’,” she said +briefly.</p> + +<p>“Well, I’m right glad to hear it. Maybe you need a dost +of quinine—that’ll put you right in a jiffy——”</p> + +<p>“It’ll be a long time afore I’m right agin!” Annie said +passionately.</p> + +<p>The full meaning of it sank into Henry’s mind in the +long pause that followed. He cleared his throat helplessly, +and his voice, as he questioned her, had a quaver in it: +“You don’t mean you’re goin’ to—to have another young +’un?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I do, an’ I wish I was dead! I been thinkin’ I’d +better go down and jump in that river——”</p> + +<p>“Now, Annie, don’t talk like that!” Henry put out a +hand and felt for her in the dark. “That kind of talk +ain’t right. You know what the Bible says about takin’ +your own life. It ain’t right. You ought not to even think +it——” he lapsed into silence.</p> + +<p>“Maybe you made a mistake—maybe it ain’t so,” he said +after a little.</p> + +<p>“Yes, maybe!” Annie’s voice was bitter.</p> + +<p>“Does—does Will know?”</p> + +<p>“I ain’t told him, but he knows well enough—” she broke +off and suddenly stood up. “I—I forgot, I ain’t fed the +cat.” She went swiftly into the house. Through the blinds +back of him Henry heard her fling herself down on the bed +and smother her sobs in the quilts. He rocked violently, +his fat, helpless hands around the knobs of the armchair. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p> + +<p>“It ain’t right! It ain’t right!” He repeated it to himself +over and over.</p> + +<p>The stars were out when Annie stole back to her place +beside him. The sky was powdery with them. Crickets +chirped in the yard and the frogs cried loudly out of the +swamp. Annie’s chair began to move. At first it went +slowly back and forth and then it struck its gait. Henry’s +rocker kept time to it.</p> + +<p>“I been sittin’ here thinkin’ while you was gone, Annie. +I been thinkin’ somethin’ mighty curious—about us—an’ +how things is fixed in this world. It ain’t right, some of it. +Now here’s us—Will all time runnin’ after them girls in +town—an’ drinkin’. An’ then there’s you—you has to work +too hard. Will don’t work hardly enough—he reely ain’t +able too—maybe if’n he was to stop drinkin’ he might——”</p> + +<p>“He won’t!” Annie interrupted.</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t guess he will. It’s a pity. I seen a lot of it +up an’ down the river in the old days—it don’t never lead +to no good end. If you was to have somebody to help do +the cookin’—an’ was to go to meetin’ now and then—an’ +git some pretty clothes——”</p> + +<p>“Huh!” Annie’s rocker stopped. “Where you think we +goin’ to get all them things? I ain’t been to meetin’ in +months—that’s how I git to meetin’!”</p> + +<p>“I wasn’t sayin’ you was goin’ to git ’em. I was just +thinkin’,” Henry’s voice rebuked her.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” The rocking chair took up its accustomed gait +again.</p> + +<p>“Maybe—maybe when yore time come—” Henry’s voice +went on out of the darkness, “maybe yore baby would live—and +you could raise it up to be a comfort to you.”</p> + +<p>Annie said nothing.</p> + +<p>“Then ther’s me. All my life long I took good care of +myself. I never had nothin’ much to do with girls—never +drunk much—a toddy now an’ then, that’s all—but look +at me?” There was no bitterness in Henry’s voice. “But +here I am—a big lump—good for nothin’—I jest sit aroun’ +an’ make a lot of work for you.”</p> + +<p>“You’re a sight o’ company, Henry,” Annie interrupted.</p> + +<p>“Well, thank you, Annie, but I’ll never be good for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> +nothin’ again. An’ what I got to look forward to—just tell +me that? Tain’t like I got married an’ had some children—it +wouldn’t matter so much then—I wouldn’t keer—I’d +be more resigned like——”</p> + +<p>Annie stopped rocking.</p> + +<p>Henry went on. “I sometimes sits an’ thinks about it for +a good spell. We don’t know if what the preacher says is +true. We ain’t certain ’bout that kingdom up in the sky—leastways +I ain’t——” Henry paused uncertainly. “It +may be agin’ the Scripters, but sometimes I think all we +got is right here on the earth—an’ it don’t seem right that +some of us gits so little.”</p> + +<p>Annie sat still under the weight of it. “No, it don’t, +Henry,” she said at last.</p> + +<p>“I lived pretty good. I didn’t miss much when I was +on the river—but I wish I’d got married. I wish I’d got a +boy or girl to take keer of me now.” He heaved a deep +sigh. “Well, it’s like that—but don’t guess it does any +good to talk about it much.”</p> + +<p>“I never knowed you cared nothin’ ’bout children,” +Annie’s voice held a wondering interest.</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t reckon you did. I ain’t never talked about +it to nobody before.”</p> + +<p>There was a long pause broken only by the creak of the +boards under the two swaying chairs.</p> + +<p>“Henry,” Annie began again, and her voice was solemn +“if ’n I was to take keer of myself—same as Doctor White +tole me last time—drink a lot of milk and let some of the +heavy work go—do you ’spose this baby what’s comin’ +would live?”</p> + +<p>“Maybe it would, Annie——”</p> + +<p>She leaned forward and touched him on the arm. “An’ +if ’n it does live, Henry,” she said in sudden excitement, +“it’s goin’ to <em>be yore chile</em>——”</p> + +<p>Henry stopped rocking. “What you mean, Annie?”</p> + +<p>“I mean I’m goin’ to give it to you—to grow up an’ be a +comfort to you. It’s going to be named Henry Sherrod—an’ +you is goin’ to raise it——”</p> + +<p>“But how can you do that, Annie—you can’t give Will’s +child away?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> + +<p>“Can’t I?” the same scornful laugh was in Annie’s voice. +“Will hadn’t ought to have no children—the doctor done +said so—an’ anyway he shan’t tech it——”</p> + +<p>“But what’ll he say?”</p> + +<p>“He won’t say noth’n—you leave that to me!”</p> + +<p>“But look here, Annie,” Henry leaned toward her in the +darkness, his voice betraying his earnestness, “supposen +you did—people would think it kinder queer——”</p> + +<p>“Let ’em! Nobody never comes down here no more. +When he gits big we’ll go away——”</p> + +<p>“Where’ll we go?”</p> + +<p>“I dunno—some place!” Annie leaned back, relaxed. +Her voice was full of ease and happiness. “We’ll go away +all right. Some place where there’s movin’ pichers an’ +’lectric lights. He kin go to school—pay school. I ain’t +goin’ to sen’ my chile to no free school! Maybe he’ll have +a tobacco warehouse when he gits grown——”</p> + +<p>“Maybe he’ll be captain of a steamboat——” Henry’s +voice took up the chant.</p> + +<p>“Yes, an’ we’ll have a parlor an’ a organ——”</p> + +<p>“Maybe he’ll read the newspaper to me——” Henry’s +voice was wistful.</p> + +<p>Once more the rockers rocked in cadence. It was cooler +now, a little wind blew from across the river and brought +the steady “flop flop” of the fish trap as it dipped down +in the current.</p> + +<p>Henry loosed himself from the dream first. “It’s gettin’ +kinder late,” he said. “I reckon we all better be gettin’ to +bed.”</p> + +<p>Annie drew a long breath. “Maybe it won’t live,” she +said.</p> + +<p>“Maybe so,” Henry too seemed to have lost interest. He +shuffled across the porch and through the doorway, the tap +of his stick preceding him down the hall to his room.</p> + +<p>Annie sat on, her hands gripped tightly together in her +lap. “Oh, God,” she prayed, “I got to have somethin’—I +got to have somethin’—”</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Five">V</abbr></h4> + +<p>October was on the river. Swamp maples flaunted a blare +of color as far as eye could reach. The slim dagger leaves +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> +of the willows, already yellow, fell to eddy in the current +before the river swept them away. Pokeberries were as +black as ink. Green holly was swelling, turning red for +winter. Up in the bare branches of the gum trees mistletoe, +in round full bunches, swayed with every passing wind, +the milky berries gleaming against gray-green leaves.</p> + +<p>Annie Sherrod was jellying. She stood over the kitchen +table pouring the crimson juice of wild grapes into tumblers +and sealing them with round pieces of white paper dipped +in rum and white of egg.</p> + +<p>Propped against the door in a split bottom chair, Henry +was skimping through the strains of “Pop Goes the Weasel,” +on his fiddle. His head was bent low, only the thin, reddish +hair brushed carefully across the top was visible to Annie +as she looked across at him.</p> + +<p>“It sure is gran’ jelly!” she told him.</p> + +<p>Henry lowered the fiddle. “I can tell that jest by +smellin’,” he said.</p> + +<p>Annie wiped her hands on her big checked apron. “I’m +goin’ to git you some in a saucer to taste in a minute. I +never did see the beat of it for jellyin’. Most times you has +to wait ’till it gits cole—or set it in the sun—but this +here—” She dug her fingers in the cooling stuff and lifted +a mass of it high. It dropped with a soft “slosh,” heard +plainly across the room. Annie laughed, “Did you hear +it?” she said.</p> + +<p>“Sure did!”</p> + +<p>“I got nine glasses,” Annie went on. “I aim to pick +some more grapes next week an’ do up a even dozen ’fore +I stops.”</p> + +<p>Henry returned to his fiddling. The kitchen glowed in +the afternoon light. The stove shone red through the +cracks and the kettle on it poured out its song of steam. +There was a red cloth on the eating table and a bunch of +goldenrod stuck in a tumbler decorating the center of it. +Over all, hung the rich, spicy aroma of the fox grapes.</p> + +<p>Annie brought a saucer half full of jelly over to Henry.</p> + +<p>“Here, taste it!” She filled a spoon and put it in his +hand. She stood over him as he sampled it, her hands +akimbo on her hips. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p> + +<p>“Um——” Henry smacked his lips noisily. “It sure is +good stuff!”</p> + +<p>“Tomorro’ is Sattiday. You an’ me is goin’ to hitch up +and drive to town right after brekfast and do some +tradin’ at Latham’s. I already done washed your other +ves’—it was terrible greasy. You got to stop dribblin’ +things on yourself, Henry Sherrod. If n’ you don’t——” +Annie’s voice was mocking, she threatened him with a +flourish of the now empty saucer, “if n’ you don’t I’m goin’ +to tie you up in one er my apruns!” She threw back her +head and laughed.</p> + +<p>“Huh! Huh!” Henry laughed with her.</p> + +<p>“You all seem mighty happy in here.” Will stood in the +doorway. He carried his gun slung across his shoulder.</p> + +<p>The laughter stopped in mid-air. Henry returned to fingering +his fiddle. Annie picked up the tray of jelly glasses +and carried them out on the back porch, passing Will in +the doorway, where he grudgingly made way for her. Coming +back she took off her apron and, smoothing her new +calico dress down over her full hips, got out the big pasteboard +box she used for sewing.</p> + +<p>All this time Will stood glowering in the doorway. No +one had spoken to him. He seemed uncertain what to do, +but as Annie fitted on her thimble and lifted a tiny shirt +from the garments in the box, and began to stitch with fine +stitches upon it, he turned and banged the door behind +him.</p> + +<p>“Huh!” Annie laughed, “Will don’t feel right comfortable +’roun’ me no more. He ain’t forgot that piece er my +mind I give him——”</p> + +<p>“You best not be too hard on him, Annie,” Henry lowered +his fiddle.</p> + +<p>“If that ain’t jes’ like you, Henry Sherrod! Now you +takin’ up for Will!”</p> + +<p>“No, I ain’t,” Henry protested.</p> + +<p>“It’ll do him good. I notice he’s been stayin’ home +pretty regular nights lately.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, he has, an’ it’s a good sign——”</p> + +<p>“Time’ll tell.”</p> + +<p>Annie stitched on in silence. The needle moved methodically +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> +in and out. Presently she began to hum under her +breath. Then she interrupted herself: “Henry,” she said, +“why is it ducks’ eggs don’t bring as much as hens’ eggs, +can you tell me that?”</p> + +<p>“Seems to me you ought to git more for ’em.”</p> + +<p>“Well, you don’t! I got a lot of ’em, too, but they don’t +bring much. I believe I’m goin’ to do all my cookin’ with +duck eggs and sell every one of them hen eggs——”</p> + +<p>“That would be a good thing to do——”</p> + +<p>“Tomorro’ I aim to buy a cake of that pink soap to the +drug store. It’s real pretty——”</p> + +<p>Henry nodded his head at her. He was busy with the +fiddle again.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Six">VI</abbr></h4> + +<p>The river was rising. Already the banks were lost by the +engulfing water. The fish trap had been hauled high up the +slope of the yard out of harm’s way. Myrtle and sassafras +drowned, while the topmost branches of the willows, heavy +with raindrops, dipped in the ever rising flood. It was a +sign of spring.... The river roared through its channel +and every day a broader expanse of water covered the +swamp bottoms and flowed sullenly outward over the young +corn planted in the bottom lands. Wild things sought +higher land. The surface of the water bore strange fruit. +Here an old log, turning over and over, on its way downstream, +and there a young tree, uprooted and swept along, +its faint green leaves half submerged in the red flood. A +chicken coop rode its strangely dignified way downstream.</p> + +<p>Water cut off the Sherrod farm from the highroad. Will +had taken the horse and buggy and escaped to town. He +gave as his excuse that somebody had to tell Doctor White +to come out at the end of the week.</p> + +<p>Rain set in again the night Annie’s son was born. It +started at supper time. Cold fingers tapped on all the +windowpanes. Aunt Julia, the negro midwife, climbed the +attic stairs and stuffed rags in all the broken windowpanes. +In the intervals when she could draw her breath a little +more easily, Annie lay and listened to it. She was afraid. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> +She was horribly afraid the doctor wouldn’t get there in +time. She asked continually if they had not heard him +drive into the yard. “Jes’ de win’, honey!” the old negro +woman would reply, placing her wrinkled brown hand on +Annie’s tossed hair. “Yo’ res’ easy, he’ll sho’ be here +bimeby.”</p> + +<p>Henry sat outside the door and heard her cries. He +wrung his soft, helpless hands. Tears ran down and +splashed on his clean coat front, the coat Annie had washed +for him just a few days before.</p> + +<p>The old woman moved about the room, placing basins +and folding cloths, she trimmed the lamp and put it close +beside the bed where it would be most needed. She tested +the water in the big kettle on the hearth, brought in pine +logs to feed the ravenous fire, and then eased her rheumatic +old body into the low rocker beside Annie.</p> + +<p>“Mammy,” Annie reached out and clutched her with +straining fingers, “don’t you reckon the doctor will be +gittin’ here purtty soon now—Will must er told him how +bad I needed him——”</p> + +<p>“Yes, honey, he’ll come. Jes’ you res’ easy now. Hole +yore breaf when you feels the pains—hole yore breaf and +bear down——”</p> + +<p>“He ain’t comin’—I know he ain’t!” Annie wailed. “Will +ain’t never told him!”</p> + +<p>This went on for hours, Annie wailing and begging for +the doctor and the old woman comforting her as best she +could. Henry alternately dozed and wrung his hands in +the cold outside the door. Toward morning Annie suddenly +lifted up her voice and called him:</p> + +<p>“Yes, Annie. He’s coming—Will sure told him——”</p> + +<p>“Henry, you listen to me—I don’t care no more. <em>I don’t +care if he gits here or not</em>, but I want you to promise me +that if ’n’ I dies Will don’t lay hand on this child—you +promise?”</p> + +<p>“You ain’t goin’ die, Annie——”</p> + +<p>“Promise!”</p> + +<p>“I—I promise.”</p> + +<p>Annie lay down quietly. “I’m goin’ to be all right now—I +ain’t goin’ to holler no more——” But even as she spoke +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> +the final agony came. “Help!” she cried in a voice that +brought Henry to his feet and the old woman scuffling +across the room....</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Seven">VII</abbr></h4> + +<p>The river began to go down the third day after Annie’s +son was born. It was a good sign, the old colored woman +said, and she said, too, that Annie’s baby was the finest baby +in the world. Annie lay and listened to her with a smile. +She uncovered the plump little body and saw for herself +that it was perfect. She lay smiling as she nursed it at +her breast.</p> + +<p>This child would live.... She had given it to Henry—God +couldn’t let it die like the others....</p> + +<p>Will was still in town, and the doctor had not come; +there was no need now, Annie and the baby were both doing +well. Henry tapped up and down with his stick, a smile +always hovering about his soft lips.</p> + +<p>“If I just could see him.” He sat with the child in his lap. +“If the Lord would just give in once and let me see him, I +wouldn’t never ask for nothin’ else.”</p> + +<p>Annie raised herself in the bed on one elbow and lay +looking at them.</p> + +<p>“He’s like you, Henry, mor’n he is like Will.”</p> + +<p>“He’s goin’ to be a big man,” Henry said. The child’s +curling fingers clung tightly to his thumb. It was night. +Aunt Julia nodded in the slat-bottomed rocker before the +fireplace....</p> + +<p>“I’m goin’ give him pot-licker an’ black-eyed peas—make +him grow——” Annie crooned, her fingers poking the baby +under the arm. It gurgled and they both laughed. “He +called yore name, Henry.” Annie prepared to lie down +again in bed.</p> + +<p>“I’ll betcher he’s smilin’, ain’t he, Annie?”</p> + +<p>“You know he ain’t, he’s too little yit—yessir, his mammy’s +goin’ to give this baby pot-licker an’ peas——”</p> + +<p>“Hold the lamp here, Aunt Julia,” Henry called. “We +got to see what this baby’s doin’.”</p> + +<p>The old woman came to herself with a start and rubbed +her eyes, “Sho’ is smilin’—it’s de bes’ young un——” She +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> +pattered over for the lamp, lifted off the shield of cardboard +and brought it close to the bed.</p> + +<p>“Look, Annie, ain’t I right?”</p> + +<p>Annie raised herself once more. “Hold it closer, +Mammy.”</p> + +<p>“Gwine burn my chile,” the old woman grumbled as she +obeyed.</p> + +<p>“No, we ain’t, the idea of such a thing,” Annie half +laughed, and then she drew herself quickly higher up in +the bed and leaned closer to the baby. “Look, Mammy, +what makes him do like that?”</p> + +<p>“Do lak whut?”</p> + +<p>Annie passed her hand rapidly across the child’s face. +“He don’t close his eyes like he ought when I do like that!” +There was the beginning of panic in Annie’s voice.</p> + +<p>“Bless God Almighty!” The woman put down the lamp +and lifted the child from Henry’s lap. It wailed feebly at +being so suddenly disturbed.</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter with its eyes?” Annie’s voice was +shrill with fear. “Tell me! Make her tell—” she appealed +to Henry.</p> + +<p>Henry struggled to his feet, his knees grown suddenly +weak and unresponsive. He clutched at the woman’s shoulder. +“What is it? What’s wrong with that baby’s eyes?” +he demanded in a choked whisper.</p> + +<p>The old colored woman held the child against her breast. +She made no effort to avoid Henry’s hand.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” Annie cried again.</p> + +<p>The woman shook off Henry’s hand and drew herself +upright. “Dis chile,” she said with strange dignity, “is +bline.”</p> + +<p>“Blind!” Annie screamed. “Tain’t so—you’re lying! +’Tain’t so, Henry——”</p> + +<p>“No, I ain’t tellin’ no lie. Dis chile is bline——”</p> + +<p>As she spoke the child’s thin wails filled the room. She +clutched it again to her flat breast, hushing its cries against +her.</p> + +<p>“No! No! I won’t have it blind——”</p> + +<p>“Hush, honey, don’t you carry on so. Yo’ got to git yo’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> +stren’th back.” She attempted to push Annie down upon +the bed.</p> + +<p>“I don’t care! I don’t care!” Annie evaded her. She +struggled to her knees and sat swaying back and forth, her +hands clutching in desperation at the mass of tangled hair +that fell about her face.</p> + +<p>Henry had fallen back into his chair and now he sat, his +fat hands twisting and untwisting about the arms of it, his +loose mouth uttering words that died away before they +passed his lips. The old woman carried the child across +the room. She wrapped it in a piece of blanket and seated +herself in the slat-bottomed rocker as before. Slowly she +rocked back and forth, patting the little round back with +her skinny brown hand. “Hush, chile, go to sleep,” she +crooned to it.</p> + +<p>Slower and slower went the rocker. Annie’s cries had +ceased. Henry’s head had dropped upon his breast ... his +hands were still. A log fell apart on the hearth. The old +woman did not get up to replace it. The tick of the clock +on the mantelpiece was the only sound in the room. They +slept.... They slept the peace of exhaustion ... the +peace of acceptance.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Reviewer.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Sandra Alexander.</p></div></div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE RETURN</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_RETURN2"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE RETURN</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_2_2" href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By SHERWOOD ANDERSON + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Eighteen</span> years. Well, he was driving a good car, an +expensive roadster, he was well clad, a rather solid +fine-looking man, not too heavy. When he had left the +Middle-Western town to go live in New York City he was +twenty-two, and now, on his way back there, he was forty. +He drove toward the town from the east, stopping for lunch +at another town ten miles away.</p> + +<p>When he went away from Caxton, after his mother died, +he used to write letters to friends at home, but after several +months the replies began to come with less and less +frequency. On the day when he sat eating his lunch at a +small hotel in the town ten miles east of Caxton he suddenly +thought of the reason, and was ashamed. “Am I +going back there on this visit for the same reason I wrote +the letters?” he asked himself. For a moment he thought +he might not go on. There was still time to turn back.</p> + +<p>Outside, in the principal business street of the town, +people were walking about. The sun shone warmly. Although +he had lived for so many years in New York, he had +always kept, buried away in him somewhere, a hankering +for his own country. All the day before he had been driving +through the eastern Ohio country, crossing many small +streams, running down through small valleys, seeing the +white farmhouses set back from the road, and the big red +barns.</p> + +<p>The elders were still in bloom along the fences, boys were +swimming in a creek, the wheat had been cut, and now the +corn was shoulder-high. Everywhere the drone of bees; +in patches of woodland along the road a heavy, mysterious +silence. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + +<p>Now, however, he began thinking of something else. +Shame crept over him. “When I first left Caxton, I wrote +letters back to my boyhood friends there, but I wrote +always of myself. When I had written a letter telling what +I was doing in the city, what friends I was making, what +my prospects were, I put, at the very end of the letter, +perhaps, a little inquiry. ‘I hope you are well. How are +things going with you?’ Something of that sort.”</p> + +<p>The returning native—his name was John Holden—had +grown very uneasy. After eighteen years it seemed to him +he could see, lying before him, one of the letters written +eighteen years before when he had first come into the +strange Eastern city. His mother’s brother, a successful +architect in the city, had given him such and such an opportunity: +he had been at the theater to see Mansfield as +<em>Brutus</em>, he had taken the night boat upriver to Albany with +his aunt; there were two very handsome girls on the boat.</p> + +<p>Everything then must have been in the same tone. His +uncle had given him a rare opportunity, and he had taken +advantage of it. In time he had also become a successful +architect. In New York City there were certain great +buildings, two or three skyscrapers, several huge industrial +plants, any number of handsome and expensive residences, +that were the products of his brain.</p> + +<p>When it came down to the scratch, John Holden had to +admit that his uncle had not been excessively fond of him. +It had just happened that his aunt and uncle had no children +of their own. He did his work in the office well and +carefully, had developed a certain rather striking knack +for design. The aunt had liked him better. She had +always tried to think of him as her own son, had treated +him as a son. Sometimes she called him son. Once or +twice, after his uncle died, he had a notion. His aunt was +a good woman, but sometimes he thought she would rather +have enjoyed having him, John Holden, go in a bit more +for wickedness, go a little on the loose, now and then. He +never did anything she had to forgive him for. Perhaps +she hungered for the opportunity to forgive.</p> + +<p>Odd thoughts, eh? Well, what was a fellow to do? One +had but the one life to live. One had to think of oneself. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> + +<p>Botheration! John Holden had rather counted on the +trip back to Caxton, had really counted on it more than +he realized. It was a bright summer day. He had been +driving for days over the mountains of Pennsylvania, +through New York State, through eastern Ohio. Gertrude, +his wife, had died during the summer before, and his one +son, a lad of twelve, had gone away for the summer to a +boys’ camp in Vermont.</p> + +<p>The idea had just come to him. “I’ll drive the car along +slowly through the country, drinking it in. I need a rest, +time to think. What I really need is to renew old acquaintances. +I’ll go back to Caxton and stay several days. I’ll +see Herman and Frank and Joe. Then I’ll go call on Lillian +and Kate. What a lot of fun, really!” It might just +be that when he got to Caxton, the Caxton ball team +would be playing a game, say with a team from Yerington. +Lillian might go to the game with him. It was in his mind +faintly that Lillian had never married. How did he know +that? He had heard nothing from Caxton for many years. +The ball game would be in Heffler’s field, and he and Lillian +would go out there, walking under the maple trees along +Turner Street, past the old stave factory, then in the dust +of the road, past where the sawmill used to stand, and on +into the field itself. He would be carrying a sunshade +over Lillian’s head, and Bob French would be standing at +the gate where you went into the field and charging the +people twenty-five cents to see the game.</p> + +<p>Well, it would not be Bob; his son perhaps. There would +be something very nice in the notion of Lillian’s going +off to a ball game that way with an old sweetheart. A +crowd of boys, women and men, going through a cattle gate +into Heffler’s field, tramping through the dust, young men +with their sweethearts, a few gray-haired women, mothers +of boys who belonged to the team, Lillian and he sitting +in the rickety grandstand in the hot sun.</p> + +<p>Once it had been—how they had felt, he and Lillian, +sitting there together! It had been rather hard to keep the +attention centered on the players in the field. One couldn’t +ask a neighbor, “Who’s ahead now, Caxton or Yerington?” +Lillian’s hands lay in her lap. What white, delicate, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> +expressive hands they were! Once—that was just before +he went away to live in the city with his uncle and but a +month after his mother died—he and Lillian went to the +ball field together at night. His father had died when he +was a young lad, and he had no relatives left in the town. +Going off to the ball field at night was maybe a risky +thing for Lillian to do—risky for her reputation if any one +found it out—but she had seemed willing enough. You +know how small-town girls of that age are?</p> + +<p>Her father owned a retail shoe store in Caxton and was a +good, respectable man; but the Holdens—John’s father +had been a lawyer.</p> + +<p>After they got back from the ball field that night—it +must have been after midnight—they went to sit on the +front porch before her father’s house. He must have +known. A daughter cavorting about half the night with a +young man that way! They had clung to each other with +a sort of queer, desperate feeling neither understood. She +did not go into the house until after three o’clock, and went +then only because he insisted. He hadn’t wanted to ruin +her reputation. Why, he might have⁠—— She was like a +little frightened child at the thought of his going away. +He was twenty-two then, and she must have been about +eighteen.</p> + +<p>Eighteen and twenty-two are forty. John Holden was +forty on the day when he sat at lunch at the hotel in the +town ten miles from Caxton.</p> + +<p>Now, he thought, he might be able to walk through the +streets of Caxton to the ball park with Lillian with a certain +effect. You know how it is. One has to accept the +fact that youth is gone. If there should turn out to be +such a ball game and Lillian would go with him, he would +leave the car in the garage and ask her to walk. One saw +pictures of that sort of thing in the movies—a man coming +back to his native village after twenty years; a new beauty +taking the place of the beauty of youth—something like +that. In the spring the leaves on maple trees are lovely, +but they are even more lovely in the fall—a flame of color; +manhood and womanhood.</p> + +<p>After he had finished his lunch John did not feel very +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> +comfortable. The road to Caxton—it used to take nearly +three hours to travel the distance with a horse and buggy, +but now, and without any effort, the distance could be made +in twenty minutes.</p> + +<p>He lit a cigar and went for a walk not in the streets of +Caxton, but in the streets of the town ten miles away. If +he got to Caxton in the evening, just at dusk, say, now——</p> + +<p>With an inward pang John realized that he wanted darkness, +the kindliness of soft evening lights. Lillian, Joe, +Herman, and the rest. It had been eighteen years for the +others as well as for himself. Now he had succeeded, a +little, in twisting his fear of Caxton into fear for the others, +and it made him feel somewhat better; but at once he +realized what he was doing and again felt uncomfortable. +One had to look out for changes, new people, new buildings, +middle-aged people grown old, youth grown middle-aged. +At any rate, he was thinking of the other now; he wasn’t, +as when he wrote letters home eighteen years before, thinking +only of himself. “Am I?” It was a question.</p> + +<p>An absurd situation, really. He had sailed along so +gaily through upper New York State, through western +Pennsylvania, through eastern Ohio. Men were at work in +the fields and in the towns, farmers drove into towns in +their cars, clouds of dust arose on some distant road, seen +across a valley. Once he had stopped his car near a bridge +and gone for a walk along the banks of a creek where it +wound through a wood.</p> + +<p>He was liking people. Well, he had never before given +much time to people, to thinking of them and their affairs. +“I hadn’t time,” he told himself. He had always realized +that, while he was a good enough architect, things move +fast in America. New men were coming on. He couldn’t +take chances of going on forever on his uncle’s reputation. +A man had to be always on the alert. Fortunately, his +marriage had been a help. It had made valuable connections +for him.</p> + +<p>Twice he had picked up people on the road. There was a +lad of sixteen from some town of eastern Pennsylvania, +working his way westward toward the Pacific coast by picking +up rides in cars—a summer’s adventure. John had carried +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> +him all of one day and had listened to his talk with +keen pleasure. And so this was the younger generation. +The boy had nice eyes and an eager, friendly manner. He +smoked cigarettes, and once, when they had a puncture, +he was very quick and eager about changing the tire. “Now, +don’t you soil your hands, Mister; I can do it like a flash,” +he said, and he did. The boy said he intended working +his way overland to the Pacific coast, where he would try +to get a job of some kind on an ocean freighter, and that, +if he did, he would go on around the world. “But do you +speak any foreign languages?” The boy did not. Across +John Holden’s mind flashed pictures of hot Eastern deserts, +crowded Asiatic towns, wild half-savage mountain countries. +As a young architect, and before his uncle died, he +had spent two years in foreign travel, studying building in +many countries; but he said nothing of this thought to the +boy. Vast plans entered into with eager boyish abandon, +a world tour undertaken as he, when a young man, might +have undertaken to find his way from his uncle’s house in +East Eighty-first Street downtown to the Battery. “How +do I know—perhaps he will do it,” John thought. The day +in company with the boy had been very pleasant, and he +had been on the alert to pick him up again the next morning; +but the boy had gone on his way, had caught a ride +with some earlier riser. Why hadn’t John invited him to his +hotel for the night? The notion hadn’t come to him until +too late.</p> + +<p>Youth, rather wild and undisciplined, running wild, eh? +I wonder why I never did it, never wanted to do it.</p> + +<p>If he had been a bit wilder, more reckless—that night, +that time when he and Lillian—“It’s all right being reckless +with yourself, but when some one else is involved, a young +girl in a small town, you yourself lighting out”—He remembered +sharply that on the night, long before, as he sat with +Lillian on the porch before her father’s house his hand—It +had seemed as though Lillian, on that evening, might +not have objected to anything he wanted to do. He had +thought—well, he had thought of the consequences. +Women must be protected by men, all that sort of thing. +Lillian had seemed rather stunned when he walked away, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span> +even though it was three o’clock in the morning. She had +been rather like a person waiting at a railroad station for +the coming of a train. There is a blackboard, and a strange +man comes out and writes on it, “Train Number 287 has +been discontinued”—something like that.</p> + +<p>Well, it had been all right, everything had been all right.</p> + +<p>Later, four years later, he had married a New York +woman of good family. Even in a city like New York, +where there are so many people, her family had been well +known. They had connections.</p> + +<p>After marriage, sometimes, it is true, he had wondered. +Gertrude used to look at him sometimes with an odd light +in her eyes. That boy he picked up in the road—once during +the day when he said something to the boy, the same +queer look came into his eyes. It would be rather upsetting +if one knew that the boy had purposely avoided him next +morning. There had been Gertrude’s cousin. Once, after +his marriage, John heard a rumor that Gertrude had wanted +to marry that cousin, but of course he had said nothing to +her. Why should he have? She was his wife. There had +been, he had heard, a good deal of family objection to the +cousin. He was reputed to be wild, a gambler and drinker.</p> + +<p>Once the cousin came to the Holden apartment at two +in the morning, drunk and demanding that he be allowed +to see Gertrude, and she slipped on a dressing-gown and +went down to him. That was in the hallway of the apartment, +downstairs, where almost any one might have come +in and seen her. As a matter of fact, the elevator boy and +the janitor did see her. She had stood in the hallway +below talking for nearly an hour. What about? He had +never asked Gertrude directly, and she had never told him +anything. When she came upstairs again and had got into +her bed, he lay in his own bed trembling, but remained +silent. He had been afraid that if he spoke he might say +something rude; better keep still. The cousin had disappeared. +John had a suspicion that Gertrude later supplied +him with money. He went out West somewhere.</p> + +<p>Now Gertrude was dead. She had always seemed very +well, but suddenly she was attacked by a baffling kind of +slow fever that lasted nearly a year. Sometimes she +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> +seemed about to get better, and then suddenly the fever +grew worse. It might be that she did not want to live. +What a notion! John had been at the bedside with the +doctor when she died. It was at night, and as the boy was +asleep, he was not called. There was something of the +same feeling he had had that night of his youth when he +went with Lillian to the ball field, an odd sense of futility, +of inadequacy. There was no doubt that in some subtle +way both women had accused him.</p> + +<p>Of what? There had always been, in some vague, indefinable +way, a kind of accusation in the attitude toward +him of his uncle, the architect, and of his aunt. They had +left him their money, but⁠—— It was as though the uncle +had said, as though Lillian during that night long ago had +said⁠——</p> + +<p>Had they all said the same thing, and was Gertrude his +wife saying it as she lay dying? A smile. “You have +always taken such good care of yourself, haven’t you, John +dear? You have observed the rules. You have taken no +chances for yourself or the others.” She had actually said +something of that sort to him once in a moment of anger.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>In the small town ten miles from Caxton there wasn’t any +park to which a man could go to sit. If one stayed about +the hotel, some one from Caxton might come in. “Hello, +what are you doing here?” It would be inconvenient to +explain: “I didn’t want to go to Caxton in the daylight. +I want the kindliness of evening light for myself and the +people I may see there.”</p> + +<p>John Holden’s boy—he was but twelve—one might say +his character had not begun to form yet. One felt in him +sometimes a sort of unconscious and casual selfishness, an +unawareness of others, a rather unhealthy sharpness about +getting the best of others. It was a thing that should be +corrected in him and at once. John Holden had got himself +into a small panic. “I must write him a letter at once. +Such a habit gets fixed in a boy and then in the man, and it +cannot later be shaken off. There are such a lot of people +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> +living in the world! Every man and woman has his own +point of view. To be civilized, really, is to be aware of the +others, their hopes, their gladnesses, their disillusionments +in life.”</p> + +<p>John Holden was now walking along a residence street of +a small Ohio town composing in fancy a letter to his son +in the boys’ camp up in Vermont. He was a man who +wrote to his son every day. “I think a man should,” he +told himself. “One should remember that now the boy has +no mother.”</p> + +<p>He had come to an outlying railroad station. It was +neat, with grass and flowers growing in a round bed in the +very center of a lawn. Some man, the station agent and +telegraph operator perhaps, passed him and went inside +the station. John followed him in. On the wall of the +waiting room there was a framed copy of the timetable, +and he stood studying it. A train went to Caxton at +five. Another train came from Caxton and passed through +the town he was now in at seven-forty-three, the seven-nineteen +out of Caxton. The man in the small business +section of the station opened a sliding panel and looked at +him. The two men just stared at each other without speaking, +and then the panel was slid shut again.</p> + +<p>John looked at his watch. Two-twenty-eight. At about +six he could drive over to Caxton and dine at the hotel +there. After he had dined, it would be evening, and +people would be coming into the main street.</p> + +<p>The seven-nineteen would come in. When John was a +lad, sometimes, he, Joe, Herman, and often several other +lads climbed on the front of the baggage- or mail-car and +stole a ride to the very town he was now in. What a thrill, +crouched down in the gathering darkness on the platform +as the train ran the ten miles, the car rocking from side +to side! When it got a little dark, in the fall or spring, +the fields beside the track were lighted up when the fireman +opened his fire-box to throw in coal. Once John saw +a rabbit running along in the glare of light beside the +track. He could have reached down and caught it with +his hand. In the neighboring town the boys went into +saloons and played pool and drank beer. They could +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> +depend upon catching a ride back home on the local +freight that got to Caxton at about ten-thirty. On one +of the adventures John and Herman got drunk, and Joe +had to help them into an empty coal car and later get +them out at Caxton. Herman got sick, and when they were +getting off the freight at Caxton, he stumbled and came +very near falling under the wheels of the moving train. +John wasn’t as drunk as Herman. When the others weren’t +looking, he had poured several of the glasses of beer into a +spittoon. In Caxton he and Joe had to walk about with +Herman for several hours, and when John finally got home, +his mother was still awake and was worried. He had to lie +to her. “I drove out into the country with Herman, and a +wheel broke. We had to walk home.” The reason Joe +could carry his beer so well was because he was German. +His father owned the town meat market, and the family +had beer on the table at home. No wonder it did not +knock him out as it did Herman and John.</p> + +<p>There was a bench at the side of the railroad station, in +the shade, and John sat there for a long time—two hours, +three hours. Why hadn’t he brought a book? In fancy he +composed a letter to his son and in it he spoke of the fields +lying beside the road outside the town of Caxton, of his +greeting old friends there, of things that had happened +when he was a boy. He even spoke of his former sweetheart, +of Lillian. If he now thought out just what he was +going to say in the letter, he could write it in his room +at the hotel over in Caxton in a few minutes without having +to stop and think what he was going to say. You can’t +always be too fussy about what you say to a young boy. +Really, sometimes, you should take him into your confidence, +into your life, make him a part of your life.</p> + +<p>It was six-twenty when John drove into Caxton and went +to the hotel, where he registered, and was shown to a +room. On the street as he drove into town he saw Billy +Baker, who, when he was a young man, had a paralyzed +leg that dragged along the sidewalk when he walked. +Now he was getting old; his face seemed wrinkled and +faded, like a dried lemon, and his clothes had spots down +the front. People, even sick people, live a long time in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> +small Ohio towns. It is surprising how they hang on.</p> + +<p>John had put his car, of a rather expensive make, into a +garage beside the hotel. Formerly, in his day, the building +had been used as a livery-barn. There used to be pictures +of famous trotting and pacing horses on the walls of the +little office at the front. Old Dave Grey, who owned racehorses +of his own, ran the livery-barn then, and John +occasionally hired a rig there. He hired a rig and took +Lillian for a ride into the country, along moonlit roads. +By a lonely farmhouse a dog barked. Sometimes they +drove along a little dirt road lined with elders and stopped +the horse. How still everything was! What a queer feeling +they had! They couldn’t talk. Sometimes they sat in +silence thus, very near each other, for a long, long time. +Once they got out of the buggy, having tied the horse to +the fence, and walked in a newly cut hayfield. The cut hay +lay all about in little cocks. John wanted to lie on one of +the hay-cocks with Lillian, but did not dare suggest it.</p> + +<p>At the hotel John ate his dinner in silence. There wasn’t +even a traveling salesman in the dining room, and presently +the proprietor’s wife came and stood by his table to talk +with him. They had a good many tourists, but this just +happened to be a quiet day. Dull days came that way in +the hotel business. The woman’s husband was a traveling +man and had bought the hotel to give his wife something +to keep her interested while he was on the road. He was +away from home so much! They had come to Caxton from +Pittsburgh.</p> + +<p>After he had dined, John went up to his room, and presently +the woman followed. The door leading into the hall +had been left open, and she came and stood in the doorway. +Really, she was rather handsome. She only wanted to be +sure that everything was all right, that he had towels and +soap and everything he needed.</p> + +<p>For a time she lingered by the door talking of the town.</p> + +<p>“It’s a good little town. General Hurst is buried here. +You should drive out to the cemetery and see the statue.” +He wondered who General Hurst was. In what war had he +fought? Odd that he hadn’t remembered about him. The +town had a piano factory, and there was a watch company +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span> +from Cincinnati talking of putting up a plant. “They +figure there is less chance of labor trouble in a small town +like this.”</p> + +<p>The woman went, going reluctantly. As she was going +along the hallway she stopped once and looked back. There +was something a little queer. They were both self-conscious. +“I hope you’ll be comfortable,” she said. At forty +a man did not come home to his own home town to start⁠—— A +traveling man’s wife, eh? Well! well!</p> + +<p>At seven-forty-five John went out for a walk on Main +Street and almost at once he met Tom Ballard, who at once +recognized him, a fact that pleased Tom. He bragged +about it. “Once I see a face, I never forget. Well! Well!” +When John was twenty-two Tom must have been about +fifteen. His father was the leading doctor of the town. +He took John in tow, walked back with him toward the +hotel. He kept exclaiming: “I knew you at once. You +haven’t changed much, really.”</p> + +<p>Tom was in his turn a doctor, and there was about him +something⁠—— Right away John guessed what it was. +They went up into John’s room, and John, having in his +bag a bottle of whiskey, poured Tom a drink, which he +took somewhat too eagerly, John thought. There was talk. +After Tom had taken the drink he sat on the edge of the +bed still holding the bottle John had passed to him. +Herman was running a dray now. He had married Kit +Small and had five kids. Joe was working for the International +Harvester Company. “I don’t know whether he’s +in town now or not. He’s a trouble-shooter, a swell mechanic, +a good fellow,” Tom said. They drank again.</p> + +<p>As for Lillian, mentioned with an air of being casual by +John, he, John, knew of course that she had been married +and divorced. There was some sort of trouble about +another man. Her husband married again later, and now +she lived with her mother, her father, the shoe merchant, +having died. Tom spoke somewhat guardedly, as though +protecting a friend.</p> + +<p>“I guess she’s all right now, going straight and all. Good +thing she never had any kids. She’s a little nervous and +queer; has lost her looks a good deal.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> + +<p>The two men went downstairs and, walking along Main +Street, got into a car belonging to the doctor.</p> + +<p>“I’ll take you for a little ride,” Tom said; but as he was +about to pull away from the curb where the car had been +parked, he turned and smiled at his passenger. “We +ought to celebrate a little, account of your coming back +here,” he said. “What do you say to a quart?”</p> + +<p>John handed him a ten-dollar bill, and he disappeared +into a near-by drug store. When he came back he laughed.</p> + +<p>“I used your name all right. They didn’t recognize it. +In the prescription I wrote out I said you had a general +breakdown, that you needed to be built up. I recommended +that you take a teaspoonful three times a day. Lord! my +prescription book is getting almost empty.” The drug +store belonged to a man named Will Bennett. “You +remember him, maybe. He’s Ed Bennett’s son; married +Carrie Wyatt.” The names were but dim things in John’s +mind. “This man is going to get drunk. He is going to +try to get me drunk, too,” he thought.</p> + +<p>When they had turned out of Main Street and into +Walnut Street they stopped midway between two street +lights and had another drink, John holding the bottle to +his lips, but putting his tongue over the opening. He +remembered the evenings with Joe and Herman when he +had secretly poured his beer into a spittoon. He felt cold +and lonely. Walnut Street was one along which he used +to walk, coming home late at night from Lillian’s house. +He remembered people who then lived along the street, and +a list of names began running through his head. Often the +names remained, but did not call up images of people. +They were just names. He hoped the doctor would not +turn the car into the street in which the Holdens had lived. +Lillian had lived over in another part of town, in what was +called “the Red House District.” Just why it had been +called that John did not know.</p> + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>They drove silently along, up a small hill, and came to +the edge of town, going south. Stopping before a house +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span> +that had evidently been built since John’s time, Tom +sounded his horn.</p> + +<p>“Didn’t the fair-ground use to stand about here?” John +asked. The doctor turned and nodded his head.</p> + +<p>“Yes, just here,” he said. He kept on sounding his horn, +and a man and woman came out of the house and stood in +the road beside the car.</p> + +<p>“Let’s get Maud and Alf and all go over to Lylse’s +Point,” Tom said. He had indeed taken John into tow. +For a time John wondered if he was to be introduced. +“We got some hooch. Meet John Holden; used to live +here years ago.” At the fair-ground, when John was a lad, +Dave Grey, the livery-man, used to work out his racehorses +in the early morning. Herman, who was a horse +enthusiast, who then dreamed of some day becoming a +horseman, came often to John’s house in the early morning, +and the two boys went off to the fair-ground without +breakfast. Herman had got some sandwiches made of +slices of bread and cold meat out of his mother’s pantry. +They went ’cross-lots, climbing fences and eating the sandwiches. +In a meadow they had to cross there was heavy +dew on the grass, and the meadow larks flew up before +them. Herman had at least come somewhere near expressing +in his life his youthful passion: he still lived about +horses; he owned a dray. With a little inward qualm +John wondered. Perhaps Herman ran a motor truck.</p> + +<p>The man and woman got into the car, the woman on the +back seat with John, the husband in front with Tom, and +they drove away to another house. John could not keep +track of the streets they passed through. Occasionally he +asked the woman, “What street are we in now?” They +were joined by Maud and Alf, who also crowded into the +back seat. Maud was a slender woman of twenty-eight or +thirty, with yellow hair and blue eyes, and at once she +seemed determined to make up to John. “I don’t take more +than an inch of room,” she said, laughing and squeezing +herself in between John and the first woman, whose name +he could not later remember.</p> + +<p>He rather liked Maud. When the car had been driven +some eighteen miles along a gravel road, they came to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> +Lylse’s farmhouse, which had been converted into a roadhouse, +and got out. Maud had been silent most of the +way, but she sat very close to John, and as he felt cold +and lonely, he was grateful for the warmth of her slender +body. Occasionally she spoke to him in a half-whisper. +“Ain’t the night swell! Gee! I like it out in the dark +this way.”</p> + +<p>Lylse’s Point was at a bend of the Samson River, a +small stream to which John as a lad had occasionally gone +on fishing excursions with his father. Later he went out there +several times with crowds of young fellows and their girls. +They drove out then in Grey’s old bus, and the trip out and +back took several hours. On the way home at night they +had great fun singing at the top of their voices and waking +sleeping farmers along the road. Occasionally some of +the party got out and walked for a ways. It was a chance +for a fellow to kiss his girl when the others could not see. +By hurrying a little, they could later easily enough catch +up with the bus.</p> + +<p>A rather heavy-faced Italian named Francisco owned +Lylse’s, and it had a dance hall and dining room. Drinks +could be had if you knew the ropes, and it was evident the +doctor and his friends were old acquaintances. At once +they declared John should not buy anything, the declaration, +in fact, being made before he had offered. “You’re +our guest now; don’t you forget that. When we come +sometime to your town, then it will be all right,” Tom said. +He laughed. “And that makes me think. I forgot your +change,” he said, handing John a five-dollar bill. The +whiskey got at the drug store had been consumed on the +way out, all except John and Maud drinking heartily. “I +don’t like the stuff. Do you, Mr. Holden?” Maud said and +giggled. Twice during the trip out her fingers had crept +over and touched lightly his fingers, and each time she had +apologized. “Oh, do excuse me!” she said. John felt a +little as he had felt earlier in the evening when the woman +of the hotel had come to stand at the door of his room and +had seemed reluctant about going away.</p> + +<p>After they got out of the car at Lylse’s, he felt uncomfortably +old and queer. “What am I doing here with these +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span> +people?” he kept asking himself. When they had got into +the light, he stole a look at his watch. It was not yet nine +o’clock. Several other cars, most of them, the doctor +explained, from Yerington, stood before the door, and when +they had taken several drinks of rather mild Italian red +wine, all of the party except Maud and John went into the +dance hall to dance. The doctor took John aside and whispered +to him. “Lay off Maud,” he said. He explained +hurriedly that Alf and Maud had been having a row and +that for several days they had not spoken to each other, +although they lived in the same house, ate at the same +table, and slept in the same bed. “He thinks she gets too +gay with men,” Tom explained. “You better look out a +little.”</p> + +<p>The woman and man sat on a bench under a tree on the +lawn before the house, and when the others had danced, +they came out, bringing more drinks. Tom had got some +more whiskey. “It’s moon, but pretty good stuff,” he +declared. In the clear sky overhead stars were shining, +and when the others were dancing, John turned his head +and saw across the road and between the trees that lined its +banks the stars reflected in the water of the Samson. A +light from the house fell on Maud’s face, a rather strikingly +lovely face in that light, but when looked at closely, rather +petulant. “A good deal of the spoiled child in her,” John +thought.</p> + +<p>She began asking him about life in the city of New +York.</p> + +<p>“I was there once, but for only three days. It was when +I went to school in the East. A girl I knew lived there. +She married a lawyer named Trigan, or something like that. +You didn’t know him, I guess.”</p> + +<p>And now there was a hungry, dissatisfied look on her +face.</p> + +<p>“God! I’d like to live in a place like that, not in this +hole! There hadn’t no man better tempt me.” When she +said that she giggled again. Once during the evening they +walked across the dusty road and stood for a time by the +river’s edge, but got back to the bench before the others +had finished their dance. Maud persistently refused to +dance. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p> + +<p>At ten-thirty, all of the others having got a little drunk, +they drove back to town, Maud again sitting beside John. +On the drive Alf went to sleep. Maud pressed her slender +body against John’s, and after two or three futile moves to +which he made no special response, she boldly put her hand +into his. The second woman and her husband talked with +Tom of people they had seen at Lylse’s. “Do you think +there’s anything up between Fanny and Joe? No; I think +she’s on the square.”</p> + +<p>They got to John’s hotel at eleven-thirty, and bidding +them all good night, he went upstairs. Alf had awakened. +When they were parting, he leaned out of the car and looked +closely at John. “What did you say your name was?” he +asked.</p> + +<p>John went up a dark stairway and sat on the bed in his +room. Lillian had lost her looks. She had married, and +her husband had divorced her. Joe was a trouble-shooter. +He worked for the International Harvester Company, a +swell mechanic. Herman was a drayman. He had five +kids.</p> + +<p>Three men in a room next John’s were playing poker. +They laughed and talked, and their voices came clearly to +John. “You think so, do you? Well, I’ll prove you’re +wrong.” A mild quarrel began. As it was summer, the +windows of John’s room were open, and he went to one to +stand, looking out. A moon had come up, and he could +see down into an alleyway. Two men came out of a street +and stood in the alleyway, whispering. After they left, +two cats crept along a roof and began a love-making scene. +The game in the next room broke up. John could hear +voices in the hallway.</p> + +<p>“Now, forget it. I tell you, you’re both wrong.” John +thought of his son at the camp up in Vermont. “I haven’t +written him a letter today.” He felt guilty.</p> + +<p>Opening his bag, he took out paper and sat down to +write; but after two or three attempts gave it up and put +the paper away again. How fine the night had been as he +sat on the bench beside the woman at Lylse’s! Now the +woman was in bed with her husband. They were not +speaking to each other. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> + +<p>“Could I do it?” John asked himself, and then, for the +first time that evening, a smile came to his lips.</p> + +<p>“Why not?” he asked himself.</p> + +<p>With his bag in his hand he went down the dark hallway +and into the hotel office and began pounding on a desk. +A fat old man with thin red hair and sleep-heavy eyes +appeared from somewhere. John explained.</p> + +<p>“I can’t sleep. I think I’ll drive on. I want to get to +Pittsburgh and as I can’t sleep, I might as well be driving.” +He paid his bill.</p> + +<p>Then he asked the clerk to go and arouse the man in the +garage, and gave him an extra dollar. “If I need gas, is +there any place open?” he asked, but evidently the man did +not hear. Perhaps he thought the question absurd.</p> + +<p>He stood in the moonlight on the sidewalk before the +door of the hotel and heard the clerk pounding on a door. +Presently voices were heard, and the headlights of his car +shone. The car appeared, driven by a boy. He seemed +very alive and alert.</p> + +<p>“I saw you out to Lylse’s,” he said, and, without being +asked, went to look at the tank. “You’re all right; you +got ’most eight gallons,” he assured John as he climbed +into the driver’s seat.</p> + +<p>How friendly the car, how friendly the night! John was +not one who enjoyed fast driving, but he went out of the +town at very high speed. “You go down two blocks, turn +to your right, and go three. There you hit the cement. +Go right straight to the east. You can’t miss it.”</p> + +<p>John was taking the turns at racing speed. At the edge +of town some one shouted to him from the darkness, but +he did not stop. He hungered to get into the road going +east.</p> + +<p>“I’ll let her out,” he thought. “Lord! It will be fun! +I’ll let her out.”</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_2_2" href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="label">[2]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Century Co.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Sherwood Anderson.</p></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">GERTRUDE DONOVAN</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="GERTRUDE_DONOVAN3"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +GERTRUDE DONOVAN</b></span><a id="FNanchor_3_3" href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By NATHAN ASCH + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Transatlantic Review</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap">A <span class="smcap">sound</span> of cutting reached her ears. She halted and +listened. So they were ripping the ticker out, as +Charlie said they would. Then it was all over. She didn’t +believe it yet. Failed. Bankrupt. She didn’t understand +it. What did it mean? Then she remembered what Charlie +had further said: a new job. And she saw a picture of +herself going downtown to the employment office early in +the morning; filling out a blank; being told that she would +be notified if an opening could be found. Then waiting; +every morning waiting for the postman, and finding that +there was nothing for her. Then the call at the office. +The manager would first look at her legs, then at her neck.</p> + +<p>He would measure her with his eyes. The old look. She +tried to picture the new boss. Fat? Thin? Good looking? +Will he try to get fresh? She’d put him in his place.</p> + +<p>She became angry. They had no business hiring her, if +they were going to fail. She wasn’t working for love. It’s +no fun to be looking for a new job every day. Just as you +get started, and the clerks stop looking at you as if you were +lying naked on the bed waiting for them, you’ve got to give +it all up and start all over again.</p> + +<p>Her hands began automatically to hit the keys. And the +Hudson Seal: she’d have to forget that, for this year. +Mother would never let her off on the board. She’d start +crying about the high prices, and the raise in rent, and a +million and one other things. Then she’d look at her as if +she were murdering her. No coat and no permanent wave +next month. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> + +<p>Her hand momentarily stopped typing, and touched her +hair; then opening a drawer in her desk, she took out a +patent leather bag, from which she extracted a small +mirror and examined her hair. It was getting loose. They +charged you twenty dollars and it didn’t last more than a +month.</p> + +<p>She took out a powder puff, and powdered herself, twisting +her lower lip over the upper and blowing at her nose.</p> + +<p>A pink light shone out of the call box, and taking a pad +and a pencil, she walked out of her cubicle.</p> + +<p>With Mr. Glymmer in the room were Mr. Reed and +Harry Widener. They did not notice her entrance but kept +on talking with gravity. She sat down in the soft chair that +she always took, crossed her legs, and did not adjust her +skirt as she always did when the junior partner was not +there, and waited. Her hand went once again to her hair, +lifting it near the temples.</p> + +<p>He was nice. Much nicer than Jim Denby. He always +looked at you nice, and his dark eyes looked into yours +something personal. He was a man. And he didn’t look as +if he played servant girl to any woman, like Jim did. It +was nice; it was equal, it was.</p> + +<p>She caught a few words. Protective Committee and +Supreme Court. Reed was as usual very cool, he sat on +the edge of the desk, and his fingers played with a cigarette +holder. Glymmer seemed more nervous. She didn’t like +him. Too anxious to please always. Not to her or to the +other clerks, but to the customers, or to his partners. She +didn’t like his smile. She never had liked it. She wouldn’t +trust any man with a smile like that.</p> + +<p>She looked again at Harry Widener. He seemed amused +at the whole affair. He hardly said a word, just looked at +them, the corners of his mouth curled up. Then he looked +at her, and she stiffened up. But his gaze immediately +dissolved.</p> + +<p>Then Mr. Glymmer began to dictate. She copied his +words, with concentration as always, forgetting everything +else, even ignoring the meaning of what she wrote. When +he had finished, she rose and prepared to leave. But she +stopped and asked. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> + +<p>“Mr. Glymmer, will the office be open tomorrow?”</p> + +<p>“Mr. Zuckor, when he returns, will have an announcement +to make.”</p> + +<p>She became angry again, considered whether she should +bang the door, became frightened, and then resolved that +since she was losing her position she might as well bang it. +So she did, and walked into the general office.</p> + +<p>“Well, Cutie,” said Charlie when he saw her, “it’s up.”</p> + +<p>“Do we work, tomorrow?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“Not a chance. Better take a typewriter home with you. +It’ll be your pay.” The other clerks laughed.</p> + +<p>“If I don’t get my pay,” she said, “I’ll have Mr. Glymmer +arrested.”</p> + +<p>“Harry Widener, too?” asked Charlie.</p> + +<p>She stiffened up and said:</p> + +<p>“Mind your business.” And walked back to her desk.</p> + +<p>She began to copy the letter Mr. Glymmer had dictated +to her. In typing it was different than in shorthand taking: +she could think as much as she wanted to; the eyes communicated +to the fingers unconsciously.</p> + +<p>Harry Widener arrested! Harry Widener arrested! +Arrested! Arrested!</p> + +<p>“I know one thing,” she said nearly loud. “If Harry +Widener asked me, I wouldn’t care if he were married a +million times; I’d go with him.” She became frightened, +and looked around to see if anybody were listening. Then +she said in a high voice:</p> + +<p>“I would!”</p> + +<p>The telephone bell rang. Still repeating, “I would,” she +answered it. A familiar heavy voice came from the other +end:</p> + +<p>“That you, Gertie?”</p> + +<p>Jim. Oh, bother. What did he want?</p> + +<p>“Just heard the news,” he said. “What are you going to +do?”</p> + +<p>She kept silent. In her mind she was comparing Harry +Widener with Jim Denby. “He’s got better eyes and a +better figure; and he’s nicer. Yes, he’s lots nicer.”</p> + +<p>“Gertie,” she heard.</p> + +<p>“What?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> + +<p>“I’m coming around tonight. I’ve got something to tell +you.”</p> + +<p>She wished he wouldn’t. She didn’t want him around +that night. And his hair was nicer. Straight and nice, +not all curled up. And she’d bet he didn’t look so foolish +when he kissed somebody.</p> + +<p>“I’m tired, Jim,” she said.</p> + +<p>And she thought, “I’d bet if he were asking me to see +him tonight, he wouldn’t ask like that: he’d say something.”</p> + +<p>“It’s all right, Gert. I won’t stay long.”</p> + +<p>She hung up. What did he want from her? He would +come around tonight, pestering. Would she marry him? +He had two thousand saved up. Live in the Bronx. Two +rooms and a kitchen. Toilet on the floor. Bath in the +wash bowl. Not she.</p> + +<p>Then Miss James, the telephone girl, came in. They +began talking. Miss James told Gertie where she might +look for a job.</p> + +<p>“He told me yesterday,” she said. “Theatrical office. +Twenty-two a week, and you don’t get killed like here on +the Street.”</p> + +<p>Theatrical office. Maybe she’d get a chance to go on +the stage. She’d been quite good at it in school. And +then Jim had taken her a few times to the theater. It was +easy. All you needed was pull.</p> + +<p>And then, maybe Harry Widener. If she’d be an actress, +it would be all right. Actresses can do those things. Why, +you read about them in the papers.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know,” she said to Miss James. “A girl is taking +an awful chance going to one of those theatrical offices. +Why, the manager would want you to do all kinds of things +for the job.”</p> + +<p>“What’s the difference,” said Miss James. “Twenty-two +a week. Me for money. If I could take shorthand....”</p> + +<p>The afternoon slowly wore on. At four Zuckor came +into her office and dictated to her an announcement, that +owing to the liquidation of the firm’s assets the office would +be closed. Gertrude copied what he said without hearing +it. The office had stopped interesting her. She was leaving, +and it already represented a forgotten past. And she would +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> +have completely ignored this fact of bankruptcy if not that +it represented a parting from Harry Widener. In the few +months that she had been with Glymmer, Reed the junior +partner had become a part of her. True she knew that, +while in the office, there was a gulf that divided them, a +gulf that was insurmountable: the difference between employer +and employee. Each one had his or her rights, which +were not to be disregarded. And although at times she +almost wished that the junior partner would tear that difference +away, something within herself said, that if he did, +he would not be Harry Widener, and she would cease being +Gerty Donovan. She knew that although physically they +would come nearer, there would be a complete divorce of +their spirits. And she knew that now their spirits were +near, that he noticed her, that when she passed he looked +at her with eyes puzzled, and that whenever their eyes met, +for however a fleeting moment, a union had been accomplished. +And she had been satisfied, even gratified by this +fleeting communion.</p> + +<p>He had been her criterion. She had used him as a standard +by which she measured all her acquaintances. She +had never been dissatisfied with Jim Denby. She had +known him for a long time, for so long that the beginning +of their acquaintance was completely forgotten. She had +taken for granted that some day she would marry him, she +had been encouraged in this thought by her mother, by all +who knew her. She had to get her man.</p> + +<p>But when she had seen Harry Widener, she became +doubtful. Intuitively she knew that he was a higher type +of man than her accepted future husband. And although +she could not define his finesse, nor possibly even locate +it, she knew it existed. And she noticed that in all comparisons +Jim failed and Widener triumphed.</p> + +<p>And possibly she would have been satisfied with Jim if +she could continue to see the other. Even to be near him. +She somehow felt cleaner, more refined, in a higher world +with the junior partner. She saw him rarely. He did not +come into the office often, but stayed at his club, from where +he sent in any new business he had secured. But sometimes +he did come, and she knew he would, and it was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span> +enough. He was a rare drug, that she needed but seldom, +but without which she felt she could not live.</p> + +<p>And now it was over. Harry Widener was no more. She +was to go home and stay with Jim Denby. She was made +for such as he. For men with warm, moist palms, and +warm, moist faces, and warm, moist looks. For men who +do not take but beg. For sixty dollars a week, and a bookkeeper’s +household, and a bookkeeper’s children, and a +bookkeeper’s life. Oh! Hell!</p> + +<p>Absentmindedly she cleaned her typewriter, and was +ready to place the cover, and then she remembered that it +didn’t matter, and left it where it always lay during the +day, under her desk. Then she turned to the wall where +her cloak and hat were hung. No, she should go into the +general office and say goodbye. She didn’t want to. But +she might yet see Harry Widener. So she went in.</p> + +<p>She was surprised to see the office as it had always been. +It was not at all changed. You might come in tomorrow +and begin to work again. Possibly it was all a lie. Or a +joke. There was no failure. It would go on as before. +And she would continue to see Harry Widener. Harry +Widener. Harry Widener. Harry Widener, something +shouted into her ear.</p> + +<p>She saw him halfway across the general office. He was +sitting on a desk, reading an evening paper, and smoking. +The blue smoke twined itself about his manicured finger +nails. Run over to him now, and ... and what? Why, kiss +him, of course, and tell him you want him, that he can do +anything he wants to with you. He can walk over you, +and spit on you. But quick, or it’ll be too late. Hurry. +Hurry. He’s looking up. He’s looking.</p> + +<p>“I guess it’s all over, Miss Donovan,” he said with a +smile.</p> + +<p>“Yes, Mr. Widener,” she answered.</p> + +<p>“Too bad,” he said, and returned to his paper.</p> + +<p>Her knees weak, she passed him. It was too late. It was +too late. Too late. What shall she do?</p> + +<p>There was a little group near Mr. Zuckor’s desk. He +was paying off. He seemed very pale and very tired. He +called her. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p> + +<p>“Miss Donovan, here’s your pay.”</p> + +<p>She came over. Took it. Signed the receipt. Too late.</p> + +<p>She rode home with her mind a blank. She did not even +read the paper which she had automatically bought with +her ticket. Somebody gave her his seat, and she did not +thank him, but absentmindedly sat down, drew on her +gloves, and sat. People jostled over her, pressed her knees, +stepped on her pumps, but she ignored this. There was +nothing she could do. Everything was over. And she was +not given to brooding.</p> + +<p>Then she came out of the train, walked to the street, +and turned the corner grocery toward her home. This was +her neighborhood, where she had been born, brought up. +Here was the motion-picture house, “The Lakewood,” +where, when a little girl, she used to wait outside, for some +one to take her in, children not being admitted without +companions. Later, when she had entered high school, she +used to come here every night, and in a corner, far away +from even the dull light, she would sit with a neighborhood +boy and mush: kiss, and soul kiss, and hold, and he would +try to touch her not yet full grown breasts, and she would +refuse and then unwillingly consent. There had been many +couples in the corner, and they would all sit there, ignoring +the picture; just sit in the dark and press one against the +other.</p> + +<p>And here was the ice cream parlor, “Gunn’s,” with +its inviting display of sweets, and the little room in the +back, with tables. After the movies she used to come here +with her friends, and they would gorge themselves with +the ice cream, ordering the most fancy concoctions, until +their mouths would become like acid, from too many sweets.</p> + +<p>Then she passed the “dark corner” of Harrigans’s, the +hardware man’s. Here was the least light in the neighborhood. +And into here, after the movies and the ice +cream, her companion would pull her, and here they would +stand in the shadow of the two glass cases, holding one +another in their arms, and they would seek something which +they did not understand, and did not know where to find +it, until she, frightened at the lateness of the hour, would +tear herself away and run home. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> + +<p>And finally just before her home, she passed the <em>Borough +News</em> printing works, above which was housed the Lakewood +Business College, which she had entered after her +two years in high school. Here was where she had learned +stenography, and typing, and the little bookkeeping she +knew. Nearly all her friends had entered this school which +was their stepping-stone into the business world.</p> + +<p>Mother was in the kitchen, and as she took off her coat +Gerty wondered when would be the best time to break +the news to her. Before dinner or after dinner? It would +be better to get it over with before, but then again, dinner +would be spoiled; there might even be no dinner at all. +Gerty had no appetite, but she reflected that anything, +even eating, was better than listening to her mother’s +lamenting. So she decided to wait.</p> + +<p>She walked into the dining room, took the doily off the +table, went to the sideboard, and took out the napkins. +Automatically she began to set the table.</p> + +<p>Mother appeared, fat, satisfied, white aproned.</p> + +<p>“That you, Gertie? Jim was here awhile ago. Said +he’s coming after dinner.”</p> + +<p>Gerty said nothing. She placed on the table the salt +cellar, the knives and forks, the only really good things +they had in the house. Came from the family. Solid +silver.</p> + +<p>“Would you believe it,” continued her mother, “butter’s +sixty cents a pound. And eggs a dollar a dozen. I gave +Strinelli a piece of my mind. Mrs. Brown told me he’s +got no end of eggs in his cellar, and he’s keeping them for +higher prices. I said to him: ‘It would be a good thing +if they threw you foreigners out. Trying to live on us +poor people. A dollar a dozen for eggs. The idea.’”</p> + +<p>Gerty kept on setting. Even after she had finished +placing on the table everything that apparently was necessary, +she continued. She adjusted the position of the cutlery. +Brought water, something very rare. Dusted off the top +of the sideboard. Anything better than talking. An idea +was being born in her mind, and her mother was preventing +her from developing it.</p> + +<p>Harry Widener would be with another firm, of that she +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span> +was sure. Why not try to get a job there? She would ask +him to recommend her. He couldn’t refuse her. She had +been a good stenographer. Never late. No nonsense in +the office. No peek-a-boo waists or transparent skirts. She +didn’t chew gum or anything. Why shouldn’t she be able +to get a job there? And then she would be with him.</p> + +<p>Her mother fixed her nearsighted eyes on Gerty, followed +her movements, and went on talking.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Denby’s awfully low. They expect her to go any +day. The doctor said it was cancer of the stomach. +Incurable, he said. Lying in St. Mark’s. Private room. +A day nurse. A night nurse. It must be awful for Jim +to pay all that. He’s nice to come down to see us, and his +mother almost dead.”</p> + +<p>Gerty understood her mother’s weak tactics. At other +times it amused her to hear the older woman talking, praising +Jim. But now it only served to irritate her. It was +none of Mother’s business whom she was going to marry. +She was free. Earning her own living. She could do as +she pleased. She could even go to live by herself if she +wanted to. She’d save money anyway. And time. With +the subway, she was wasting two hours every day travelling. +And if she went out in the evening it was two more +hours lost. If this kept up, she’d do it. She wasn’t going +to listen to anybody’s talking. She was a free and equal +human being, she was.</p> + +<p>“I’m hungry,” she announced.</p> + +<p>Dinner proceeded more or less quietly. The few attempts +of the mother at conversation were promptly squelched +by her daughter’s silence. Only toward the end did Mrs. +Donovan begin her attacks again.</p> + +<p>“Jim told me, while he was here, he’s getting a raise +at the end of the month. Three hundred a month, and +assistant teller. He might even get to be assistant cashier +some day. One hundred dollars a week and a private +room. He’s a good boy, Jim is.”</p> + +<p>“If you’re going to keep on like this,” said Gerty silently +to her mother, “I won’t tell you about the failure.”</p> + +<p>“And he’s got a flat at One Hundred and Fortieth Street. +Two rooms and a kitchen. The landlord will paper the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span> +walls any way you’ll want him to. Yes, and a bath tub, +too. In the kitchen.”</p> + +<p>A few moments before, Harry Widener had been far +away, almost imperceptible. Now he came quite near, +and looked at Gerty with his nice black eyes, and said: +“You’re going to be an actress on One Hundred and Fortieth +Street with two rooms and a kitchen. Bath tub in the +kitchen. And you’re going to take dictation on the walls +he’ll decorate for you because you don’t chew gum.”</p> + +<p>She was going crazy. If she wasn’t, her mother was +making her. And she looked at her mother and with her +eyes said: “I want Harry Widener, and I don’t care who +knows it. You or Jim Denby or anybody else. I don’t +give a good God damn who knows it.” Like that.</p> + +<p>And aloud she said.</p> + +<p>“I am going to my room.”</p> + +<p>“Better get ready for Jim,” her mother said. “Put on +the mauve waist.”</p> + +<p>As she shut the door of her room Gerty reflected that she +had not told her mother of the loss of her position. She +didn’t care. Let her mother worry later. With those dirty +tricks. Trying to talk her into marrying Jim. She wouldn’t +have him if he were the last man on earth. Not if he had +all of the world’s gold. And all the diamonds. Not with a +face like that. He’d have to have it made over again.</p> + +<p>She sat down on her bed, adjusted her hair, and said:</p> + +<p>“If he’ll begin pestering me, I’ll send him to hell, I will.”</p> + +<p>Charity. Trying to give her something. Protecting her +from the terrible world. She didn’t want protecting. She +wanted to be left alone. People shouldn’t interfere into +what she did. It was all their fault anyway. If they +wouldn’t have interfered, she....</p> + +<p>“Shut up,” she said to herself, and began unbuttoning +her waist.</p> + +<p>“Mauve waist,” she said. “I’ll give him mauve waist. +If he’d be a man, he wouldn’t come around me. He’d +stop bothering me. Can’t he see I don’t want him and his +protecting.”</p> + +<p>She walked toward the closet, opened the door, and took +off the hook the mauve waist. Absentmindedly she placed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span> +her arms through the sleeves and buttoned it. Then she +sat on the chair before the mirror and began to powder +herself.</p> + +<p>She remembered that once, about two months before, a +woman friend of Harry Widener had come into the office +toward the end of an afternoon, and had waited for him. +A woman of his kind. With hair that received the attention +of a frisier, face that was massaged, and hands that +were manicured every day. She had worn a dark tailor-made +suit and a mauve waist with a lace collar cut so low +that the upper parts of her white breasts could be seen in the +opening. She was stunning, Gerty had admitted that to +herself. This was class. And when Harry Widener had +come in, she had held out her hand to him, a black kid +gloved hand, in a manner that Gerty knew she could never +have imitated. The hand had gone right out, accompanied +by a smile, in which the teeth were shown, even teeth, +and dazzlingly white. And one Saturday afternoon, walking +up Fifth Avenue, Gerty had seen a waist like that: +mauve, with a white lace collar, cut very low. She had +bought it, although the price had been exorbitant and a +large part of her salary had been spent in the purchase. +She never dared to wear it in the office, it was cut so low, +and she had been afraid that Widener would notice the +resemblance. And even in the house she wore it only on +rare moments. When she wanted to feel equal to him, to +do something that she should want him to see her do, she +dressed in the mauve waist.</p> + +<p>Noticing that the ribbon of her chemise showed in the +cut, she untied it and tucked it into her bosom. Her +neck now looked similar to the neck of the woman in the +office. A white triangle deep into her bosom, with the +curve of a breast showing on each side. Her breasts were +just as round as the other’s, and just as white. It would +be better to show a little more. She tucked aside the collar, +and the curve became more pronounced. She sat at the +mirror examining her face, fixing her hair. If he were to +see her now, he would not be able to resist her. He would +look at her with his black eyes, his brows would contract +a little, and his nostrils puff out. And his arms would +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> +stretch out toward her, would envelop her, and she would +lie in them quiet, unafraid.</p> + +<p>She closed her eyes, and through the shimmering darkness +of her lids she saw Harry Widener. He was looking +at her. And she was looking at him. He was saying to +her “You are with me now, and you are quiet.” And she +answered to him, “Yes, I am quiet.” And they sat there +in the darkness, she feeling his odour, and lulled to sleep +by it.</p> + +<p>She felt a draught of wind, heard the noise of a door +opening, and saw Harry Widener tumble into the light. +She opened her eyes. Her mother was standing in the doorway.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donovan was talking, but Gerty did not hear what +she said. She could not orientate herself. She did not +recognize her surroundings, nor the fat woman before her. +This was strange to her. She had no place in the room +where she was. She belonged somewhere else. In dazzling, +flickering sunlight with Harry Widener. And peace.</p> + +<p>“You’re a nice one,” her mother was saying. “It’s got to +be a stranger that gives me the news about my own child. +Why didn’t you tell me you were out of a job?”</p> + +<p>Gerty did not answer. She heard somebody talking, +felt she was being reproved, but it did not move her. She +had been with him a moment before, and she still felt his +presence.</p> + +<p>Then she heard her mother say:</p> + +<p>“Jim’s in the front room. Better go out to him. And +you’d better be nice to him. You won’t find a better man.”</p> + +<p>Her mother was talking, but Gerty did not understand +her words. But she felt that she was commanded to go, +so she stood up and walked toward the front room. Her +mother not understanding, placed herself out of her way, +and let her pass.</p> + +<p>She came into the front room, and looked at the figure +sitting on the sofa, a figure that rose when she entered, +and came toward her. She answered his hello, sat down +on the sofa in the spot he had sat in. Felt him sitting +down beside her, noticed her mother had not come in +with her, and sat. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> + +<p>She tried to gather her thoughts together. Who was +it who was sitting beside her on the sofa? It was Jim +Denby.</p> + +<p>No, it was Harry Widener. It was Harry Widener +with eyes that were not so nice, and with a face that tried +to be as expressionless as it could. But no, it could not +have been Harry Widener. Harry Widener looked at you +personal like, and decent. And Jim Denby didn’t. He +looked at you as if he wanted to eat you up. He was in +love with you. And Harry wasn’t. Why?</p> + +<p>Further her mind refused to travel. A black cloud came +into her brain and forbade all thought. And she surrendered +to the cloud and sat motionless and thoughtless.</p> + +<p>Then she heard Jim or Harry talking. He was asking +her what she would do. And she did not know how to +answer. Because she knew she had to give two different +answers. If this were Jim, she’d have to tell him she would +look for another job, and if this were Harry she’d have +to say.... She could not decide which it was. So she +kept quiet.</p> + +<p>Then she heard:</p> + +<p>“Gerty, I’ve got something to tell you.”</p> + +<p>He was speaking. At last he was speaking. This was +the moment she had been waiting for. Now he would look +at her with his black eyes, and fold her around. And +peace.</p> + +<p>“Gerty, what’s the use of you looking for a job. You +can’t work all your life. You’re not made for work. You’ve +got to stay home and be taken care of.”</p> + +<p>He stopped, and she waited. Why was he talking? +Why didn’t he do it? She felt he was looking at her, but +she did not dare to turn her eyes. He was gazing at her. +His eyes travelled over the waist, went into the lace collar, +and followed its contour to the breasts. Her heart stopped. +Would he recognize it? Would he be angry because she +imitated his lady friend?</p> + +<p>He began speaking again:</p> + +<p>“Gerty, let me take care of you. I can do it. I’ll treat +you like a queen. There won’t be nothing too good for +you. I’ll love you, and I’ll honor you. I’ll be dirt under +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> +your feet. You ain’t made for an office. I’ll be good to +you. Swear to God, I will.”</p> + +<p>What was he waiting for? What did he want? Why +didn’t he take her? She was his. She had always been +his. Hadn’t she waited for him all this time. Did she +have to teach him how to make love?</p> + +<p>He was evidently waiting for an answer, and while +waiting, his gaze travelled on her breasts. He was looking +at them. And involuntarily she wanted to screen them +with her hands, but then remembered who he was, and felt +ashamed. He could do with her what he wanted. He +could take all she had.</p> + +<p>She felt his breath on her face, and closed her unseeing +eyes. The moment had come, and she was not surprised +when she felt his arms around her, enveloping, and his +lips on hers.</p> + +<p>And she said: “Yes, I’ll marry you.”</p> + +<p>And he kissed her again and again, and she was satisfied.</p> + +<p>Then she heard steps, and her mother came in. And +she heard him say to her mother that he was going to marry +her, and then her mother answered:</p> + +<p>“Jim, I’m glad to hear it.”</p> + +<p>And she looked with her eyes. And she saw it wasn’t +Harry. It was Jim! Jim! Jim! Not Harry!</p> + +<p>In one bound she jumped up, and rushed to her room. +When she had banged the door shut, she threw herself on +the bed, and moaned.</p> + +<p>“What did I do? What did I do?”</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_3_3" href="#FNanchor_3_3" class="label">[3]</a> Copyright, 1925, by Harcourt, Brace, and Co.<br> +Reprinted by permission of the publishers.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">GUARD OF HONOR</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="GUARD_OF_HONOR4"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +GUARD OF HONOR</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_4_4" href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By BARRY BENEFIELD + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Once</span> in Asphodel they had called him Willie when he +was a little boy, and then they called him Bill. There +came a time when, upon his occasional trips back to his +Arkansas home, his old friends ventured a little nervously +to call him Will, and the Asphodel <cite>Argus</cite> printed him as +“Mr. William P. Ott, sales-manager and treasurer of the +Apollo Clothing Co., of Chicago.”</p> + +<p>Somewhere somehow in the flat fields of northern France +he lost his richest worldly treasure—that part of his marvelous +memory that covered the period between his sixteenth +and thirty-second years, that segment of his memory +which had known not only all his war experiences up +to that moment, but also every garment manufactured by +his company down to the last button, every trade route +sold by the Apollo travelers, every customer’s rating and +idiosyncrasies, every weak and strong point of the goods +and the salesmen of his company’s chief competitors.</p> + +<p>And so, having come home by way of three or four Government +hospitals, he was, after a brief period of lionizing +that puzzled the pink-faced, snub-nosed, chubby little man, +once again to his friends of Asphodel, and as always to his +widowed mother, just Willie.</p> + +<p>On that hot June morning Willie left his mother’s house +and went down the red hill leading from the higher residential +section to the six business streets, completing his +habitual morning round by ten o’clock: to the post-office, +where he received and read and shook his head over an +eagerly solicitous letter from the president of the Apollo +Clothing Co.; to Hampton’s Furniture Store and Mortuary +Parlor, where he sat awhile in a cane-bottomed chair on +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> +the sidewalk, apparently listening to other men of leisure +talk, though their words merely buzzed in his ears; to +Embree’s Confectionery Store, where he bought a tinfoil +package of cigarettes; and finally to his real goal for the +morning, Zebedee Smith’s Barber Shop, where he silently +submitted to shaving and shoe-shining, and then sat in front +of the big plate-glass window, staring, round-eyed, out +across the street, through an old brick building that had +lost everything in a fire except its side walls, out across the +depression in the earth, at the bottom of which Little Sandy +River slipped southward on its unquestioning way toward +the great gulf that would presently swallow it up.</p> + +<p>As he stared and consciously saw nothing in detail, while +his mind continued its eternal reaching down for something +precious that it could almost but not quite touch, two figures +in the street moved across his vision, and he sat up +suddenly and studied them. As well as he knew any one +he knew Goldie, once the owner of Asphodel’s only candy +store and soda-water fountain, and Honey Boy, Asphodel’s +best-known individual, the small town’s huge, red-headed, +freckle-faced, obscenely dirty, half-witted son.</p> + +<p>Goldie’s infinitesimal figure, frail and stooping, was covered +with an old and spotted and worn Confederate uniform, +the gray coat hanging in a confusion of folds and +wrinkles from his narrow shoulders, the trousers turned up +at least two inches at the bottom. His black slouch hat +made his very thin, old face seem even thinner than it was.</p> + +<p>Honey Boy had once owned a donkey, and it was one +of the few memories that lived in his cloudy mind. He +always carried a stout switch with which he belabored his +imaginary mount, while he frequently jumped up and +down as if he were being bounced by the donkey that was +no more. Now as he pranced along behind Goldie, Honey +Boy, between attacks upon his invisible donkey, mimicked +as nearly as he could every movement of the little old man +who marched along in front of him. Laughter was thrilling +to Honey Boy; he was accustomed to that reward for his +antics, and he kept opening his wide mouth, filled with +yellow stumps of teeth, in a leering grin as he looked from +right to left at chance passers-by for applause. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p> + +<p>Goldie stopped in front of the red, square, brick county +court-house, diagonally across the street from Smith’s Barber +Shop. He removed his hat and stood at attention, +listening. Southern Arkansas architecture sometimes shows +the influence of New Orleans, especially in narrow balconies +jutting out under second-story windows. Goldie +remained looking up at the empty balcony of the court-house, +from which speeches were often delivered. Now +and then he clapped his hands, nodding his head approvingly +over eloquence that came back across the years only +to him.</p> + +<p>Everybody called Levi Goldbaum Goldie, almost entirely +in affection. For a long time he had kept his candy store +open, with occasional closures due to bankruptcies without +a taint of fraud. Even in the full flush of his middle-aged +manhood he had been a frail, haggard, stooped, feeble-looking, +little man, the husband of an abnormally healthy and +handsome wife, the father of a brood of unusually vigorous +boys and girls, who grew up, married, and moved away from +Asphodel, leaving him and his wife alone in their old age.</p> + +<p>When Goldie had attended Confederate reunions—and +he attended every one he could—or had marched with the +diminishing group of old soldiers on great occasions in +Asphodel, many people, especially boys and girls wondered +if he really could have been a soldier. But there was +no doubt in the minds of the comrades who had been with +him at Shiloh.</p> + +<p>Goldie’s store having closed its doors five years before as +the result of two new competitors and inevitably final bankruptcy +proceedings, he had sadly retired. He was now +over seventy, was considered a trifle queer, and spent most +of his time pottering around at home. He owned his house, +and his grown children sent him what little money he +needed to pay the last penalties of existence.</p> + +<p>After standing listening in front of the court-house for +some thirty minutes Goldie, drawing himself as straight as +he could, proceeded down Walnut Street, turned into Broadway, +and marched up that main street, Honey Boy cavorting +behind him. And there was that in Goldie’s bearing +and in his stride that drew Willie after him, and presently +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> +the little soldier with the wounded memory got out in the +street and walked along by the side of the little soldier with +the wounded mind, keeping step, the dry dust dimming his +newly shined shoes and rising in small, lazy clouds around +his white-duck trousers.</p> + +<p>Goldie’s mind had gone back to other days when Asphodel’s +citizens had made much of June 3, Jefferson Davis’s +birthday and Confederate Memorial Day, and now he was +celebrating it in his town alone, for Asphodel, like many +another Southern town, had neglected the day for many +years.</p> + +<p>To most of those who saw the unmartial figure of Goldie +and Willie and Honey Boy marching slowly along the dusty +street it did not occur that this was the South’s Memorial +Day. Goldie’s wearing of his old uniform was not uncommon +enough to be striking; many a time-beaten soldier, +reduced in circumstances, at last falls back on his most-treasured +suit for every-day wear.</p> + +<p>But if those who saw Goldie had looked carefully they +might have noticed that, however slowly he moved, he +proceeded in a straight line, with regularly spaced steps, +and they might have suspected that Goldie was at the +corner of a company invisible to all except his fading, +sunken, black eyes, marching to music unheard except by +him. Most people, indeed, gave their attention to Honey +Boy, trailing directly behind and mocking the little gray +man who labored with difficulty through the deep white +sand.</p> + +<p>It was eleven o’clock when Goldie and Willie and Honey +Boy passed Pinder’s Marble Yard and its group of waiting +white angels with downcast eyes. Pinder’s is just beyond +the business section of Asphodel, and after that the ground +rises to the north and east. The street leading to Highland +Cemetery begins there, a long, tedious hill. The sun was +unclouded, the wind was still, and Goldie, his coat carefully +buttoned to the throat, was panting hard and reeling +as he made Pinder’s Marble Yard.</p> + +<p>Wilted by the terrific heat and his violent exertions, and +no longer encouraged by laughing spectators, Honey Boy +now merely followed on behind the staggering figure marching +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span> +toward Highland Cemetery, a mile away. And Willie +stalked along by his side, seeing nothing, as if he were in a +dream deeper even than Goldie’s. Now the Memorial Day +Parade was coming to the edge of Asphodel, to the section +of straggling houses. Belle Foscue, a negro washerwoman, +ran to her paling fence and asked the three chance comrades +to come in and rest awhile under the shade of her oak tree.</p> + +<p>Goldie halted, bringing his feet together bravely. He +was moving his lips, but no words that could be heard a +foot away issued from them. Belle came out of the gate +to the soldier who could not leave his company. She bent +her head close to his lips, listened, and then ran to bring +him water.</p> + +<p>“Thank you,” he said in a whisper. “You’re a good +girl.” He waited patiently until she could bring Honey +Boy another dipper filled from the well. But when she +offered the freshly filled dipper to Willie he seemed not +to see, so she turned it upside down, rolled her eyes at +him, and went back into her yard.</p> + +<p>After a while Goldie braced himself and marched on up +the red hill. At this point the red clay beneath the +cemetery road shows through the white sand, and rains +keep washed out deep and ever-deepening gullies on both +sides of it. About half-way up the hill Goldie, stubbornly +holding his position at the corner of the invisible company +in spite of the fact that the road had narrowed considerably, +found himself on the edge of a gully; and presently +he lost his balance, and staggered over into it, and rolled +down to the bottom of it. Honey Boy crowed and chortled +and gurgled, and began frantically beating his unseen +donkey with the switch. Willie stood still, staring ahead, +waiting.</p> + +<p>The fallen soldier, having made two or three desperate +attempts to rise, sank back into a crumpled sitting posture, +his head bent in shame. After a while Honey Boy got +down on his hands and knees in the bed of the gully. “Ride +Honey Boy,” he stuttered. “Ride up-hill. Honey Boy +strong.”</p> + +<p>And Goldie, trying to sit astride the big boy’s broad +back, fell forward and clasped his arms around his steed’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span> +red, sweaty neck. Honey Boy crawled out of the gully and +slowly climbed the hill with his burden, occasionally bucking +like a horse and throwing the little man off on the road. +But then he would stand patiently until the fallen soldier +could crawl up on his back again.</p> + +<p>At the top of the hill Goldie got to his feet once more, +and as the roadbed was now level as well as firm he walked +awhile and then rode awhile on Honey Boy, and so, riding +and walking, he finally marched, with Willie at his side, +through the arched gateway of Highland Cemetery as the +whistles were blowing for twelve o’clock. Old man Miller, +the sexton in charge there, and his two helpers were in a +far corner of the graveyard, so that none saw Asphodel’s +Memorial Day parade enter to honor the men Lee had +loved and led.</p> + +<p>The parade proceeded across the graveyard to a clump of +oak trees clustering about and almost hiding the grass-grown +plot that is called in Asphodel “The Confederate +Cemetery.” The town had been headquarters for a rather +large body of Confederate troops during the Civil War, +and there are in the palinged enclosure nearly two hundred +graves of the men in gray who had come to their end +far from their homes.</p> + +<p>Opening the rotting gate of the paling fence, Goldie +stepped inside, Honey Boy and Willie close behind him. +Here again Goldie stood in rapt attention, his brown face +shining, his head bared, and his eyes lifted, listening to the +famous orators his imagination had brought there for this +day from out of the endearing past. Honey Boy sprawled +on a rickety old iron bench. Willie stood stiffly by Goldie’s +side, looking straight ahead.</p> + +<p>Honey Boy moved. “S-sh!” hissed Goldie in a whisper. +“Senator Collamore is speaking. Oh, he is good! I have +heard him speak twenty times before. He says this custom +of setting aside a day especially to do honor to the soldier +dead originated, in this country, in the South, though +now every little town as well as every big city in the North +celebrates its Memorial Day; and he says that as long as +memory lives we of the South shall continue to pay this +sincere tribute to our men encamped beneath the green +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span> +grass awaiting the bugles of a better day.” Goldie nodded +his head vigorously, softly patting his thin, little hands +together in respectful applause—softly so that he should +not disturb the speaker. “Yes, that’s good and true,” he +whispered, “very true indeed.”</p> + +<p>“Did you hear that?” he whispered again enthusiastically +after a while, turning first toward Willie and then to Honey +Boy. “That is Governor Marcus speaking now. ‘The +South is loyal,’ he says, ‘and it never forgets.’ Ah, yes, that +is so true, too.”</p> + +<p>And so Goldie, as if some part of him sensed the fact +that his two comrades were not getting all that he was +getting, from time to time picked out and tossed to the +tired and hungry boy and to his brother-in-arms whose +mind was thousands of miles away some of the crumbs +from the feast of oratory that only he could enjoy—gilded +words and fancy phrases that the little soldier had hoarded +lovingly in his memory for years.</p> + +<p>Well, after a while the speeches were all made, but Goldie +stayed on. In other times it had been a custom in Asphodel +to guard the Confederate Cemetery the night of Memorial +Day, and Goldie was certain that he had been ordered to +do guard duty that night.</p> + +<p>Weak and hungry though he was, Goldie had been heartened +by what he had heard, and as he sat on the rusty-red +old iron bench enthusiastically talking at Honey Boy and +Willie his voice was almost loud.</p> + +<p>“Look yonder!” he cried. “Every grave is a bank of +flowers. And did you notice how many people were here? +Every store and office in town must have closed up. It’s +a grand day. I’m a proud man this Memorial Day, I can +tell you. If President Davis could only see all this—and +Lee! But, there, I must not speak that last name again. +If I do I’m bound to cry, and I’m too old for that. Two +words can always make me cry—‘mother’ and ‘Lee.’”</p> + +<p>The mounds above most of the graves had been leveled +by time, and over all of them was a rank growth of weeds +and grass. Honey Boy stared hard at Goldie, then he +began giggling. Suddenly his small gray eyes filled with +tears; he twisted and wrung his hands, and began whimpering, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span> +“Honey Boy hungry. Honey Boy must go home +right now.”</p> + +<p>“Hungry?” said Goldie, in high scorn. “Why, you poor +little fool, you don’t know what hunger is. A soldier often +goes two or three days on a single meal. But wait; our +ladies will presently bring a banquet for the guard of honor—chicken +and cake, strawberries and cream, and coffee—oh, +I don’t know what all, but it will be splendid. When +the South does a thing it does it splendidly.”</p> + +<p>But the hot, damp, still afternoon wore away and no feast +appeared. The notion that he was to do guard duty that +night finally drove Goldie to consider the wisdom of fortifying +himself in advance with sleep.</p> + +<p>“You know,” he explained to the unheeding ears of Willie +and Honey Boy, “it is a serious offense to go to sleep on +picket duty. In war-time it means courtmartial. There +is no punishment here and now except a man’s conscience, +but a conscience can be terrible sometimes. And do you +boys know, ever since the war whenever I’ve been assigned +to any duty at reunions or on Memorial Days I’ve had a +feeling that if I didn’t do it right <em>he</em> would know—General +Lee.”</p> + +<p>Creeping off to a secluded, shady spot some distance from +the Confederate Cemetery, Goldie took off his coat, rolled +it into a sort of pillow, and lay down in the deep grass, now +wilted by the shimmering, moist heat. “This is how a +soldier often has to sleep,” he said proudly, looking from +one to the other of his comrades.</p> + +<p>Honey Boy, now completely subdued by hunger and +thirst and fatigue, but held by fear and perhaps also by +some boyish emotion of loyalty from deserting the little +brown man in gray, sat staring at him a few moments, and +then he too sank back on the grass and closed his eyes. +Willie, his immaculate white suit of the morning wrinkled +and soiled, dropped his straw hat to the ground at his feet +and sat leaning against a stump, studying Goldie’s face +intently. Except for picketing the graves that night, Asphodel’s +Memorial Day exercises in honor of its soldier dead +were over.</p> + +<p>In the great sweet-gum tree above the three odd companions +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span> +a pair of bluejays brought frequent instalments of +food to their young and feasted them with much excitement +and noisy importance. Out in the well-kept sections +of the graveyard six or seven women appeared at various +times during the afternoon, pulled a weed or a blade of +grass from a grave, put down fresh flowers, pottered lovingly +about it for a while, and then went home. But no +one came to the Confederate Cemetery, and Goldie was as +still as his comrades who slept beneath the tangles of grass +and that weed called bitter. Honey Boy, waking up from +time to time, looked around hopelessly, then weepingly lay +back down. Willie continued staring at Goldie’s face, as +calm as death and as sweet as life.</p> + +<p>Late in the afternoon slim, dazzlingly white whips of +lightning slashed about in the gray clouds that had been +assembling above, thunder tumbled and mumbled and +boomed, a quick shower of rain came sliding down the +wind. It slipped under the waving branches of the tree +above the sleepers and drenched them to the skin before +they were fully awake. Willie now sat with his head leaning +back against the stump, staring at the sky. He paid no +attention to the rain or to his comrades.</p> + +<p>Honey Boy began crying, his teeth chattering with cold, +and he raised up and wrung his hands. “Oh, what is a +little shower?” asked Goldie roughly, getting to his feet. +“I have marched and slept a week in wet clothes.” Moving +closer to the trunk of the sweet-gum tree, where it was +almost dry, he laid his body down again and drifted away +to sleep as sweetly as a child. Honey Boy beat his hands +together and sobbed bitterly, but finally he crept close to +Goldie, rolled himself into a ball, and was once more quiet.</p> + +<p>And while two of them slept and one of them prowled +desperately in the darkness of his mind for a lost thread +a search-party that had been started by Mrs. Goldbaum +came to the Confederate Cemetery, looked in, called loudly +Goldie’s name, and went away.</p> + +<p>When night, and it was a heavy, clouded night, came on, +Goldie rose, put on his hat and coat, selected a fallen dead +limb of a pine tree to serve as a gun, and proceeded to his +post. Honey Boy stumbled along close behind him, now +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span> +and then breaking out in a huge bellow of desperation. +“Shut up!” hissed Goldie. “Have you no respect for the +dead?”</p> + +<p>But the frail, little, old soldier himself, reeling with +weakness, often caught hold of the fence to steady his +trembling legs. He was so tired that at the corners he +sometimes stopped and rested his head against the flat-topped +posts. But he had not been relieved of duty, so he +kept on marching around the enclosure, often stumbling +and falling in the dark, but always getting up and forcing +himself along. Honey Boy flung himself into the deep +grass near the paling fence and lay there moaning. Willie +stood, a dozen yards away, against a tree intently studying +Goldie.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile searching parties were excitedly combing Asphodel +and its environs for the missing men and Honey +Boy; and some time after midnight a party made a second +trip to the Confederate Cemetery. As the searchers +approached, their lanterns and blazing pine-knots burning +ragged yellow holes in the night, Goldie tried to shout and +almost did shout, “Halt!”</p> + +<p>“Is that you, Goldie?” some one called.</p> + +<p>“This is Private Levi Goldbaum.”</p> + +<p>“What are you doing out here, man? Your wife is crazy; +she thinks you’re dead. Where have you been all day? +You’re wet to the skin now, I’ll bet. You look like it, anyhow. +What in the world are you doing here?”</p> + +<p>“I took part in our Memorial Day exercises, of course. +Now I am on picket duty, guarding the graves of my comrades. +I should have been relieved at midnight, but I +reckon something went wrong. Anyway, I couldn’t go +until I was relieved, could I? Answer me that, Mr. Smarty. +Don’t come any nearer. You can’t get through unless +you’ve got the password. It’s a point of honor. I don’t +care a rap who you are. Halt, there, you!”</p> + +<p>Goldie stood up straight now, his bayonet pointing at the +imprudent person who had come too near. The lights +flickered over his frail figure, touching with yellow, beneath +his slouch hat, the lower half of his cleanly shaven +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span> +face, revealing the pale, thin, old lips drawn tightly across +his false teeth.</p> + +<p>The invaders gathered to talk among themselves, and as +they whispered Goldie’s gun drooped slightly in his hands, +dropped lower, and then the little old man moaned and +crumpled stiffly to his knees.</p> + +<p>He tried to rise and did, and fell again. He whispered, +“Halt! You can’t pass here. It’s a point of honor, you +see. If General Lee found out he would be—would be +sorry for me.”</p> + +<p>But the guard of honor had been relieved.</p> + +<p>In his tracks stood another little soldier, this one clothed +in white and shining with strength and fire and authority.</p> + +<p>“Take him home, boys, but don’t step across the line he +set. Don’t, don’t, I tell you! This is no joke. Lift him +up gently now. He dropped just like my buddy over there—the +picture, with the lights and everything, was just +exactly the same. He has reminded me in a thousand ways +all day of my buddy. But he’s only cold and hungry; my +buddy was warm and dead. Take him home now, and +when he comes to tell him not to worry; another soldier +who remembers is covering his post. And General Lee will +never know.”</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_4_4" href="#FNanchor_4_4" class="label">[4]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Pictorial Review Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Barry Benefield.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE BEGGAR OF ALCAZAR</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_BEGGAR_OF_ALCAZAR5"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE BEGGAR OF ALCAZAR</b></span><a id="FNanchor_5_5" href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By KONRAD BERCOVICI + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Every</span> Spaniard will tell you that Spain has the most +beautiful women in the world. Every man from Andalusia, +richly colored, sun-tinted, green-mountained Andalusia, +will tell you that Andalusian women are the most +beautiful of Spain; for have they not the smoothness and +the hue of olive fruit and hair like black silk? And the +men of Seville, the capital of Andalusia, old Seville with its +crooked streets upon which abut blind walls, whitewashed +and high-windowed—Seville, towered and domed by a thousand +old churches and cathedrals and palaces built of huge +stone mellowed and softened by biting time, Seville with +its leisurely coursing river, the Guadalquivir, the great +river, named so by the Moors in olden times, but which +can be waded across at some times of the year; every +Sevillan, prouder of the women of his town than of all the +other marvels it contains, will tell you that the women of +Seville are the most beautiful of the Province of Andalusia.</p> + +<p>And Maria del Alcazar was the most beautiful woman of +Seville.</p> + +<p>She was the daughter of Don Hermanos, the head keeper +of the Alcazar, the old palace of the Moors, planned and +executed at the time when the Saracens had glided above +the peak of virility and had become softened and fattened +from tribute paid by vanquished nations, and effeminate +from a long period of peace and the affluence come from +plunder.</p> + +<p>Maria’s father, Don Hermanos, had obtained the post +of keeper in lieu of compensation for injuries he had sustained +while fighting the wild tribes of the Spanish possessions +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span> +in Africa. She was only ten years old when the +family moved into one of the little whitewashed huts within +the inclosure of the palace destined for the keeper. Black-eyed, +with lustrous black hair, fine and silky like ebony +filaments falling over her ivory-white neck, full-lipped, with +a delicate chin, she was the pride of the family. Her +mother, who came from Granada, instilled into her daughter +that love for beautiful things and soft colors which had +come to her with the blood of Moors that flowed in her +veins. And with that she had also given to Maria that +sinuous, graceful gait which holds both of the tiger and the +angel—an imperceptible glide with slightly bent knees, +while the arms sway softly like movements of invisible +wings.</p> + +<p>The Hermanos family had come to live at the Alcazar +from one of the houses in the Triana, the crowded, squalid +section across the river, where the poor of Seville live. The +hut in which they had lived there was one in an immense +yard in which fifty more little houses, leaning one on +another, formed an open square; a <i lang="es">Casa Vesinante</i> of the +neighborhood. There was not much difference between the +hut they were occupying in the Alcazar and it, and the +mother and the father were frequently complaining about +the uncomfortable and dilapidated condition of their new +home. But not so Maria. She was not complaining, for +she had the Alcazar all to herself. Daily, before the +arrival of visitors from all over the world who came to see +the old Moorish palace, and in the evenings after they had +left, the big palace, with its jewel-studded, mosaic-wrought +wings, with its stalactite ceilings, like frozen skies of crystal +tears, and the ceramic walls, with the lemon alleys in the +gardens and the intoxicating flowers and shrubs, with roses +bigger than the full moon and redder than the reddest +blood, with cypresses in pools of water and rose-veined +marble colonnades and alleys, the whole palace belonged to +her. It was hers to roam wherever she pleased, sit wherever +she wanted, and dream her dreams. The very greatest +treasure of the world was hers. For nowhere, nowhere +she knew, was any other palace the like of that to be found +in the universe. Roaming daily, she discovered for herself +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> +new treasures which were unknown to others. The beautiful +marble columns that stuck out underneath the overlaid +brick near the bathing-pool of the sultana, the paintings on +the walls, which had stupidly been smeared over by careless +repairers after the Moors had been driven out of Spain, the +carved oak beams inlaid with mother-of-pearl mosaic in +what was formerly the dressing room of the harem, and +which had lain covered with cement. And panels of wood +sawed so finely they were transparent when the light shone +through them, and others cut so finely they were like spiderwebs, +and which had lain there perhaps for centuries unobserved +by any one, were hers to look at, hers alone, undefiled +by other eyes, hers to bathe in their lacy softness of color +and line.</p> + +<p>True, she had to come into the hut late in the night and +lie down on the bed within the squalid hut. But long +before sunrise she would take her blanket and run out into +the palace to sleep on the marble couch of the sultana, +which faced the fountain of the Room of the Ambassadors; +where once the sultan of the Saracens received the representatives +of other nations, dressed in glittering silken garments, +while black, nude, oiled slaves piled soft cushions +under the guests and offered them refreshments in golden +trays and from long silver vases.</p> + +<p>The family had not been there long before all the keepers +and the people in the neighborhood loved Maria. Shortly +after their instalment, their daughter became known as +“Maria del Alcazar.” Not because people felt that she +belonged to the Alcazar, but that the Alcazar belonged to +her. She could tell such beautiful stories of the things she +saw. She kept them all entranced when she spoke of the +palace and its beauties. No one referred to her as the +daughter of Hermanos the keeper. She was Maria del +Alcazar to the neighbors, Maria del Alcazar to the priest, as +well as to the working-men continually busy restoring and +fixing what should better be left as it was.</p> + +<p>And after a few years the reputation of Maria’s beauty +spread far and wide, as spreads a river after it has gone +out from its bed. And many were the young men who, +dressed in their best velvet, pale blue and dark brown, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span> +costumes, with wide-brimmed <i lang="es">flamenco</i> hats in their hands, +now came to visit the Alcazar after their afternoon siesta, +paying their good <i lang="es">pesetas</i> for the hope of catching a glimpse +of Maria. They loitered and looked interested in the walls +and gardens and trees and pools and fountains, but their +long-lashed eyes were continually watching for an apparition. +And many of them carried their guitars under their +coats to begin their courting then and there should occasion +present itself. The whole young malehood of Triana, +remembering her as a child, would come to bid <i lang="es">buenos dias</i> +to her father, with the hope of catching a glimpse of his +daughter.</p> + +<p>But during the day Maria was busy helping her mother. +She had no interest in the Alcazar during that time. It +belonged to strangers who came from all the corners of the +world, to tread with unsympathetic feet the ground she +considered holy and defile with their eyes and harsh voices, +whispering, and pointing to one another the walls and the +gardens she loved so much. It was only after they had +gone that the Alcazar belonged to Maria, and after they +had gone, all had to go. And so, reluctantly, the young +men of Triana turned their backs and slowly shuffled out of +the palace after the keeper had called out the evening +hour. They would then remain outside the gate, waiting +yet, pining for a glimpse before sighing deeply and departing +slowly to their homes. And the young women of Triana +bitterly clamored that because of Maria they were themselves +unsung and unwooed by the young men of the +neighborhood.</p> + +<p>All this was happening unknown to Maria, for she lived +not in this world. And after the late autumn had shaken +the leaves of the crooked, brown-trunked olive trees in the +garden and made the ceramic walls colder than they had +ever been, she was the undisputed owner, the only one to +enjoy the marvels of the Alcazar all to herself. While the +winter rains were beating down upon the town of Seville, +thus keeping away the visitors, Maria was happy. She grew +and developed very fast, looking more and more like one +of the Moorish sultanas who had for centuries queened +over the palace. She imagined herself to be one of them, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> +never thinking of sultans; as if the place had never been +peopled by any others but women. For there seemed to be +no trace of any male residence there. The delicate tracery +of the rooms and the alcoves, every nook and corner, seemed +to her to have been erected by delicate and whimsical +hands of angels who had first dreamed about all this on +some huge canvas which they had embroidered upon.</p> + +<p>And yet work was going on continually, repairing here +and there, and reconstructing. It seemed to her outrageous +that the hands of men should have any right to touch such +divinely delicate dreams in wood and stone. More than +once she spoke angrily to the architect who was directing +the work, telling him again and again the old Moorish +legend current to this day all through Andalusia, that the +Alcazar was never built, but appeared one day, called +thither by the magic wand of some great magician in the +employ of the sultan.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>One afternoon early in the spring, when the buds in the +lemon trees had begun to burst and had spread their little +sweet-sour blossoms all over the place, Jose, the bullfighter, +a lad who had already won his first spurs in the +bull-ring of Seville—Jose who had been one of her neighbors +while they were living in Triana, stopped on his way +to the ring to see Don Hermanos. He had been attracted +by tales of the beauty of Maria del Alcazar, and had for a +long time tried to see her without succeeding. But dressed in +the costume of the matador, with a gold-laced black cap on +his head, and a colored, spangled coat over the narrow, red-velvet +breeches, tightened at the knees over the white stockings +with green tassels, Don Jose felt he could dare make +the attempt to see her. He braved bulls; why should he +step back from meeting a woman?</p> + +<p>While the hundred and one urchins cried, “There goes +Don Jose!” he crossed into the vaulted entrance of the +Alcazar and was received at the gate by Don Hermanos, +who had been attracted by the outside noise.</p> + +<p>“What great honor!” bowed Maria’s father, shaking the +decoration dangling on his breast. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span></p> + +<p>“The honor indeed is mine,” answered Don Jose, bowing +profoundly. “For, if you recall, we have been neighbors in +Triana. And my mother has repeatedly spoken of Doña +Hermanos, your wife, and of Señorita Maria.”</p> + +<p>“May I lead you through the Alcazar, if you want to see +it?” Don Hermanos asked, while the other keepers had +gathered about him and were looking at the handsome +young matador with great admiration.</p> + +<p>“I shall follow you with pleasure,” Jose answered.</p> + +<p>And throwing a handful of copper and silver to the +urchins following him, he walked rhythmically behind Don +Hermanos, while the other keepers were complimenting +upon his recent exploits.</p> + +<p>Jose was just a little over twenty, with the brown young +eyes matured from facing danger and death, although only +a thin down covered his long upper lip. He was not very +tall, but so well proportioned that he looked taller than he +really was. He was even then only a short hour from one +of the battles in the great bull-ring.</p> + +<p>“It is curious,” he said wistfully to Don Hermanos, +catching up with him and putting an arm familiarly on his +shoulder, much to the envy of the other keepers who followed +behind, “but I have never been in the Alcazar, and +had thought of coming only after an Englishman with whom +I had become acquainted had spoken to me so enthusiastically +about its beauties. To live near such beauty and +never see it!”</p> + +<p>Don Hermanos was now showing him the oak-beamed +and mosaic ceiling of the reception hall.</p> + +<p>“Beautiful!” exclaimed the bull-fighter, with ecstasy.</p> + +<p>From the other end of the hall Maria was coming from +the garden. She had been dreaming by herself when she +heard the approaching noise of the heavily shod feet of +the keepers coming in her direction, and wondered what +it could be, since it was not yet the season for tourists. +Shy, like a curious young doe, she glided noiselessly into +the presence of the group. She was wrapped in an old +green shawl, and her bare feet were in white, soft-soled +slippers. Her hair, which she had just washed in the +sultana’s fountain, was hanging loosely over her ivory-white +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span> +neck and shoulders. She made as if to retrace her +steps when she saw Don Jose, but Jose was much too quick, +the very instant of her appearance he had called out:</p> + +<p>“There goes Señorita Maria. How beautiful she has +grown! There goes Señorita Maria! How wonderful she +has grown! Of course she does not remember me any +more,” he added petulantly and uncovered his head, bowing +elegantly.</p> + +<p>“Come over, Maria,” her father called. “It is Jose. You +certainly do remember him, although you have never seen +him in this garb.”</p> + +<p>Maria slowly approached the group and curtsied ceremoniously +before the young man.</p> + +<p>“What beauty!” exclaimed the bull-fighter, brutally and +frankly looking the girl in the face, as only a Spaniard +would.</p> + +<p>It made Maria tremble from head to foot to be looked at +in that way. But she answered promptly:</p> + +<p>“Of course I do remember Doña Gloria’s son. And I +recollect having been told that he was occasionally fighting +bulls in the small <i lang="es">pueblos</i>.”</p> + +<p>“He is fighting in the rings of Seville and Madrid now,” +Don Hermanos corrected her. “See his matador costume.”</p> + +<p>Maria looked at the young man, and then with a loud +laugh she suddenly rushed past him and disappeared, +faun-like, before he had had time to turn, for he was +looking at Don Hermanos while he was spoken of.</p> + +<p>Don Hermanos showed the bull-fighter the other great +halls of the Alcazar, but Jose was not half as interested +as before. He was continually looking elsewhere through +the open portals and gates, through the openings of the narrow +alleys and subterranean halls.</p> + +<p>“This used to be the great dancing hall of the sultan. +This is the dais upon which the <i lang="es">bayaderes</i> danced. And, +further, on the other side, upon this black-veined marble +block, many a beautiful slave has lost her head if she had +been unfaithful to the sultan, or if such was his pleasure.”</p> + +<p>But the bull-fighter was not much interested. He suddenly +pulled out his heavy gold watch from his pocket, and +announced that he had to be on his way to the ring, but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> +that he would return frequently and see at his leisure the +wonders and the beauties of the Alcazar, adding, “Of which +your daughter Maria is the most beautiful.”</p> + +<p>Don Hermanos bowed profoundly. True, he had known +Jose when he was the ragged scamp of the Triana, but a +bull-fighter is a high personage, and what such a man said +about his daughter was not to be disdained.</p> + +<p>On the way out, Don Jose asked whether he could not +get a drink of water, of which he was in need. Don Hermanos +knew that it was a pretext to stop at the house for +a few moments. Don Hermanos’s wife received the young +bull-fighter, bowing profoundly, patting him, admiring him, +wishing him good luck, asking him how his mother was +and how his sisters were. But the beautiful Maria was +not around.</p> + +<p>Jose listened carefully, while the old woman spoke to him +and while the men stood about him in admiration, to hear +some one breathing behind the curtain that separated the +room in two. He listened for a sound behind the door at +the top of the stairs that led to the upper rooms from the +middle of the lower one. And then his eyes saddened, and +he was ready to go, when the Doña Hermanos told him:</p> + +<p>“But the water you have asked for, Don Jose? The glass +of water is on the table. Have you forgotten you were +thirsty?”</p> + +<p>He laughed loudly as he stood up and drank the glass.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I have forgotten,” he said.</p> + +<p>And then the keepers looked at one another and smiled +as they preceded Jose outside, each one patting him familiarly +on the shoulder.</p> + +<p>“Are they good bulls, the ones you are fighting today, +big and fierce?”</p> + +<p>“Wonderful animals,” Don Jose answered, “Miuras.”</p> + +<p>“Miuras!” they all repeated aloud, with eyes wide open, +saying to one another: “Do you hear? Miuras today in the +bull-ring of Seville!”</p> + +<p>And in the glances they exchanged with one another was +all the lore of the bull-ring; for the bulls bred by Count +Miura were reputed to be the fiercest of all, having killed +many a great matador who had appeared with them in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> +ring. And it seemed to Don Jose that at that moment he +heard from behind the latticed window overhead a deep +gasp. His chest broadened, and his heart rose higher as he +walked out of the gate, marching with the same rhythm +he used coming out from the big door that led into the +arena, while music played the matador tune.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>An hour later Maria was sitting on the marble bench +in the garden of the sultana, and had a vision of an immense +arena divided in half by a strong shadow, with tiers of stone +seats and balconies covered with shawls of a hundred gay +colors, and the queen herself sitting in the king’s balcony. +A black bull was in the middle of the arena, with head +bent low, snorting and bellowing, pawing the sand under +him. Don Jose with a red <i lang="es">capa</i> hiding the red-hilted +spade underneath, was facing the brute.</p> + +<p>A moment later her father and the other keepers were +attracted to her by a terrific shriek. She was hiding her +face in her hands and yelling: “The bull! The bull!” +when they neared her.</p> + +<p>“That child of yours does not seem to be well,” said a +keeper to Don Hermanos after Maria had been led weeping +to her home.</p> + +<p>But Don Hermanos smiled. He knew what the trouble +was. A great matador as a son-in-law was a pleasant prospect +for his daughter.</p> + +<p>Maria drank a glass of water which was given her by her +mother, and seemed to have regained her composure immediately. +She went to the mirror to fix her hair, and having +looked at herself carefully, she proceeded to dress to +go out. She asked her mother to accompany her. No +self-respecting Sevillana would ever go out alone. Maria +had till then, considering herself a child, always gone about +alone. Her mother smiled as she answered:</p> + +<p>“Give me time to get ready!”</p> + +<p>It took the mother a full hour to get herself ready. On +going out into the populated street, cool now because the +sun was no longer shedding its straight rays, the two women +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span> +heard the cry of the barefoot boys in rags selling papers. +Don Jose had been wounded severely by the first bull he +had fought.</p> + +<p>“Quick, Mother!” Maria begged, and dragging the old +woman by the hand she began to run in the direction of +her old home in the Triana, where she was certain Don Jose +would be brought to his mother.</p> + +<p>But on arriving there they were told that the Gitanas +had moved out from the “Casa” to a more comfortable +home, now that Jose was earning so much money. And +when the former neighbors heard about the accident that +had happened, they left their cooking-pots, and the children +left their play in the mud, and howling and running +they followed the two women to the home of the matador.</p> + +<p>Jose’s face was white from the loss of blood. He was +lying stretched out on a white bed. A number of friends +and the priest and a doctor crowded the room.</p> + +<p>“Will he die?” Maria screamed, looking up at the physician.</p> + +<p>The man shook his head and put a finger to his mouth.</p> + +<p>“No noise, please.”</p> + +<p>And then Jose opened his eyes and saw Maria; and his +faint lips murmured her name.</p> + +<p>Jose did get better; he had not been wounded in any +vital part of his body. He was only weak because of the +blood he had lost before they had succeeded in driving away +the bull that had gored him. Daily, Maria and her mother +would come to sit at his bedside and care for him. When +the wounds in his upper thighs had healed, it was upon +Maria’s shoulder that he first left the bed to sun himself on +the balcony. And with that marvelous recuperating power +of youth he was able before the summer to appear again +in the ring.</p> + +<p>Maria sat in a box with her mother watching the first +appearance. And the cheering of the crowd as he bowed +before the balcony of the queen was deafening. Maria, +paler than usual, was not interested in the bull-fight as +such. To her it was merely the man she loved who was now +facing a formidable brute. It was her man that was in +danger—in danger of that black bull, snorting and running +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span> +wildly about the arena. She could not appreciate the cheers +that came, round after round, as Don Jose with graceful +fleetness avoided the charging animal by fooling him with +the red <i lang="es">capa</i> that he held in his hand. She could not +understand why he did not use the spade and kill the brute. +To her mind every bull was the same that had wounded the +man she loved.</p> + +<p>The crowd cheered and yelled in appreciation of their +idol’s dangerous play. Suddenly there was a great silence. +The <i lang="es">banderilleros</i> had done their work and distanced themselves +from the animal. The matador alone faced him now. +He played and enraged the bull for a few minutes, then he +poised himself with his spade for the final thrust. But +when the bull made a movement, courage failed him, and +he stepped aside. And the same crowd that had been cheering +so wildly now began to hoot him. The other matadors +sprang to his help and began to throw their red <i lang="es">capas</i> over +the bull. Don Jose shook his head sorrowfully without +looking up, and waving his quadrilla aside, he again posed +himself before the bull, trying to get him to lower his head. +There was silence again. Maria’s heart stood still. And +while the crowd was hooting again the matador, who had +side-stepped for a second time, her own heart was glad, for +he was there yet and alive. Her mother and the mother of +the matador were pale with anger and shame. What had +happened to Jose? The bugle gave a warning to the matador +that he must be quick about his business. His time +was up. And this time the matador did not side-step. His +thrust was sure and deep, and the crowd cheered wildly, +although when the ring had been cleared, the <i lang="es">afficianadoes</i> +were looking at one another and shaking their heads, as if +saying, “The best days of the Gitana are over.” Never +before in his short, but glorious, career had he been known +to side-step a charging bull.</p> + +<p>He did not do much better with the second animal. And +it was only because they remembered how severely he had +been wounded before that the crowd did not do the usual +things on such occasions, throwing the hard cushions underneath +them into the arena, and even empty bottles and +stones. Even Jose’s mother looked coldly at her son when +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span> +he returned home with her in the waiting carriage, for the +papers were sure to report his lack of courage. Only +Maria was happy. He had come out of the fight alive and +he had killed the bulls.</p> + +<p>The next few weeks took the matador out of the city to +fight in other <i lang="es">pueblos</i>. It was understood that he was +going to marry Maria as soon as he returned from the season’s +activities. Left alone, Maria, now the acknowledged +fiancée of Don Jose, again took possession of the Alcazar. +But everything within it was now filled with Joses. Joses +in silken garb. Joses in the center of bull-rings. Joses +wounded, Joses side-stepping, and crowds upon tiers and +tiers in a large circle. She tried to conjure again the old +visions of sultanas and <i lang="es">bayaderes</i> dancing in the great halls +and in the gardens. And when they did appear, Don Jose +was somewhere about them. And she would harshly order +her vision figures to disappear, for they all looked at him +so longingly. And they were all so much more beautiful +than she was.</p> + +<p>She would wait trembling with fear the afternoons she +knew he had appeared in the distant bull-rings for a telegram +that he sent her at the end of every <i lang="es">corrida</i>. He gave +no details, only telling her that all was well and that he +loved her. But in reality things were not as well with him +as they had been before. There was great doubt whether +he would ever be engaged again to fight in the bull-ring +after that season. There was great dissatisfaction with his +work. He still gave them great thrills in playing with the +bull, but courage generally failed him when he faced the +animal with spade in hand. He could not forget that he +had been wounded. And he played longer with the animals +than he should have done to avoid as long as possible the +last moment. And again and again the warning bugle had +sounded, the papers reported. Don Hermanos was far from +being satisfied with his future son-in-law. Yet all Maria +cared was that Jose was alive and untouched by the brutal +beasts.</p> + +<p>She rejoiced to the fullest of her soul when he returned. +Only Don Hermanos was not satisfied to see him walk about +in street clothes instead of the matador uniform, like the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> +others of his profession. Every day after sundown Jose +would come to the Alcazar, and Maria would show him the +great halls and the gardens and tell him the legends of the +place. She had found again the Alcazar now that he was +near her. Speaking to him, all the old charm of the palace +had returned. She was not even jealous of the sultanas +she now conjured from the ceramic walls and from behind +the balconies overhead.</p> + +<p>As the day of her wedding approached, Don Jose spoke +to her.</p> + +<p>“How will you ever be able to live within the poor walls +of your home after having lived here amid such great +beauties?”</p> + +<p>Maria laughed and laughed. Don Jose intended to leave +Seville and go elsewhere. He had saved quite a goodly +amount of money. He had premonitions about his being +killed in the ring if he should continue to fight next season. +An old sorceress had told him so also. He had different +plans. He thought sheep-raising upon the Saragoza +Hills pleased him best. He owned there quite a good +stretch of land. And there was an old adobe house on top +of the hill. He thought it was better to live in seclusion +for the next year or so than being hooted and reviled in the +bull-ring. Maria was willing to follow him anywhere.</p> + +<p>And he told her: “When my feelings change, I will +return to the ring.”</p> + +<p>“Which I hope you will never do!” Maria exclaimed.</p> + +<p>She had no desire to see her husband glorified by the +multitude after he had been gored to death in the ring.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Four">IV</abbr></h4> + +<p>It was a great affair, the wedding of Don Jose with +Maria del Alcazar. All the retired and active matadors of +Seville came to the wedding in their bespangled clothes, for +they understood what the populace refused to understand. +They knew what premonitions were and how they acted on +a matador in the ring. It was easy to cheer and easier to +hoot, but bulls carried death on the tips of their horns.</p> + +<p>A week later the two newly married were in the Saragoza +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span> +adobe. It was not much better than the home in which +their people had lived in the Triana. Still, Maria thought +it was very beautiful. The bare mud walls she decorated +with her eyes, which reflected all the beauties they had +absorbed. And through them she projected her dreams, +the delicate traceries and colorings, and the mosaic and the +stalactite of the ceilings. And she was happy. For there +were no working-men tearing down and repairing and touching +with brutal hands what was about her. And from the +top of the hill the olive groves and vineyards and the tall +cypress trees that stretched below her were even more beautiful +than the gardens in which she had roamed. And the +serpentining, snaking river below, shimmering with the blue +of the sky in the sunlight, was like the limpid water pools +and bathing places of the Alcazar. Indeed, it was more +the Alcazar than anything else. And it was hers. No +working-men, no visitors, disturbed her.</p> + +<p>Jose was busy building sheds for the sheep. And evenings +his powerful arms were delicately wrapped about +her. He appreciated her love and was flattered that she +could be so happy in such poor surroundings. And he wondered +what there was in him that she, the most beautiful +woman in the world, should be able to stay with him in so +desolate a place, away from all the things she had been +accustomed to. In his eyes she was not a poor girl, the +daughter of a keeper, that he had married. She was Maria +del Alcazar, the one raised in surroundings so beautiful +there was none the like of them in the world. Evenings, +when the work was done, the two lovers would face each +other, sitting outside their hut.</p> + +<p>And one evening Don Jose said:</p> + +<p>“There never happened a better thing to me than to have +been gored by a bull.”</p> + +<p>To which Maria quietly answered, seizing the hands of +the man near her:</p> + +<p>“And yet I hate bulls.”</p> + +<p>But the courage did not return to Don Jose. Month +succeeded month. And after the long winter was over, the +first winter they had passed together, he was approached to +appear again in the ring. Refusing, he wondered whether +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span> +the courage would ever return to him again. He hung his +head when the man tried to convince him by saying:</p> + +<p>“You, who have received the applause of thousands and +thousands while so young, should now live in the company +of sheep and mules on the top of a hill! You who have +received thousands of <i lang="es">pesetas</i> for one hour of work, and +been glorified by the whole of Spain, should now work so +hard with the hope of getting a pittance at the end of the +year! And your wife, Don Jose. Don’t forget your wife.”</p> + +<p>But Don Jose shook his head and answered:</p> + +<p>“Not this year.”</p> + +<p>And when the men who had come to engage him left his +house, they said to each other: “Many a good matador has +become better and more courageous to win the woman he +loved, only to become a coward for fear of losing her.”</p> + +<p>Maria was happy that he refused. She did not understand +why every time these men returned Jose should be so +sullen and dark. Oh, were they not happy there on top of +the mountain? And were they not living in the most beautiful +palace that man had ever built? If it was true the +Alcazar had never been built, but had been conjured up by +the wand of some great magician, an even greater magician +had conjured the greater Alcazar she was living in now. +She had always, she realized now, missed something when +she had been living in the Alcazar of Seville. Now she +knew what she had missed. There were only walls and +ceilings. Even the phantoms she conjured were cold despite +all the warm colors about them. But there on the Saragoza +Hills she had realized and filled out her dream. Draperies, +heavy silks came down, called by the magic of her love, and +covered everything, and uncovered greater beauties on +softer backgrounds.</p> + +<p>But Jose walked about sullenly, muttering to himself:</p> + +<p>“It was a bad day for me when that bull gored me. It +was a bad day for me when that bull gored me.” He missed +the applause, the cheering, the excitement. And yet he +did not have the courage.</p> + +<p>And one day, when he had returned from the village at +the foot of the hill, instead of recalling as he had frequently +done the beautiful days during which Maria had sat at his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span> +bedside, he spoke angrily to her, and she could recognize +the smell of <i lang="es">aguardiente</i>, burning water, on his breath.</p> + +<p>“It was because of you that I was gored by the bull! I +was thinking of you instead of the beast before me! You +are the cause of my misfortune!”</p> + +<p>And suddenly, when she reëntered the hut, the walls +appeared as they really were, dirty mud walls. The ceilings +which she had enlarged and domed with her eyes, and +beamed and wrought with mosaics, appeared to her as they +really were, cracked, low, and ugly. The rickety bed which +stood in the corner, which had been to her like the richest +couch of the most beautiful sultana, was nothing but a +squalid heap of rusty iron, rags, and mattresses. The low-burning +lamp had lost its mystic quality. It was but an ill-smelling +kerosene lamp. All the riches of the adobe were +gone. It had been conjured by the magic wand of a sorcerer, +and been dispelled by a few ugly words. And so she +lay down and wept.</p> + +<p>When she awoke in the morning, the squalor of her surroundings +was even more appalling. The sheep, which had +been so beautiful, were now ugly. And the mountain and +the river and the olive groves and the vineyards were nothing +but ugly, brown, crooked cripples scorching in the hot +sun. It was worse than the Triana mud huts in which she +had lived. And Jose himself, Jose himself, what a different +man he was! An unwashed, unkempt, rag-clothed stranger, +with a hard voice and an evil odor.</p> + +<p>A few months later, another group of men came to induce +Don Jose to appear again in the bull-ring. He assured them +he would do so the following spring.</p> + +<p>“But where is Doña Maria, his wife, of whose beauty we +have heard so much? The woman we have seen could not +have been she, for she looked so much older and anything +but beautiful.” The men looked at one another outside.</p> + +<p>Indeed, where was she?</p> + +<p>For none of them realized that a single year could have +changed a woman so much. She wandered about mute, listless. +Her eyes were lusterless and her gaze vacant.</p> + +<p>And he did get back his courage the following spring. +And he again became the favorite of the people. There +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span> +were pictures of him hanging in every store and every home +from one end of Spain to the other. He was piling up +great wealth and had furnished a beautiful apartment, more +beautiful than he had ever expected to live in, with a profusion +of silks and carpets and silver vases and copper urns. +He thought Maria had been made unhappy by the poverty +of her surroundings, the fool.</p> + +<p>It was all in vain. He could not make it as beautiful as +the Alcazar. It was squalid, poor, ugly, decrepit tinsel compared +with the gold of the palace, and more so when compared +with the gold of her dreams, which he had destroyed +once forever.</p> + +<p>When he had withdrawn from the ring rich and honored, +she returned to her father’s home. And before she was +thirty, when her father died, unable to leave the Alcazar, +she sat outside its gates. Her face withered. The skin of +her hands dried up like parchment. She still sits there, +wrapped in rags, begging from the tourists.</p> + +<p>But after sundown the Alcazar is hers.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_5_5" href="#FNanchor_5_5" class="label">[5]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Century Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Konrad Bercovici.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE LAUGH</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_LAUGH6"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE LAUGH</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_6_6" href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By BELLA COHEN + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Calendar of Modern Letters</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Meyer</span> lay on the bed, the covers drawn up over his +mouth. His thin, long nose projected over the quilt +seemed very long and wax-like; and his eyes were closed. +His feet stuck out beyond the edge of the bed, for Meyer +was a tall man, and illness seemed to have stretched him +out.</p> + +<p>Hannah, his wife, stood near the bed, looking down upon +him sorrowfully, her fingers patching her mouth.</p> + +<p>“A man who has never been sick in his life to fall so sick. +And he only fifty years old—the best years,” she thought.</p> + +<p>She turned from the bed and silently began to clean the +rooms she and Meyer had lived in for the last eight years. +Every now and then she stopped to look at the man in the +bed.</p> + +<p>“It seems so strange for him to be in the house with me +and yet not say a word to me.” Hannah spoke to herself. +“I don’t like that white sheet over the quilt.”</p> + +<p>Hannah carefully placed the broom in the corner near the +stove and pattered over to the wooden trunk where she kept +her red shawl. A close, layer-like smell of moth balls and +unaired clothing lifted itself sluggishly and receded. The +red shawl was near the top. It had white stripes and was +made of sheep’s fleece. Hannah had knitted and dyed +the shawl when she was still young and wore a black plait +down her back.</p> + +<p>She placed the red shawl over the sick man’s feet, but +they persisted in sticking out—their long, misshapen toes +digging into each other with soles as hard as leather. They +stood up stiffly perpendicular.</p> + +<p>Hannah looked at them and a strange terror gripped her. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span> +Her Meyer was sick. Her Meyer was very sick! Desperately, +she thought of the House. Perhaps she had better +call Mrs. Brandt. Some one....</p> + +<p>A knock sounded.</p> + +<p>Hannah hurried to the door and opening it softly, looked +up into the ruddy, round face of her sister Brahne.</p> + +<p>“You!” she cried delightedly. For a moment, the sadness +left her eyes. She was no longer alone—all alone—for +now, if only for a few moments, she had her sister with her. +Some one of her own blood.</p> + +<p>“Yes, here I am!” And Brahne stepped into the room. +Everything in it became dwarfed, for Brahne was large, +large of feet, hands, head, mouth, teeth, and voice. By +lifting her hand she could have flattened its palm on the +ceiling as easily as she carried her twins on each hip.</p> + +<p>The two looked at each other, for they had not seen each +other for a year. Brahne had moved her bakery, her husband +and children into a suburb, and Hannah, who could +not ride in cars because it made her dizzy, did not visit her.</p> + +<p>“Meyer is sick, very sick,” Hannah finally said. Her +hand went up to her mouth again.</p> + +<p>Brahne turned to the bed and looked at the man.</p> + +<p>“He doesn’t seem so bad,” she decided. “What is it, a +cold?”</p> + +<p>“No, it’s something more. The doctor wouldn’t tell me. +I think it’s his heart.”</p> + +<p>“Heart! That’s how much you know about men.”</p> + +<p>Brahne seated herself and discoursed in bellows.</p> + +<p>“Men are children. They don’t know how to bear even +a scratch on the finger. They get a little cold and right +away they want to go to Coloraydo and get consumption. +They want to be petted and fondled like a month-old baby. +The more attention you give them the more they want. +Many times I think to myself, why do they send men to +fight in the wars when they are such weaklings!”</p> + +<p>Hannah listened meekly, her hand on her mouth.</p> + +<p>“Maybe that’s true what you say, Brahne,” she offered +timidly, “but Meyer is now laying like this the third week. +And, you know, he’s never been sick since we’ve been +married.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span></p> + +<p>The tears formed in her eyes and dropped down her +cheeks.</p> + +<p>Brahne’s large, limpid eyes wandered from the sick man’s +face to his feet. The red shawl threw a new light into her +eyes.</p> + +<p>Hannah wiped the tears away as she mumbled:</p> + +<p>“God should spare him for me. If he should die——”</p> + +<p>“Die!” scoffed Brahne, with difficulty shifting her eyes +from the shawl to the man’s face. “People don’t die +so fast.”</p> + +<p>The sick man stirred and the cover moved down from +his mouth. He was smiling.</p> + +<p>Brahne rose from her chair and walked heavily to the +bed. She beckoned her sister.</p> + +<p>“See!” she said. “He’s not sick. He’s smiling. A man +who sees Death doesn’t smile, hah Meyer?”</p> + +<p>The sick man did not open his eyes nor move at all at the +sound of his name. But the smile was still there.</p> + +<p>“I could make him laugh!” Brahne wagered.</p> + +<p>“Laugh!” her sister repeated, sadly. “What wouldn’t +I give to hear him laugh again!”</p> + +<p>Brahne looked at the red shawl, lips drawn in, one eye +half shut.</p> + +<p>“Well,” she said finally, “would you give me the red +shawl if I made him laugh?”</p> + +<p>Again the hand went up to the mouth, and Hannah considered. +Brahne had always wanted that red shawl she +knew.</p> + +<p>She nodded.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” she finally assented. “But you must make him +laugh.”</p> + +<p>Brahne leaned over the bed and tickled the soles of those +stiff feet. A broad smile already stretched across her face.</p> + +<p>“Hah, Meyer,” she called out, “don’t think you can +fool me!”</p> + +<p>Again she trailed her large, square fingers over the calloused +feet. A slight trembling took hold of the man. His +toes began to wriggle stiffly—creakingly.</p> + +<p>“Well, Meyer, how about a little laugh?” Brahne called +cheerfully. Hannah stood over her husband, her hand +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span> +almost hiding her mouth. Now and then she looked at her +sister.</p> + +<p>Brahne bent to her task with determined lips. She no +longer smiled. She wanted that red shawl. This time she +played on the soles as if she were playing the piano. Then +she changed to a quick tattoo. A weak, little gurgle issued +from the parted lips of the man, but his eyes did not open.</p> + +<p>“Well, Meyer,” shouted Brahne. “You can do better +than that!”</p> + +<p>She tickled those stiff feet with the full vigour of her +strong fingers. And, suddenly, the covers flew back and +the red shawl dropped to the floor. A ringing laugh cut +the silence of the room. The sick man laughed again and +again like a hysterical girl, but his eyes never opened.</p> + +<p>Brahne, her hands on her hips, joined in lustily, and +even Hannah smiled tenderly and without sadness.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the laugh broke into two and the man stiffened +from head to toes. The lips drew themselves together +slowly and painfully, and then they were still. The soul of +Meyer had fled on the back of a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Brahne!” Hannah screamed. “Brahne!”</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter?”</p> + +<p>But Hannah had already fallen on her knees beside the +bed, moaning:</p> + +<p>“He is dead! My husband is dead! My husband is +dead!”</p> + +<p>Brahne, big and powerful, looked down upon the dead +man and the weeping woman with a puzzled look in her +stupid eyes.</p> + +<p>“But anyway I made him laugh,” she said. “The red +shawl is mine.”</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_6_6" href="#FNanchor_6_6" class="label">[6]</a> Copyright, 1926, by Bella Cohen.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_HANDS_OF_THE_ENEMY7"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_7_7" href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By CHARLES CALDWELL DOBIE + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>Harper’s Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Within</span> a hundred yards of the hill’s crest Walton +Pringle’s pocket flash winked spasmodically and died. +He paused a moment to catch his breath; the pull up from +the creek bed had winded him and the sting of cold rain +in his face added a further discomfort. If he hadn’t dawdled +at Preston’s Flat, hoping for the rain to cease or +abate, he would have made his objective before nightfall. +But since he had elected to wait so long it would have been +much better to continue there until next morning. As it +was, he felt sure that he had strayed from the trail—a particularly +unhappy thought to a man who could claim only +a speaking acquaintance with the wilderness. And this too +under the pall of a stormy night without the slightest ray +of light to guide him. Well, the best he could do was to +stumble on: it was far better to keep moving in circles than +to resign himself to inactivity and chills.</p> + +<p>He was glad now that he had been persuaded to take a +pistol when he came away from Walden’s Glen. If he +were lost, at least he could provide himself with game, and +in the mountains one could never tell how long one might +wander aimlessly along false paths once the proper trail was +abandoned. At first this pistol business had seemed absurd: +California was no longer a bandit country, and even if it +were he had nothing worth stealing. A jack-knife, a pocket-flash, +two bars of chocolate, and a sheaf of notes on “Itinerant +and Rural Labor and Its Relation to Crime” were +poor pickings for a hold-up man. His notes especially were +valueless to any one save himself, and even their loss would +not have been irreparable. He was still near enough to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span> +his investigations to have the material for his book clearly +fixed in his mind and, once back at his desk in San Francisco, +he would be able to recall every detail of the last two +weeks spent among the economic nomads of the mountains. +But in spite of all these obvious guarantees against violence, +it appeared that there <em>were</em> reasons for being forearmed.... +It was Lem Thatcher, one of the oldtimers, who had +put him straight on this point.</p> + +<p>“Bandits be damned!” Thatcher had exclaimed. “But +how about a stray bobcat? Or a crazy man? Or a lost +trail?... A man who goes into the open with nuthin’ but +a jack-knife and a couple o’ bars o’ chocolate is a fool.... +Give a man a gun and you give him the next thing to a +pardner.”</p> + +<p>Under the depression of the moment he felt that his original +stupidity lay not so much in failing to realize the needs +of such a trip as in essaying the venture at all. Why hadn’t +he been sensible and taken the stage as far as Rock Point +and swung on from there to Marchel Duplin’s cabin? He +had no time to waste, and had there been no other reason +this alternative would have given him several additional +hours with a man who, everybody conceded, knew more +about sheep herding than any other within a hundred miles. +He had talked to a Basque shepherd near Compton’s and to +a Mexican herder just the other side of Willow Creek, +attempting to get sidelights on their profession, but they +had been taciturn and he without the proper moisture for +limbering their tongues. Duplin, everybody conceded, was +exceptionally garrulous for a sheep herder even when he +had not the help of thin wine. It seemed expedient, then, +to go to Duplin if he wished properly to complete the picture +of rural economy whose drawing he contemplated. +But for an untrained mountaineer—a tenderfoot, in fact—it +was nothing save a whimsical extravagance to plunge +along a fifteen-mile trail through forest and shifting granite +when an easier course was open. Being valley bred he +hadn’t expected rain in August, but if he had stopped to +think he might have known that anything was climatically +possible in the mountains.</p> + +<p>Stumbling, crawling, cursing, somehow in spite of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span> +blackness he felt himself making progress uphill. Presently +his feet touched level ground. This in itself was +reassuring. He raised his eyes in a desperate effort to pierce +the gloom, took a few steps forward—and suddenly, miraculously, +found himself in a clearing from which beckoned the +friendly light of a cabin. With a smothered exclamation of +joy he quickened his gait, almost running forward, and the +next instant he had gained the window, instinctively stopping +to peer within.</p> + +<p>The unreality of the scene which met his eye gave Walton +Pringle a feeling that he was either dreaming or gazing +down on a stage set for a play; only sleep or the theater +seemed capable of a picture so filled with melodrama. But +in the theater one was never at once spectator and participant, +and in sleep one did not have the tangible physical +discomfort which he felt. He drew his rain-soaked body +closer against the cabin, raising himself on his toes so that +he might get a better view of the interior. A man stood +hovering over a table lighted by an anæmic candle, and +through his fingers dripped a slow trickle of silver. In a +corner, uncannily outlined by a steady gleam of light, was +a crucifix nailed to the wall and below it lay a couch piled +with disordered bed clothing. On the floor, midway between +table and couch, was sprawled the figure of a man—arms +flung wide, his black-bearded face upturned—a startling +inanimate thing that made Walton Pringle turn away with +a shudder. The man at the table undoubtedly was a thief. +Was he also a murderer?</p> + +<p>For the second time that night Pringle was glad that he +was provided with a pistol, and yet in spite of his preparedness +he had a momentary misgiving, an indecision: to be +secured against an unavoidable contingency was one thing; +to push deliberately into trouble was quite another. Pringle +was no coward, but he knew his limitations; he was not +trained in any superlative skill with firearms. Was it discreet, +then, to thrust oneself across the path of a desperate +man?</p> + +<p>He continued to gaze through the window with morbid +fascination and uncertainty: the picture was too revealing—violence +had been done, that was obvious; plunder was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span> +in process of accomplishment. A sudden disgust at his +weak-kneed prudence stiffened his decision. At that moment +the wind, flinging itself through the pine trees, sent a +shower of twigs upon the cabin roof. The face at the table +was lifted with a tragic sense of insecurity and fear; Pringle +saw that it was the face of a young man, almost a boy. +For a brief moment their eyes met; then without further +ado Pringle crept swiftly to the door, hurling his body +against it in anticipation of barred progress. The force +of the impact carried him well into the room. The youth +was on his feet and an exclamation halted on his thin, +pallid lips. Pringle whipped out his gun.</p> + +<p>Walton Pringle did not utter a word; he merely gazed +questioningly at the youth, who began to whine.</p> + +<p>“I didn’t do nuthin’, honest I didn’t.... I hope to die +if——”</p> + +<p>Pringle cut him short with an imperious gesture. The +lad’s manner as well as his physique was filled with a +shambling, retarded maturity. His face was curiously pale +for one from a rural environment, and his hair that should +have been vivid and red had been sunburnt to a vague +straw color.</p> + +<p>“Hand over your gun!” Pringle demanded.</p> + +<p>The youth straightened himself with a flicker of confidence. +“I ain’t got none!” he threw back.</p> + +<p>Pringle searched him: he had told the truth. “Come +then, give me a hand here!” he commanded, laying his own +weapon on the table.</p> + +<p>Together they lifted the inert body from the floor and +placed it on the couch.</p> + +<p>“He’s dead!” the youth ventured.</p> + +<p>Pringle put his hand to the man’s heart. “So it seems,” +he returned dryly.</p> + +<p>The dead man was swarthy and beetle browed, with wiry +blue-black hair and beard. He was undressed save for a +suit of thick woolen underwear and his feet were encased +in heavy knitted gray socks. An ugly gash clotted his +brow and the ooze of blood trickling thickly from the +wound was staining the bedclothes. A flash of intuition +lighted up Pringle’s mental gropings. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span></p> + +<p>“Is this Marchel Duplin’s cabin?”</p> + +<p>The youth stared, then nodded.</p> + +<p>“And is this Marchel Duplin?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>Almost with the same movement Pringle and the youth +turned away, the lad dropping into a chair before the table.</p> + +<p>Pringle drew a bench from the wall and straddled it. +“What’s your name?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>“Sam—Sam Allen.”</p> + +<p>“Where do you come from?”</p> + +<p>“Down—down by Walden’s Glen.”</p> + +<p>“Ah!... And what are you doing here?”</p> + +<p>“Gettin’ out o’ the wet, mostly.”</p> + +<p>Pringle pointed to the heap of coins on the table. “And +making a little clean-up on the side, eh?... Well, what +have you got to say for yourself?”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen dropped his ineffectual blue eyes. “Nuthin’ +much ... I come here to get outa the rain, like I said +before. He was layin’ on the bed there, mutterin’ to hisself, +and burning up with fever. I went up to him and I +says, ‘Marchel, don’t yer know me?’ With that he grabs +me by the throat. I never <em>did</em> see anybody get such a +stranglehold on a man.... I jest couldn’t pry him loose. +He went down like a chunk o’ lead. And when his head +struck the ground”—Sam Allen shuddered—“It was jest +like a rotten watermelon went squash.... I didn’t dare +look fer a minute, and when I did he was dead!”</p> + +<p>“And then you proceeded to rob him, eh? Without even +waiting to lift his dead body from the floor ... or seeing +what you could do to help him?”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen shook his head. “I know when a man’s dead +... and I don’t like to touch ’em, somehow—that is—not +all by myself. It was different when you come. Besides, +I’ve heerd tell that the law likes things left in a case like +this—that it’s better not to touch nuthin’.”</p> + +<p>Pringle could not forego a sneer; really, the youth was +too ineffectual! “Nothing except money, I suppose!”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen ignored the sarcasm; it is doubtful if it really +made an impression. “It musta got kicked out from under +his pillow in the scuffle.... Anyway, I seen it layin’ there +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span> +on the floor, jest where his head struck, almost. Of course +I was curious.” He turned a childishly eager face toward +Pringle. “Do you know, he had nigh onto fifty dollars in +that there bag.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!”</p> + +<p>But again Pringle’s sarcasm rebounded and fell flat. +Apparently Sam Allen was not quick witted. He mistook +irony for interest. Without further urging the youth began +to tell about himself. His father had a hog ranch just this +side of Walden’s Glen—a drab, filthy spot. This father +kept drunk most of the time on a potent brand of moonshine +which he himself distilled. The whole drudgery of +the place had fallen on the boy. “Cows, I wouldn’t have +minded so much—they ain’t dirty like pigs—leastways what +they eat ain’t!” He breathed hard when he spoke and his +clipped words took on descriptive vehemence. The whole +atmosphere of the Allen ranch rose in a fetid mist before +Walton Pringle: hog wallow, sour swill, obscene grunts and +squealings, the beastly drunkenness of Allen senior. Since +no mention was made of a woman’s presence, Pringle +divined that there was none. Sam Allen had grown sick to +death of it all and had run away: without money, provisions, +or proper clothing—even lacking decent footgear—without +plans. It was a pitiful story and yet it damned him +superlatively; gave point to the situation in which he had +been found. Listening to him Pringle lost the conviction +that he was a premeditated murderer, but there seemed no +reasonable doubt that he was an accidental one. It seemed +he knew well the Duplin cabin; used to steal up there on +rare occasions, when Marchel was out shepherding, to +share the Frenchman’s dribbles of thin wine. He liked +wine. One mouthful and your heart felt freer, more gay. +Why, one could sing then—almost. At least Marchel +Duplin could. Moonshine never gave a man a singing +mood—only a nasty one. At this point Pringle could not +forego a question: Did he know that Duplin had money?... +Allen hesitated and Pringle had an impulse to warn +him against answering; it didn’t seem fair to let the boy +unwittingly incriminate himself. But before Pringle could +caution him the youth blurted out the truth: he had heard +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span> +something of it. Pringle felt his heart contract in a rush of +pity: the whole situation was so obvious—a desperate, +weak, perhaps degenerate boy rushing blindly toward freedom +and disaster. Had Duplin’s wine jug been part of the +youth’s hapless plan? Had he attempted to get the shepherd +drunk before he despoiled him?</p> + +<p>At all events he hadn’t managed skillfully and the Frenchman +had put up a fight. The results spoke for themselves. +Well, it all came back to heredity and environment. He’d +have an interesting lot of notes to make on this case. No +theorizing this time, but something at first hand, alive and +palpitating. Quite suddenly he found his pity receding, +submerged by his scientific desire for truth. The youth +before him was like a moth pinned to the wall, before which +the investigator lost all sentimental interest in his eagerness +to measure the duration of the death agony. Now was +the time to get data, before fear or caution stepped in to +dam up Sam Allen’s naïve garrulity. Pringle was interested +in the youth’s mother. But Sam Allen couldn’t +remember much: Lizzie Evans, that had been her name—a +girl who “worked out.” Yet the very economy of this +picture was illuminating. Lizzie Evans, a girl who “worked +out.” It was perfect! A girl who doubtless had been +ruined, to use the phrase of unemancipated women. She +probably had had just such a pinched, yellow, wistful face +as the son she had borne to feed the hangman’s noose. +Pringle had a fad for reconstructing the faces of mothers +from the bolder outlines of their male offspring. He usually +found the test successful even with the most rugged +material; he had a feeling that in this case his imagination +did not need to overleap any confines whatsoever to achieve +its goal. Lizzie Allen, born Evans, had died: a futile, weak +anæmic slip of a girl, stifled by the nauseous vapors of the +hog pens. Not that Sam Allen put it so, but Pringle could +read a shorthand of life almost as skillfully as a complete +script. He swung the conversation back to Allen senior. +The son embellished the portrait with a wealth of sinister +details, finishing with a malicious little chuckle.</p> + +<p>“An’ he’s deputy sheriff for the district, too, moonshinin’ +an’ all.... Oh, I’ve seen him track fellars down an’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span> +shoot ’em when they had the goods on him. Didn’t matter +whether they was guilty or not.... I’ve seen him beat +’em, too—over the head—with the butt of a pistol—or anything +else that came handy!”</p> + +<p>Pringle turned his eyes to the inanimate figure on the +bed. How completely everything was dovetailing! “<em>I’ve +seen him beat ’em, too, over the head.</em>” Precisely. For all +the youth’s inadequacy he had absorbed some of the inhumanities +from his sire.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>A strange exalted cruelty began to stir in Walton Pringle, +the cruelty of an animal on the scene of some furtive thing +pitifully intent on escape. His mood must have communicated +itself, for suddenly Sam Allen fell into a silence that +no amount of prodding could shatter. Well, there could be +little more that bore upon the particular issue. Pringle +began to think of the most expedient move. He found himself +shivering. Naturally, since he had been wet to the +skin.... A rusty stove huddled itself just below one of +the windows, sending its pipe crazily through a shattered +pane. Pringle suggested a fire; dumbly the youth assented. +Together they began to collect débris from the cabin floor: +crumpled newspapers, empty cartons, a handful of pine +cones. Soon a cheerful blaze crackled and roared. Even +Sam Allen found its warmth agreeable, but its cheer did not +serve to melt his sudden reticence.</p> + +<p>Presently for lack of fuel the fire began to spend itself +and its snap and roar sank to a faint hiss. The night too +seemed to have grown miraculously silent. Pringle rose +and threw open the cabin door. The rain had stopped, even +the wind had fallen, and through a rent in the storm clouds +far to the east a faint glow gave promise of a rising moon.</p> + +<p>Pringle closed the door and went back to his place before +the stove. The situation in which he found himself made +him suddenly restive. It seemed as if he could not possibly +wait until morning to settle the issue that must ultimately +be settled.</p> + +<p>Walden’s Glen lay a good fifteen miles to the east, but at +least it was for the most part down grade. His exhaustion +of the previous hour had been swallowed up in the absorbing +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span> +shock of drama. He felt like making a decisive move +and yet a certain pity for Sam Allen, shrinking visibly +before his questioning gaze, made him resolve to give the +youth a meager choice in the matter. He sauntered casually +to the table. The candle was guttering to a feeble decline, +and it threw out a flickering light that touched with spasmodic +fire the coins lying in a disorderly heap where Sam +Allen had abandoned them. Pringle ran his hand nervously +through the silver pile.</p> + +<p>“What do you think,” he asked abruptly, “shall we strike +out for Walden’s Glen now, or wait till morning?”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen gave a gasp. Then recovering himself, he +returned with slow drawling defiance, “If you’re headed +that way, suit yourself.... But I set out to leave Walden’s +Glen and I don’t see no reason why I should go back.”</p> + +<p>Pringle felt himself grow ominously cool. “I dare say +you don’t. But, unfortunately for you, there <em>are</em> reasons.... +In a way I’m sorry I walked into this mess. But I +did walk in and I can’t shirk my responsibility. There’s the +law to reckon with, you know!”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen’s lips began to tremble. “I tell you it was an +accident. Don’t you believe me?”</p> + +<p>“No.”</p> + +<p>“And you mean to give me up—to—to—my father?”</p> + +<p><em>Deputy sheriff for the district!</em> For a moment even +Pringle trembled: the picture which the youth had drawn +of his sire had been too vivid. And besides, the bare situation +was pregnant with disaster.</p> + +<p>“I’m afraid there’s no help for it,” Pringle returned, +trying to check any show of emotion. Sam Allen crept +nearer to the table like a whipped dog. Pringle was stirred +to a profound pity. “Besides,” he went on more softly, +“your father can’t really touch you. You’ll have all the +law on your side.”</p> + +<p>Even in his terror the youth could not check a sneer. +“Much you know about it!” he cried passionately.</p> + +<p>“But I’ll go with you—don’t you understand—every +step of the way ... I mean, I’ll stand by you till everything’s +put straight.” Pringle broke off suddenly. Sam +Allen’s white face seemed to draw closer to the table and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span> +his two eyes were fixed craftily upon the gun which Pringle +had neglected to restore to his hip pocket.</p> + +<p>An intense nervous silence followed; Pringle made a +swift movement toward the pistol, and the next moment the +candle was violently extinguished.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>Pringle stood momentarily inactive under the shock of +surprise. The slam of the door roused him. He went +stumbling through the gloom, knocking down impediments +in his path until he gained the open. The moon was still +hidden by the thick clouds in the east, but directly overhead +a few stars showed dimly through thin vapors rising +from the drenched hills.</p> + +<p>Almost at once he realized the futility of pursuit. He +knew nothing about the country, and besides, the greatest +service he could render was to report the situation promptly. +An aroused community would deal effectively with the murderer—he +wouldn’t get very far with his lack of resources +and wit.</p> + +<p>Pringle went back into the cabin and lighted the candle, +forcing the stub out of the candlestick to prolong its life. +The pile of silver had been scattered about by the impact +of stumbling fingers but it appeared otherwise intact; the +pistol, however, had disappeared. Pringle laughed to himself, +shrugging his shoulders. It was plain that he had +much to learn about the custody of prisoners. Urged by +the expediency of taking stock of all emphatic details connected +with the situation, he raised the candle and swept +the interior with its faint radiance. This was the first comprehensive +view he had taken of the room. But there was +really little of fresh significance: the cot on which lay the +body of Marchel Duplin, the rusting stove, the table, the +one chair, the bench; and over in a corner—back of the +door when it swung open—a burlap curtain screening a +shallow triangle. This last item was the only detail which +had previously escaped him, partly because of its neutral +color and partly because it hung in the shadow. A faint +suspicion crossed him as he caught the movement of the +curtain. He put the light down on the table. Could it +be that the slammed door following on Allen’s apparent +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span> +exit had been a clever ruse? He took a quick gliding step +forward and thrust the curtain dramatically aside, almost +expecting to find Sam Allen cowering behind it. But the +space revealed nothing except a muddle of clothes and discarded +boots, and a sharp current of air drifting through +a wide crevice in the floor.</p> + +<p>The reaction from the tenseness of expectation left him +shivering. An impatience for the whole situation swept +over him. He felt relieved that young Allen had fled, +eluded him. It lifted an unpleasant duty from his shoulders +and at the same time confirmed the youth’s guilt. He +would have hated, now that he considered it, to be the +instrument for turning an uncertain situation into an +inevitable one. His testimony might have damned an innocent +man—that he was now willing to concede. But Allen’s +escape immeasurably cleared the issue: innocent people +were never fearful. How many, <em>many</em> times, in divers +forms, had this truism been brought home to him!</p> + +<p>Yet in spite of the emphatic case against young Allen, +Pringle felt the necessity of having his own movements +clear in his mind. He’d be questioned, naturally; that went +without saying. Quite rapidly he recapitulated the events +of the day: the start from Walden’s Glen at sunrise, the +untoward rain at noon, his dawdling in the shelter of a redwood +hollow against a sudden clearing; his resolve to push +on when he saw no prospect of the storm’s abatement.... +It all sounded so clear and simple. Once he explained his +mission, any testimony he might give must gather added +weight. And his credentials would render his testimony +doubly valuable. His book on <cite>Radical Movements in Relation +to Post-war Problems</cite> would carry him past any reasonable +skepticism, and then a B.A. from Yale and the prospects +of a Ph.D. from Columbia ought to impress even a +rural magistrate.</p> + +<p>He decided to count the money and take it with him to +Walden’s Glen. It wasn’t safe to leave it in the cabin, and +besides, it had a significant bearing on the case. In a half +hour, he figured, the moon would be fully risen and if the +sky continued to clear he would have a brilliantly lighted +path to travel back. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span></p> + +<p>He drew the single chair up to the table and fell to his +task. The money was in all denominations of silver, but +mostly quarters and halves. He began to group them into +systematic piles. A faint scraping sound made him pause.... +A twig, probably, brushing against the house.... +He continued counting the money. Again the sound came. +This time a tremor ran through him as he stopped his task. +He kept his eye straight ahead as if fearing to turn to the +right or left. Then slowly, fearfully, with the inevitability +of one who feels other eyes fixed ironically upon him, he +turned and looked up at the window, very much as Sam +Allen had done less than an hour before.... A man’s +face answered his startled gaze and the next instant the +door flew open.</p> + +<p>Walton Pringle rose in his seat, again repeating the gesture +of Sam Allen in a like situation. A faint, almost +imperceptible sense of this analogy crept over him; he felt +his heart suddenly contract.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>The man in the doorway had an impressive bulk, a swaggering, +insolent grossness that must once have been robustly +virile. His coarse underlip had sufficient force to crowd +upward a ragged mustache, and as he stepped heavily into +the circle of light, Walton Pringle felt a glint of sardonic +and unpropitiable humor leap at him from two piglike +eyes.</p> + +<p>“Where’s Duplin?” the stranger demanded.</p> + +<p>Pringle pointed to the cot. The visitor strode up to it +and drew down the quilt. “Dead, eh!” He bent over +closer. “Ah, a tolerable blow on the head.... Neat job, +I’d say.” He flung back the quilt over the face of the +corpse with a gesture that showed an absolute indifference, +a contempt even for the presence of death. “Well, stranger, +suppose you tell me who you are?” There was an authority +in his drawling suaveness which brought a quick answer. +“Pringle, eh?... And just what are you doing here?”</p> + +<p>Pringle stiffened with a rallied dignity. “I might ask +you the same question. And I might ask your name, too, +if I felt at all curious. As a matter of fact, I’m not, but I +must decline to be cross-examined by a man I don’t know.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span></p> + +<p>A grim humor played about the protruding under-lip. +“Correct, stranger, correct as hell! My name happens to +be Allen—Hank Allen. That don’t mean nuthin’ to yer, +does it? Well, I’ll go further. I’m deputy sheriff for this +county and I’ve got a right to question any man I take +a notion to question. It ain’t exactly a right I work overtime, +but when I come into a man’s cabin and find that +man dead and a stranger pawin’ over his money, I guess I +just naturally calc’late that I’d better get on the job.” He +threw a pair of handcuffs on the table. “Why I happen to +be here don’t matter much, I guess. A man sometimes goes +hunting for jack rabbit and brings home venison. You +get me, don’t yer?”</p> + +<p>Walton Pringle stood motionless, trying to still the beating +of his heart. He understood something now of Sam +Allen’s terror, Sam Allen’s fear of being turned over to his +father. But he knew also that a betrayal of fear would be +one of the worst moves he could make.</p> + +<p>“You don’t have to tell me why you’re here,” he said +quietly, “now that I know your name. There’s a runaway +lad mixed up in it somewhere, if I’m not mistaken.”</p> + +<p>The barest possible flash of surprise lighted up the features +of Hank Allen, destroying for a moment their brutal +immobility. “I ain’t saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to that,” he half +laughed, recovering his careless manner. “But I don’t +figger how that answers the question at hand.”</p> + +<p>Pringle smiled a superior smile. “Perhaps you’re not the +only one to look through the window at a stranger sitting +before this table <em>pawin’</em> over a dead man’s money. Perhaps +I wasn’t the first in the field. Perhaps there is more +than you fancy to connect up a runaway lad with the question +at hand. Who knows?”</p> + +<p>Hank Allen’s shoulders drooped forward with almost +impalpable menace and his brows drew down tightly. “Look +here, Pringle, I ain’t accustomed to movin’ in circles. When +I shoot, I shoot straight. What’s more, I usually set the +pace. In other words, let’s have no more riddles. Good +plain language suits me. What’s on your mind?”</p> + +<p>Pringle shrugged his shoulders with a hint of triumph and +proceeded to tell his adversary just what was on his mind +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span> +in good plain language that he felt would suit Hank Allen +down to the ground. But as he progressed he found an uneasiness +halting the glibness with which he had opened fire: +Hank Allen’s impassivity became as inscrutable and sinister +as a tragic mask whose inflexible outlines concealed a surface +animate with fly-blown depravity. He finished upon +a note of pity for the youth and rested his case with a +tremulousness of spirit which disclosed that he was pleading +his cause rather than Sam Allen’s; and pleading, as +Sam Allen himself had done, to a tribunal that had already +reached its verdict.</p> + +<p>“I’m not saying the boy meant to do it, mind you,” he +repeated, stung to a reiteration by Allen’s ominous silence. +“And I’m right here to do all I can to pull him out of a +hole. <em>My</em> testimony ought to have some weight.”</p> + +<p>Allen ignored Pringle’s egotistic flourish. “Let’s see,” +he mused coldly, “what time did you strike out from Walden’s +Glen?”</p> + +<p>“At seven this morning.”</p> + +<p>“And it took you until nearly nine at night to make this +cabin?... You’re a mighty slow walker, if you ask me.”</p> + +<p>“The rain came on shortly after one o’clock. I thought +it might let up, so I dodged into the shelter of a redwood +stump near Preston’s Flat. But it only grew worse. At +five I decided to push on.”</p> + +<p>Suddenly Pringle stopped, chilled by the fact that Hank +Allen’s air of sneering incredulity was rendering devoid of +substance the simplest and most truthful statements. Even +in his own ears they rang out falsely. He desperately +recovered himself and again took up his defense. It was +terrifying how hollow even his credentials sounded, let +alone the story of the day’s events: a Yale B.A., a Ph.D. +from Columbia, the author of <cite>Radical Movements in Relation +to Post-war Problems</cite>—every statement he made grew +more incredible, more fictitious, more hopeless. It was as if +the monumental skepticism of Hank Allen were capable of +destroying all reality. When he had finished, Hank Allen +cleared his throat significantly.</p> + +<p>“You’ll have a mighty interesting story to tell the judge,” +he half-sneered, half-chuckled. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span></p> + +<p>The brevity of Hank Allen’s comment was packed with +presage, and yet for a fleeting moment Walton Pringle took +courage. A judge—precisely! A judge would be quite a +different matter. Really, the situation was little short of +absurd! In answer Hank Allen merely turned his gaze +toward the disheveled cot, and he continued to tap the +table significantly with the empty handcuffs.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>In the portentous silence which followed Walton Pringle’s +thoughts leaped to Sam Allen. Had his own skepticism +of the previous hour also flattened the youth’s defense? +If he had listened with an open mind would the +boy’s far-fetched statements have held germs of reasonability? +After all, what was there so extravagant in Sam +Allen’s tale? It could have happened just as he had said. +But there was the youth’s absurd escape. What point did +any man have in damning himself with any move so suspicious—so +futile?</p> + +<p>As for Allen senior, what did he really think? It was +almost incredible to imagine that he fancied Walton Pringle +guilty. Then why the pose? Did some smoldering +clan spirit in him rouse instinctively to his own flesh and +blood in its extremity? Or would his son’s disgrace expose +his own delinquencies? The story that Pringle had listened +to must merely have scratched the surface of his father’s +infamies. No, it was patent that Allen senior was in no +position to invite the law to review his private record.... +Yet he must know that he could but postpone the inevitable. +What would happen tomorrow when the proper magistrate +heard the real truth? The thought, spinning through Walton +Pringle’s brain, gave him a sudden feeling of boldness. +After all, what had <em>he</em> to fear? He rose in his seat, all his +confidence recaptured.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Allen,” he said clearly, “you are quite right. I +<em>have</em> an interesting story to tell the judge. Therefore, I +think the sooner I tell it the better. Shall we start back to +Walden’s Glen at once?”</p> + +<p>A sardonic smile fastened itself on Pringle. He picked +up the handcuffs. “If you will oblige me—” he nodded +toward Pringle’s folded arms. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span></p> + +<p>The faint suggestion of a chill crept over Pringle. “Do +I understand, Mr. Allen, that you intend to put me to the +indignity of handcuffs?” Allen shrugged. “No, I won’t +have it! I’ll be damned if I will!”</p> + +<p>“You won’t have it? Come now, that ain’t pretty talk. +And it ain’t reasonable talk, neither.” He narrowed his +eyes. “Resisting an officer of the law is sometimes a messy +job, stranger.”</p> + +<p>Pringle’s resistance died before the covert snarl in Allen’s +voice. He put out his wrists and in the next instant he +felt a cold clasp of steel encircling them and heard the click +of the lock. At the moment he remembered the words of +Sam Allen: “<em>I’ve seen him beat ’em, too, over the head, with +the butt end of a pistol—or anything else that came handy.</em>”</p> + +<p>And in a swift, terrible moment of revelation he knew +that that was just what Hank Allen intended to do.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>He fell back on the bench utterly helpless and without +defense. Every story of the law’s brutality that had ever +reached his ears seemed to beat mockingly about him. He +remembered now that not one of these tales had ever concerned +an unshackled victim. No, what petty tyrants liked +best was something prostrate which they could kick and +trample with impunity. That was always the normal complement +of bullying, but in this case corruption gave the +hand of authority an added incentive. Hank Allen would +murder him not only for the pleasure of the performance +but to save his own hide. A man struck down for resisting +an officer would tell no tales. And how neatly the situation +would be cleared up: a suspected murderer paying the penalty +of his crime without process or expense of law. A bit +of sound judicial economy, to tell the truth, in a community +not given to rating life too dearly. And he thought that he +had managed it all so cleverly!</p> + +<p>At this point he noticed that Hank Allen was intent on +investigating a menacing six-shooter and his mind moved +alertly past all the futile movements he could make toward +defense. Where was Hank Allen planning his latest atrocity—here +in Marchel Duplin’s cabin or somewhere on the +trail to Walden’s Glen? Here in the cabin—or he missed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span> +his guess—with a litter of broken furniture to add confirmation +to a tale of resistance.</p> + +<p>His gaze swept the room with a sudden hunger for even +a drab background to life, as if his soul longed to carry a +homely memory with it into the impending darkness. He +saw the tumbled cot, the rusting stove, the table before +him with a sudden passionate sense of their rude symbolism. +Even the guttering candle, almost spent, took on significance. +It was the candle, blown into untimely darkness, +that had paved the way for his predicament. If only +his pocket flash had worked! Upon such trivialities did +life itself depend! A flickering candle ... a flickering +candle ... a flickering⁠— The rhythmic beat of this reiteration +snapped. Unconsciously he had looked past the +gleam of light to the closed door and the burlap curtain, +screening its shallow triangle, swaying gently in the half +darkness. Abruptly candlelight, doorway, and curtain became +fused into a unit—startling and lucid. Would it be +possible? The prospect left him as breathless as a dash of +cold water; he could hear himself gasp. Hank Allen fixed +him with a suspicious glance.</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter?” he demanded brutally.</p> + +<p>Pringle’s mind cleared to a point of supreme intuition.</p> + +<p>“I’m—I’m ill!” he gasped. “Would—would you mind +opening the door—it’s suffocating in here.”</p> + +<p>Hank Allen hesitated, then a diabolic humor seemed to +move him to compliance. He threw back the door with a +chuckle and resumed his seat. It was as if he had said, +“Try it, my friend, if it amuses you!”</p> + +<p>For a brief moment Walton Pringle closed his eyes; then +quite suddenly opened them, took in a deep breath, and +with a quick upward leap he blew out the candle.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>Drawing himself flatly against the wall, Pringle felt the +impact of the door swinging back before Allen’s stumbling +pursuit. It was inconceivable that a man on such good +terms with subterfuge could have been tricked by anything +so obvious as a slammed door. But how long would he +remain tricked? He wouldn’t search the hills all night, +nor would he be likely to strike out for Walden’s Glen without +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span> +returning to the cabin. Pringle’s first elation at the +extraordinary success of his ruse fell before the realization +of his plight. What chance had a handcuffed man in any +case? And his attempt to escape—how beautifully that +colored his guilt! <em>Innocent people were never fearful.</em> +The memory of this mental deduction bit at him sharply. +Yet with all the odds against him he felt that he must plan +something and that quickly. Cautiously moving back the +open door he peered over its rim. At first his vision could +not pierce the gloom, but suddenly a flood of moonlight +released from the imprisonment of dispersing clouds made +a path of silver into the cabin. Pringle listened: everything +was extraordinarily still.</p> + +<p>All at once the silence was cracked by a keen report. +A snapping fusillade answered Pringle’s mental interrogation.... +He heard a shrill cry, clipped and terrible. Then +the silence fell again.... Presently the soft beat of cautious +footfalls drifted toward the cabin. Pringle withdrew +to the curtain’s shelter. Something fluttered on the threshold. +Then slowly, warily, the door was closed.</p> + +<p>Pringle leaned sidewise, the tail of one eye thrust past the +curtain’s edge. Moonlight was flooding now even through +the grimy windowpane. A shadowy form crept stealthily +toward the table, halted as if sensing a living presence, +turned sharply and revealed the unmistakable outlines of +Sam Allen’s ineffectual face.</p> + +<p>Walton Pringle gave a cry of mingled relief and surprise +and stepped from his hiding place.</p> + +<p>The youth shrank back. “I—I wondered where you +were,” he gasped. He gave a little hysterical flourish with +his right hand and Pringle saw that he held the stolen +pistol. “Well, I’m a murderer <em>now</em>!” he spit out with quivering +venom.</p> + +<p>In a flash Pringle knew everything, and yet he could +only stammer out in stupid conventional protest:</p> + +<p>“You don’t mean ... <em>not your father</em>!”</p> + +<p>The youth’s face grew ashen. “Who else did you think?” +He gave a scraping laugh. “Would <em>you</em> stand up and let +him get you, if you had a chance to shoot first? I guess +not.... Well, what are you going to do about it?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span></p> + +<p>Pringle brought his shackled wrists into the moonlight. +“Damned little, I fancy.”</p> + +<p>Young Allen put an incredulous finger on the handcuffs. +“What’s the idea?”</p> + +<p>Pringle smiled ironically. “Just a little joke of your +father’s. He pretended he thought I was the murderer. +He was for taking me back to Walden’s Glen.” He stopped, +overcome with a passion for self-accusation, self-abasement: +“Just as I wanted to take you back.... Yes, on +the surface he was as self-righteous and smug as I was. But +he didn’t fool me. I knew that he intended to murder me +in cold blood—to save your hide and incidentally his.... +Well, I blew out the candle as you did—to—to save myself.”</p> + +<p>A curious look came over Sam Allen’s face. Walton +Pringle had a feeling that for the second time that night +he had delivered himself into the hands of the enemy.</p> + +<p>“You were a fool to tell me that,” Sam Allen drawled, +with a hint of his father’s biting irony in his voice. “I +wouldn’t have thought of such an easy way out—all by +myself.... Yer know what I mean, don’t yer?”</p> + +<p>Pringle felt himself grow unnaturally calm. “You mean +you could shoot me down and settle everything for yourself?... +Yes, you could. Dead men tell no tales, and in +this case three dead men would be even more silent than +two.... I can’t say that I blame you. I didn’t give any +quarter in your pinch; why should you spare me?”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen gave an impatient cough and his words vibrated +with sudden and strange maturity as he said coldly:</p> + +<p>“I’m trying to figure it out.... It <em>would</em> be simpler to +kill you.” He held up the pistol, gazing at it with the +tragic fascination of a stripling who has tasted his first +victory—drawn his first blood. His whole body seemed +animated with some strange new power that still struggled +for foothold. Was the spirit of Hank Allen so soon fighting +for a place in which to lodge its sinister corruption?... +Suddenly he began to shiver violently. “No, it wouldn’t +be simpler,” he half whispered—“not in the long run.... +What do you say? Shall we go back to Walden’s Glen—together?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p> + +<p>A faint blur dimmed Pringle’s gaze. “I don’t deserve it!” +he cried with a vehement passion. “Upon my word, I +don’t!”</p> + +<p>Sam Allen laid the pistol on the table. “Shucks!” he +said simply, “everybody makes mistakes.”</p> + +<p>And at that moment Walton Pringle fancied that the +pinched, yellow, wistful face before him re-created with a +curiously poignant glory the face of Lizzie Allen, born +Evans—the girl who had “worked out”!</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_7_7" href="#FNanchor_7_7" class="label">[7]</a> Copyright, 1925, by Harper & Brothers.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Charles Caldwell Dobie.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE CITY OF REFUGE</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_CITY_OF_REFUGE8"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE CITY OF REFUGE</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_8_8" href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By RUDOLPH FISHER + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>) +</p> + +<h4><abbr title="One">I</abbr></h4> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Confronted</span> suddenly by daylight, King Solomon +Gillis stood dazed and blinking. The railroad station, +the long, white-walled corridor, the impassible slot-machine, +the terrifying subway train—he felt as if he had been +caught up in the jaws of a steam-shovel, jammed together +with other helpless lumps of dirt, swept blindly along for +a time, and at last abruptly dumped.</p> + +<p>There had been strange and terrible sounds: ‘New York! +Penn Terminal—all change!’ ‘Pohter, hyer, pohter, suh?’ +Shuffle of a thousand soles, clatter of a thousand heels, +innumerable echoes. Cracking rifle-shots—no, snapping +turnstiles. ‘Put a nickel in!’ ‘Harlem? Sure. This side—next +train.’ Distant thunder, nearing. The screeching +onslaught of the fiery hosts of hell, headlong, breath-taking. +Car doors rattling, sliding, banging open. ‘Say, wha’ d’ye +think this is, a baggage car?’ Heat, oppression, suffocation—eternity—‘Hundred +’n turdy-fif’ next!’ More turnstiles. +Jonah emerging from the whale.</p> + +<p>Clean air, blue sky, bright sunlight.</p> + +<p>Gillis set down his tan-cardboard extension case and +wiped his black, shining brow. Then slowly, spreadingly, +he grinned at what he saw: Negroes at every turn; up and +down Lenox Avenue, up and down One Hundred and +Thirty-Fifth Street; big, lanky Negroes, short, squat Negroes; +black ones, brown ones, yellow ones; men standing +idle on the curb, women, bundle-laden, trudging reluctantly +homeward, children rattle-trapping about the sidewalks; +here and there a white face drifting along, but Negroes predominantly, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</span> +overwhelmingly everywhere. There was assuredly +no doubt of his whereabouts. This was Negro Harlem.</p> + +<p>Back in North Carolina Gillis had shot a white man and, +with the aid of prayer and an automobile, probably escaped +a lynching. Carefully avoiding the railroads, he had +reached Washington in safety. For his car a Southwest +bootlegger had given him a hundred dollars and directions +to Harlem; and so he had come to Harlem.</p> + +<p>Ever since a traveling preacher had first told him of the +place, King Solomon Gillis had longed to come to Harlem. +The Uggams were always talking about it; one of their +boys had gone to France in the draft and, returning, had +never got any nearer home than Harlem. And there were +occasional ‘colored’ newspapers from New York: newspapers +that mentioned Negroes without comment, but always +spoke of a white person as ‘So-and-so, white.’ That +was the point. In Harlem, black was white. You had +rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, +protected by law. And you had money. Everybody in +Harlem had money. It was a land of plenty. Why, had +not Mouse Uggam sent back as much as fifty dollars at a +time to his people in Waxhaw?</p> + +<p>The shooting, therefore, simply catalyzed whatever sluggish +mental reaction had been already directing King Solomon’s +fortunes toward Harlem. The land of plenty was +more than that now: it was also the city of refuge.</p> + +<p>Casting about for direction, the tall newcomer’s glance +caught inevitably on the most conspicuous thing in sight, +a magnificent figure in blue that stood in the middle of the +crossing and blew a whistle and waved great white-gloved +hands. The Southern Negro’s eyes opened wide; his mouth +opened wider. If the inside of New York had mystified +him, the outside was amazing him. For there stood a handsome, +brass-buttoned giant directing the heaviest traffic +Gillis had ever seen; halting unnumbered tons of automobiles +and trucks and wagons and pushcarts and street-cars; +holding them at bay with one hand while he swept similar +tons peremptorily on with the other; ruling the wide crossing +with supreme self-assurance; and he, too, was a Negro!</p> + +<p>Yet most of the vehicles that leaped or crouched at his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span> +bidding carried white passengers. One of these overdrove +bounds a few feet and Gillis heard the officer’s shrill whistle +and gruff reproof, saw the driver’s face turn red and his +car draw back like a threatened pup. It was beyond +belief—impossible. Black might be white, but it couldn’t +be that white!</p> + +<p>‘Done died an’ woke up in Heaven,’ thought King Solomon, +watching, fascinated; and after a while, as if the wonder +of it were too great to believe simply by seeing, ‘Cullud +policemans!’ he said, half aloud; then repeated over and +over, with greater and greater conviction, ‘Even got cullud +policemans—even got cullud——’</p> + +<p>‘Where y’ want to go, big boy?’</p> + +<p>Gillis turned. A little, sharp-faced yellow man was +addressing him.</p> + +<p>‘Saw you was a stranger. Thought maybe I could help +y’ out.’</p> + +<p>King Solomon located and gratefully extended a slip of +paper. ‘Wha’ dis hyeh at, please, suh?’</p> + +<p>The other studied it a moment, pushing back his hat and +scratching his head. The hat was a tall-crowned, unindented +brown felt; the head was brown patent-leather, its +glistening brush-back flawless save for a suspicious crimpiness +near the clean-grazed edges.</p> + +<p>‘See that second corner? Turn to the left when you get +there. Number forty-five’s about half-way the block.’</p> + +<p>‘Thank y’, suh.’</p> + +<p>‘You from—Massachusetts?’</p> + +<p>‘No, suh, Nawth Ca’lina.’</p> + +<p>‘Is ’at so? You look like a Northerner. Be with us +long?’</p> + +<p>‘Till I die,’ grinned the flattered King Solomon.</p> + +<p>‘Stoppin’ there?’</p> + +<p>‘Reckon I is. Man in Washin’ton ’lowed I’d find lodgin’ +at dis ad-dress.’</p> + +<p>‘Good enough. If y’ don’t, maybe I can fix y’ up. Harlem’s +pretty crowded. This is me.’ He proffered a card.</p> + +<p>‘Thank y’, suh,’ said Gillis, and put the card in his +pocket.</p> + +<p>The little yellow man watched him plod flat-footedly on +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span> +down the street, long awkward legs never quite straightened, +shouldered extension-case bending him sidewise, wonder +upon wonder halting or turning him about. Presently, +as he proceeded, a pair of bright green stockings caught +and held his attention. Tony, the storekeeper, was crossing +the sidewalk with a bushel basket of apples. There was a +collision; the apples rolled; Tony exploded; King Solomon +apologized. The little yellow man laughed shortly, took +out a notebook, and put down the address he had seen on +King Solomon’s slip of paper.</p> + +<p>‘Guess you’re the shine I been waitin’ for,’ he surmised.</p> + +<p>As Gillis, approaching his destination, stopped to rest, +a haunting notion grew into an insistent idea. ‘Dat li’l +yaller nigger was a sho’ ’nuff gen’man to show me de road. +Seem lak I knowed him befo’—’ He pondered. That +receding brow, that sharp-ridged, spreading nose, that tight +upper lip over the two big front teeth, that chinless jaw⁠— He +fumbled hurriedly for the card he had not looked at +and eagerly made out the name.</p> + +<p>‘Mouse Uggam, sho’ ’nuff! Well, dog-gone!’</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>Uggam sought out Tom Edwards, once a Pullman porter, +now prosperous proprietor of a cabaret, and told +him:—</p> + +<p>‘Chief, I got him: a baby jess in from the land o’ cotton +and so dumb he thinks ante bellum’s an old woman.’</p> + +<p>‘Where’d you find him?’</p> + +<p>‘Where you find all the jay birds when they first hit +Harlem—at the subway entrance. This one come up the +stairs, batted his eyes once or twice, an’ froze to the spot—with +his mouth open. Sure sign he’s from ’way down +behind the sun an’ ripe f’ the pluckin’.’</p> + +<p>Edwards grinned a gold-studded, fat-jowled grin. ‘Gave +him the usual line, I suppose?’</p> + +<p>‘Didn’t miss. An’ he fell like a ton o’ bricks. ’Course +I’ve got him spotted, but damn ’f I know jess how to +switch ’em on to him.’</p> + +<p>‘Get him a job around a store somewhere. Make out +you’re befriendin’ him. Get his confidence.’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span></p> + +<p>‘Sounds good. Ought to be easy. He’s from my State. +Maybe I know him or some of his people.’</p> + +<p>‘Make out you do, anyhow. Then tell him some fairy +tale that’ll switch your trade to him. The cops’ll follow +the trade. We could even let Froggy flop into some +dumb white cop’s hands and “confess” where he got it. +See?’</p> + +<p>‘Chief, you got a head, no lie.’</p> + +<p>‘Don’t lose no time. And remember, hereafter, it’s +better to sacrifice a little than to get squealed on. Never +refuse a customer. Give him a little credit. Humor him +along till you can get rid of him safe. You don’t know +what that guy that died may have said; you don’t know +who’s on to you now. And if they get you—I don’t know +you.’</p> + +<p>‘They won’t get <em>me</em>,’ said Uggam.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>King Solomon Gillis sat meditating in a room half the +size of his hencoop back home, with a single window +opening into an airshaft.</p> + +<p>An airshaft: cabbage and chitterlings cooking; liver +and onions sizzling, sputtering; three player-pianos out-plunking +each other; a man and a woman calling each +other vile things; a sick, neglected baby wailing; a phonograph +broadcasting blues; dishes clacking; a girl crying +heartbrokenly; waste noises, waste odors of a score of families, +seeking issue through a common channel; pollution +from bottom to top—a sewer of sounds and smells.</p> + +<p>Contemplating this, King Solomon grinned and breathed, +‘Dog-gone!’ A little later, still gazing into the sewer, he +grinned again. ‘Green stockin’s,’ he said; ’loud green!’ +The sewer gradually grew darker. A window lighted up +opposite, revealing a woman in camisole and petticoat, +arranging her hair. King Solomon, staring vacantly, shook +his head and grinned yet again. ‘Even got cullud policemans!’ +he mumbled softly.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>Uggam leaned out of the room’s one window and spat +maliciously into the dinginess of the airshaft. ‘Damn glad +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span> +you got him,’ he commented, as Gillis finished his story. +‘They’s a thousand shines in Harlem would change places +with you in a minute jess f’ the honor of killin’ a cracker.’</p> + +<p>‘But I didn’t go to do it. ’Twas a accident.’</p> + +<p>‘That’s the only part to keep secret.’</p> + +<p>‘Know whut dey done? Dey killed five o’ Mose Joplin’s +hawses ’fo he lef’. Put groun’ glass in de feed-trough. +Sam Cheevers come up on three of ’em one night pizenin’ +his well. Bleesom beat Crinshaw out o’ sixty acres o’ +lan’ an’ a year’s crops. Dass jess how ’tis. Soon’s a +nigger make a li’l sump’n he better git to leavin’. An’ +’fo long ev’ybody’s goin’ be lef’!’</p> + +<p>‘Hope to hell they don’t all come here.’</p> + +<p>The doorbell of the apartment rang. A crescendo of +footfalls in the hallway culminated in a sharp rap on +Gillis’s door. Gillis jumped. Nobody but a policeman +would rap like that. Maybe the landlady had been listening +and had called in the law. It came again, loud, +quick, angry. King Solomon prayed that the policeman +would be a Negro.</p> + +<p>Uggam stepped over and opened the door. King Solomon’s +apprehensive eyes saw framed therein, instead of a +gigantic officer, calling for him, a little blot of a creature, +quite black against even the darkness of the hallway, +except for a dirty, wide-striped silk shirt, collarless, with +the sleeves rolled up.</p> + +<p>‘Ah hahve bill fo’ Mr. Gillis.’ A high, strongly accented +Jamaican voice, with its characteristic singsong intonation, +interrupted King Solomon’s sigh of relief.</p> + +<p>‘Bill? Bill fo’ me? What kin’ o’ bill?’</p> + +<p>‘Wan bushel appels. T’ree seventy-fife.’</p> + +<p>‘Apples? I ain’ bought no apples.’ He took the paper +and read aloud, laboriously, ‘Antonio Gabrielli to K. S. +Gillis, Doctor——’</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Gabrielli say, you not pays him, he send policemon.’</p> + +<p>‘What I had to do wid ’is apples?’</p> + +<p>‘You bumps into him yesterday, no? Scatter appels +everywhere—on the sidewalk, in de gutter. Kids pick up +an’ run away. Others all spoil. So you pays.’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span></p> + +<p>Gillis appealed to Uggam. ‘How ’bout it, Mouse?’</p> + +<p>‘He’s a damn liar. Tony picked up most of ’em; I +seen him. Lemme look at that bill—Tony never wrote this +thing. This baby’s jess playin’ you for a sucker.’</p> + +<p>‘Ain’ had no apples, ain’ payin’ fo’ none,’ announced +King Solomon, thus prompted. ‘Didn’t have to come to +Harlem to git cheated. Plenty o’ dat right wha’ I come +fum.’</p> + +<p>But the West Indian warmly insisted. ‘You cahn’t do +daht, mon. Whaht you t’ink, ’ey? Dis mon loose ’is +appels an’ ’is money too?’</p> + +<p>‘What diff’ence it make to you, nigger?’</p> + +<p>‘Who you call nigger, mon? Ah hahve you understahn’—’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, well, white folks, den. What all you got t’ do +wid dis hyeh, anyhow?’</p> + +<p>‘Mr. Gabrielli send me to collect bill!’</p> + +<p>‘How I know dat?’</p> + +<p>‘Do Ah not bring bill? You t’ink Ah steal t’ree dollar, +’ey?’</p> + +<p>‘Three dollars an’ sebenty-fi’ cent,’ corrected Gillis. +’Nuther thing: wha’ you ever see me befo’? How you +know dis is me?’</p> + +<p>‘Ah see you, sure. Ah help Mr. Gabrielli in de store. +When you knocks down de baskette appels, Ah see. Ah +follow you. Ah know you comes in dis house.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, you does? An’ how come you know my name an’ +flat an’ room so good? How come dat?’</p> + +<p>‘Ah fin’ out. Sometime Ah brings up here vegetables +from de store.’</p> + +<p>‘Humph! Mus’ be workin’ on shares.’</p> + +<p>‘You pays, ’ey? You pays me or de policemon?’</p> + +<p>‘Wait a minute,’ broke in Uggam, who had been thoughtfully +contemplating the bill. ‘Now listen, big shorty. You +haul hips on back to Tony. We got your menu all right’—he +waved the bill—‘but we don’t eat your kind o’ cookin’, +see?’</p> + +<p>The West Indian flared. ‘Whaht it is to you, ’ey? You +can not mind your own business? Ah hahve not spik to +you!’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span></p> + +<p>‘No, brother. But this is my friend, an’ I’ll be john-browned +if there’s a monkey-chaser in Harlem can gyp +him if I know it, see? Bes’ thing f’ you to do is to catch +air, toot sweet.’</p> + +<p>Sensing frustration, the little islander demanded the +bill back. Uggam figured he could use the bill himself, +maybe. The West Indian hotly persisted; he even menaced. +Uggam pocketed the paper and invited him to take it. +Wisely enough, the caller preferred to catch air.</p> + +<p>When he had gone, King Solomon sought words of +thanks.</p> + +<p>‘Bottle it,’ said Uggam. ‘The point is this: I figger you +got a job.’</p> + +<p>‘Job? No I ain’t! Wha’ at?’</p> + +<p>‘When you show Tony this bill, he’ll hit the roof and +fire that monk.’</p> + +<p>‘What ef he do?’</p> + +<p>‘Then you up ’n ask f’ the job. He’ll be too grateful to +refuse. I know Tony some, an’ I’ll be there to put in a +good word. See?’</p> + +<p>King Solomon considered this. ‘Sho’ needs a job, but +ain’ after stealin’ none.’</p> + +<p>‘Stealin’? ’Twouldn’t be stealin’. Stealin’ ’s what that +damn monkey-chaser tried to do from you. This would +be doin’ Tony a favor an’ gettin’ y’self out o’ the barrel. +What’s the hold-back?’</p> + +<p>‘What make you keep callin’ him monkey-chaser?’</p> + +<p>‘West Indian. That’s another thing. Any time y’ can +knife a monk, do it. They’s too damn many of ’em here. +They’re an achin’ pain.’</p> + +<p>‘Jess de way white folks feels ’bout niggers.’</p> + +<p>‘Damn that. How ’bout it? Y’ want the job?’</p> + +<p>‘Hm—well—I’d ruther be a policeman.’</p> + +<p>‘Policeman?’ Uggam gasped.</p> + +<p>‘M-hm. Dass all I wants to be, a policeman, so I kin +police all the white folks right plumb in jail!’</p> + +<p>Uggam said seriously, ‘Well, y’ might work up to that. +But it takes time. An’ y’ve got to eat while y’re waitin’.’ +He paused to let this penetrate. ‘Now, how ’bout this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span> +job at Tony’s in the meantime? I should think y’d jump +at it.’</p> + +<p>King Solomon was persuaded.</p> + +<p>‘Hm—well—reckon I does,’ he said slowly.</p> + +<p>‘Now y’re tootin’!’ Uggam’s two big front teeth popped +out in a grin of genuine pleasure. ‘Come on. Let’s go.’</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Four">IV</abbr></h4> + +<p>Spitting blood and crying with rage, the West Indian +scrambled to his feet. For a moment he stood in front +of the store gesticulating furiously and jabbering shrill +threats and unintelligible curses. Then abruptly he stopped +and took himself off.</p> + +<p>King Solomon Gillis, mildly puzzled, watched him from +Tony’s doorway. ‘I jess give him a li’l shove,’ he said to +himself, ’an’ he roll’ clean ’cross de sidewalk.’ And a +little later, disgustedly, ‘Monkey-chaser!’ he grunted, and +went back to his sweeping.</p> + +<p>‘Well, big boy, how y’ comin’ on?’</p> + +<p>Gillis dropped his broom. ‘Hay-o, Mouse. Wha’ you +been las’ two-three days?’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, around. Gettin’ on all right here? Had any +trouble?’</p> + +<p>‘Deed I ain’t—’ceptin’ jess now I had to throw ’at li’l +jigger out.’</p> + +<p>‘Who? The monk?’</p> + +<p>‘M-hm. He sho’ Lawd doan like me in his job. Look +like he think I stole it from him, stiddy him tryin’ to steal +from me. Had to push him down sho’ ’nuff ’fo I could +git rid of ’im. Den he run off talkin’ Wes’ Indi’man an’ +shakin’ his fis’ at me.’</p> + +<p>‘Ferget it.’ Uggam glanced about. ‘Where’s Tony?’</p> + +<p>‘Boss man? He be back direckly.’</p> + +<p>‘Listen—like to make two or three bucks a day extra?’</p> + +<p>‘Huh?’</p> + +<p>‘Two or three dollars a day more’n what you’re gettin’ +already?’</p> + +<p>‘Ain’ I near ’nuff in jail now?’</p> + +<p>‘Listen.’ King Solomon listened. Uggam hadn’t been +in France for nothing. Fact was, in France he’d learned +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span> +about some valuable French medicine. He’d brought some +back with him,—little white pills,—and while in Harlem +had found a certain druggist who knew what they were +and could supply all he could use. Now there were +any number of people who would buy and pay well for +as much of this French medicine as Uggam could get. +It was good for what ailed them, and they didn’t know +how to get it except through him. But he had no store +in which to set up an agency and hence no single place +where his customers could go to get what they wanted. +If he had, he could sell three or four times as much as he +did.</p> + +<p>King Solomon was in a position to help him now, same +as he had helped King Solomon. He would leave a dozen +packages of the medicine—just small envelopes that could +all be carried in a coat pocket—with King Solomon every +day. Then he could simply send his customers to King +Solomon at Tony’s store. They’d make some trifling purchase, +slip him a certain coupon which Uggam had given +them, and King Solomon would wrap the little envelope of +medicine with their purchase. Mustn’t let Tony catch on, +because he might object, and then the whole scheme would +go gaflooey. Of course it wouldn’t really be hurting Tony +any. Wouldn’t it increase the number of his customers?</p> + +<p>Finally, at the end of each day, Uggam would meet +King Solomon some place and give him a quarter for each +coupon he held. There’d be at least ten or twelve a day—two +and a half or three dollars plumb extra! Eighteen +or twenty dollars a week ‘Dog-gone!’ breathed Gillis.</p> + +<p>‘Does Tony ever leave you here alone?’</p> + +<p>‘M-hm. Jess started dis mawnin’. Doan nobody much +come round ’tween ten an’ twelve, so he done took to +doin’ his buyin’ right ’long ’bout dat time. Nobody hyeh +but me fo’ ’n hour or so.’</p> + +<p>‘Good. I’ll try to get my folks to come ’round here +mostly while Tony’s out, see?’</p> + +<p>‘I doan miss.’</p> + +<p>‘Sure y’ get the idea, now?’ Uggam carefully explained +it all again. By the time he had finished, King Solomon +was wallowing in gratitude. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span></p> + +<p>‘Mouse, you sho’ is been a friend to me. Why, ’f ’t hadn’ +been fo’ you—’</p> + +<p>‘Bottle it,’ said Uggam. ‘I’ll be round to your room +tonight with enough stuff for tomorrer, see? Be sure’n +be there.’</p> + +<p>‘Won’t be nowha’ else.’</p> + +<p>‘An’ remember, this is all jess between you ’n me.’</p> + +<p>‘Nobody else but,’ vowed King Solomon.</p> + +<p>Uggam grinned to himself as he went on his way. +‘Dumb Oscar! Wonder how much can we make before +the cops nab him? French medicine—Humph!’</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Five">V</abbr></h4> + +<p>Tony Gabrielli, an oblate Neapolitan of enormous equator, +wabbled heavily out of his store and settled himself +over a soap box.</p> + +<p>Usually Tony enjoyed sitting out front thus in the +evening, when his helper had gone home and his trade was +slackest. He liked to watch the little Gabriellis playing +over the sidewalk with the little Levys and Johnsons; +the trios and quartettes of brightly dressed, dark-skinned +girls merrily out for a stroll; the slovenly gaited, darker +men, who eyed them up and down and commented to +each other with an unsuppressed ‘Hot damn!’ or ‘Oh no, +now!’</p> + +<p>But tonight Tony was troubled. Something was wrong +in the store; something was different since the arrival of +King Solomon Gillis. The new man had seemed to prove +himself honest and trustworthy, it was true. Tony had +tested him, as he always tested a new man, by apparently +leaving him alone in charge for two or three mornings. +As a matter of fact, the new man was never under more +vigilant observation than during these two or three mornings. +Tony’s store was a modification of the front rooms +of his flat and was in direct communication with it by +way of a glass-windowed door in the rear. Tony always +managed to get back into his flat via the side street +entrance and watch the new man through this unobtrusive +glass-windowed door. If anything excited his suspicion, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span> +like unwarranted interest in the cash register, he walked +unexpectedly out of this door to surprise the offender in +the act. Thereafter he would have no more such trouble. +But he had not succeeded in seeing King Solomon steal even +an apple.</p> + +<p>What he had observed, however, was that the number +of customers that came into the store during the morning’s +slack hour had pronouncedly increased in the last few +days. Before, there had been three or four. Now there +were twelve or fifteen. The mysterious thing about it was +that their purchases totaled little more than those of the +original three or four.</p> + +<p>Yesterday and today Tony had elected to be in the +store at the time when, on the other days, he had been +out. But Gillis had not been overcharging or short-changing; +for when Tony waited on the customers himself—strange +faces all—he found that they bought something +like a yeast cake or a five-cent loaf of bread. It was +puzzling. Why should strangers leave their own neighborhoods +and repeatedly come to him for a yeast cake or +a loaf of bread? They were not new neighbors. New +neighbors would have bought more variously and extensively +and at different times of day. Living near by, they +would have come in, the men often in shirtsleeves and +slippers, the women in kimonos, with boudoir caps covering +their lumpy heads. They would have sent in strange children +for things like yeast cakes and loaves of bread. And +why did not some of them come in at night when the new +helper was off duty?</p> + +<p>As for accosting Gillis on suspicion, Tony was too wise +for that. Patronage had a queer way of shifting itself in +Harlem. You lost your temper and let slip a single ‘<em>nègre</em>.’ +A week later you sold your business.</p> + +<p>Spread over his soap box, with his pudgy hands clasped +on his preposterous paunch, Tony sat and wondered. Two +men came up, conspicuous for no other reason than that +they were white. They displayed extreme nervousness, looking +about as if afraid of being seen; and when one of them +spoke to Tony it was in a husky, toneless, blowing voice, +like the sound of a dirty phonograph record. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p> + +<p>‘Are you Antonio Gabrielli?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sure.’ Strange behavior for such lusty-looking +fellows. He who had spoken unsmilingly winked first one +eye then the other, and indicated by a gesture of his head +that they should enter the store. His companion looked +cautiously up and down the Avenue, while Tony, wondering +what ailed them, rolled to his feet and puffingly led +the way.</p> + +<p>Inside, the spokesman snuffled, gave his shoulders a +queer little hunch, and asked, ‘Can you fix us up, buddy?’ +The other glanced restlessly about the place as if he were +constantly hearing unaccountable noises.</p> + +<p>Tony thought he understood clearly now. ‘Booze, ’ey?’ +he smiled. ‘Sorry—I no got.’</p> + +<p>‘Booze? Hell, no!’ The voice dwindled to a throaty +whisper. ‘Dope. Coke, milk, dice—anything. Name +your price. Got to have it.’</p> + +<p>‘Dope?’ Tony was entirely at a loss. ‘What’s a dis, +dope?’</p> + +<p>‘Aw, lay off, brother. We’re in on this. Here.’ He +handed Tony a piece of paper. ‘Froggy gave us a coupon. +Come on. You can’t go wrong.’</p> + +<p>‘I no got,’ insisted the perplexed Tony; nor could he +be budged on that point.</p> + +<p>Quite suddenly the manner of both men changed. ‘All +right,’ said the first angrily, in a voice as robust as his +body. ‘All right, you’re clever, You no got. Well, you +will get. You’ll get twenty years!’</p> + +<p>‘Twenty year? Whadda you talk?’</p> + +<p>‘Wait a minute, Mac,’ said the second caller. ‘Maybe +the wop’s on the level. Look here, Tony, we’re officers, +see? Policemen.’ He produced a badge. ‘A couple of +weeks ago a guy was brought in dying for the want of +a shot, see? Dope—he needed some dope—like this—in +his arm. See? Well, we tried to make him tell us +where he’d been getting it, but he was too weak. He +croaked next day. Evidently he hadn’t had money enough +to buy any more.</p> + +<p>‘Well, this morning a little nigger that goes by the name +of Froggy was brought into the precinct pretty well doped +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span> +up. When he finally came to, he swore he got the stuff +here at your store. Of course, we’ve just been trying to +trick you into giving yourself away, but you don’t bite. +Now what’s your game? Know anything about this?’</p> + +<p>Tony understood. I dunno,’ he said slowly; and then +his own problem whose contemplation his callers had +interrupted, occurred to him. ‘Sure!’ he exclaimed. ‘Wait. +Maybeso I know somet’ing.’</p> + +<p>‘All right. Spill it.’</p> + +<p>‘I got a new man, work-a for me.’ And he told them +what he had noted since King Solomon Gillis came.</p> + +<p>‘Sounds interesting. Where is this guy?’</p> + +<p>‘Here in da store—all day.’</p> + +<p>‘Be here tomorrow?’</p> + +<p>‘Sure. All day.’</p> + +<p>‘All right. We’ll drop in tomorrow and give him the +eye. Maybe he’s our man.’</p> + +<p>‘Sure. Come ten o’clock. I show you,’ promised Tony.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Six">VI</abbr></h4> + +<p>Even the oldest and rattiest cabarets in Harlem have +sense of shame enough to hide themselves under the ground—for +instance, Edwards’s. To get into Edwards’s you +casually enter a dimly lighted corner saloon, apparently—only +apparently—a subdued memory of brighter days. +What was once the family entrance is now a side entrance +for ladies. Supporting yourself against close walls, you +crouchingly descend a narrow, twisted staircase until, with +a final turn, you find yourself in a glaring, long, low basement. +In a moment your eyes become accustomed to the +haze of tobacco smoke. You see men and women seated at +wire-legged, white-topped tables, which are covered with +half-empty bottles and glasses; you trace the slow-jazz +accompaniment you heard as you came down the stairs to +a pianist, a cornetist, and a drummer on a little platform +at the far end of the room. There is a cleared space from +the foot of the stairs, where you are standing, to the platform +where this orchestra is mounted, and in it a tall brown +girl is swaying from side to side and rhythmically proclaiming +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</span> +that she has the world in a jug and the stopper in her +hand. Behind a counter at your left sits a fat, bald, tea-colored +Negro, and you wonder if this is Edwards—Edwards, +who stands in with the police, with the political +bosses, with the importers of wines and worse. A white-vested +waiter hustles you to a seat and takes your order. +The song’s tempo changes to a quicker; the drum and the +cornet rip out a fanfare, almost drowning the piano; the +girl catches up her dress and begins to dance....</p> + +<p>Gillis’s wondering eyes had been roaming about. They +stopped.</p> + +<p>‘Look, Mouse!’ he whispered. ‘Look a-yonder!’</p> + +<p>‘Look at what?’</p> + +<p>‘Dog-gone if it ain’ de self-same gal!’</p> + +<p>‘Wha’ d’ ye mean, self-same girl?’</p> + +<p>‘Over yonder, wi’ de green stockin’s. Dass de gal made +me knock over dem apples fust day I come to town. ’Member? +Been wishin’ I could see her ev’y sence.’</p> + +<p>‘What for?’ Uggam wondered.</p> + +<p>King Solomon grew confidential. ‘Ain’ but two things in +dis world, Mouse, I really wants. One is to be a policeman. +Been wantin’ dat ev’y sence I seen dat cullud traffic-cop +dat day. Other is to git myse’f a gal lak dat one over +yonder!’</p> + +<p>‘You’ll do it,’ laughed Uggam, ‘if you live long enough.’</p> + +<p>‘Who dat wid her?’</p> + +<p>‘How ’n hell do I know?’</p> + +<p>‘He cullud?’</p> + +<p>‘Don’t look like it. Why? What of it?’</p> + +<p>‘Hm—nuthin’—’</p> + +<p>‘How many coupons y’ got tonight?’</p> + +<p>‘Ten.’ King Solomon handed them over.</p> + +<p>‘Y’ ought to’ve slipt ’em to me under the table, but it’s +all right now, long as we got this table to ourselves. Here’s +y’ medicine for tomorrer.’</p> + +<p>‘Wha’?’</p> + +<p>‘Reach under the table.’</p> + +<p>Gillis secured and pocketed the medicine.</p> + +<p>‘An’ here’s two-fifty for a good day’s work.’ Uggam +passed the money over. Perhaps he grew careless; certainly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</span> +the passing this time was above the table, in plain +sight.</p> + +<p>‘Thanks, Mouse.’</p> + +<p>Two white men had been watching Gillis and Uggam +from a table near by. In the tumult of merriment that rewarded +the entertainer’s most recent and daring effort, one +of these men, with a word to the other, came over and took +the vacant chair beside Gillis.</p> + +<p>‘Is your name Gillis?’</p> + +<p>‘’Tain’ nuthin’ else.’</p> + +<p>Uggam’s eyes narrowed.</p> + +<p>The white man showed King Solomon a police officer’s +badge.</p> + +<p>‘You’re wanted for dope-peddling. Will you come along +without trouble?’</p> + +<p>‘Fo’ what?’</p> + +<p>‘Violation of the narcotic law—dope-selling.’</p> + +<p>‘Who—me?’</p> + +<p>‘Come on, now, lay off that stuff. I saw what happened +just now myself.’ He addressed Uggam. ‘Do you know +this fellow?’</p> + +<p>‘Nope. Never saw him before tonight.’</p> + +<p>‘Didn’t I just see him sell you something?’</p> + +<p>‘Guess you did. We happened to be sittin’ here at the +same table and got to talkin’. After a while I says I can’t +seem to sleep nights, so he offers me sump’n he says’ll make +me sleep, all right. I don’t know what it is, but he says +he uses it himself an’ I offers to pay him what it cost him. +That’s how I come to take it. Guess he’s got more in his +pocket there now.’</p> + +<p>The detective reached deftly into the coat pocket of the +dumfounded King Solomon and withdrew a packet of +envelopes. He tore off a corner of one, emptied a half-dozen +tiny white tablets into his palm, and sneered triumphantly. +‘You’ll make a good witness,’ he told Uggam.</p> + +<p>The entertainer was issuing an ultimatum to all sweet +mammas who dared to monkey round her loving man. Her +audience was absorbed and delighted, with the exception +of one couple—the girl with the green stockings and her +escort. They sat directly in the line of vision of King +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</span> +Solomon’s wide eyes, which, in the calamity that had descended +upon him, for the moment saw nothing.</p> + +<p>‘Are you coming without trouble?’</p> + +<p>Mouse Uggam, his friend. Harlem. Land of plenty. +City of refuge—city of refuge. If you live long enough——</p> + +<p>Consciousness of what was happening between the pair +across the room suddenly broke through Gillis’s daze like +flame through smoke. The man was trying to kiss the girl +and she was resisting. Gillis jumped up. The detective, +taking the act for an attempt at escape, jumped with him +and was quick enough to intercept him. The second officer +came at once to his fellow’s aid, blowing his whistle several +times as he came.</p> + +<p>People overturned chairs getting out of the way, but +nobody ran for the door. It was an old crowd. A fight was +a treat; and the tall Negro could fight.</p> + +<p>‘Judas Priest!’</p> + +<p>‘Did you see that?’</p> + +<p>‘Damn!’</p> + +<p>White—both white. Five of Mose Joplin’s horses. Poisoning +a well. A year’s crops. Green stockings—white—white—</p> + +<p>‘That’s the time, papa!’</p> + +<p>‘Do it, big boy!’</p> + +<p>‘Good night!’</p> + +<p>Uggam watched tensely, with one eye on the door. The +second cop had blown for help——</p> + +<p>Downing one of the detectives a third time and turning +to grapple again with the other, Gillis found himself face +to face with a uniformed black policeman.</p> + +<p>He stopped as if stunned. For a moment he simply +stared. Into his mind swept his own words like a forgotten +song, suddenly recalled:</p> + +<p>‘Cullud policemans!’</p> + +<p>The officer stood ready, awaiting his rush.</p> + +<p>‘Even—got—cullud—policemans——’</p> + +<p>Very slowly King Solomon’s arms relaxed; very slowly he +stood erect; and the grin that came over his features had +something exultant about it.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_8_8" href="#FNanchor_8_8" class="label">[8]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Atlantic Monthly Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Rudolph Fisher.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">AN ARMY WITH BANNERS</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="AN_ARMY_WITH_BANNERS9"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +AN ARMY WITH BANNERS</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_9_9" href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By KATHARINE FULLERTON GEROULD + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>Harper’s Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Lewis hunting</span>, like thousands of other young Americans, +was a bond salesman. He had a kind of wayward +handsomeness that endeared him to women, together +with a deep voice and a gravely pleasant manner—both +purely physical attributes—which prevented his good looks +getting on the nerves of the men he dealt with. He was +moderately successful in business, was always well dressed +and provided with the comforts of life. A good many of +those comforts, naturally, went into his expense account; +but when he was not traveling, he lived with his widowed +mother, whom he partly supported, in a commonplace but +not uncomfortable suburban house. His mother, who +adored him, accepted everything he would give her as the +reward of her adoration. His father had hoped to send +Lewis to a good technical school, but he died at an unlucky +moment for Lewis—at the precise time, that is, when Lewis +had finished his high school course and could be considered +old enough to earn his living. College would have meant +sacrifices on his mother’s part which she would have thought +unnatural when she had a son who was six feet tall. Lewis +also would have thought them unnatural—for <em>his</em> mother; +though he saw the mothers of other young men moving into +apartments and doing their own work without thereby disfiguring +the noble countenance of Nature.</p> + +<p>Lewis Hunting was no moralist. He had to work, and he +did work. He was much away from home, and he fell into +a few casual adventures that would have shocked his mother +hopelessly. These adventures were very few, however; not +because Lewis minded doing things that would have shocked +his mother, had she known about them, but because even +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</span> +near-dissipation costs money; and he never forget that his +financial margin was hers, not his own. The adventures +were fairly sordid, as the limited contacts offered to a +young man in strange cities are apt to make them, and his +cynicism was deepened by them. In his later twenties +Lewis was living about as lonely an existence as a young +bond salesman can. When he was at the home office, he +spent most of his evenings with his mother (she complained +a great deal of loneliness)—reading, talking or listening to +her phonograph. When he was abroad in the land—which +was most of the year—he mitigated the solitude of hotel +rooms with visits to movie theaters or pool rooms. Mild +flirtations he could find anywhere, owing to his good looks +and engaging smile; but he was very wary of anything more +intimate or dramatic. He knew very little about women, +though he considered that he had plumbed female psychology +with an unerring lead line. Most women, he decided, +were on the make and no good. Girls he had known at +school, who had married his more prosperous comrades, +seemed—unless they were sunk invisibly into nurseries—as +shameless as the others. One or two of them, indeed, +made love to him; and that shocked Lewis almost as much +as it would have shocked Mrs. Hunting.</p> + +<p>You see him, then—young, bewildered, faintly unhappy +and vaguely aspiring beneath the cynicism that kept its +visible smoothness in the face of the smuttiest story or the +most shameless of feminine advances. The fact was that +Lewis would have expanded most naturally in the society +of the nicest people, and he never met them. Mrs. Hunting +made it a virtue to be too delicate and too sorrowful +for social contacts, and he had no relations that would have +knit him up, in this or that city, with the local aristocracy. +He was diffident with men who had been through college—probably +no one ever knew how he had grieved over the +frustration of his and his father’s hopes—and his diffidence +took the form of refusing, with such, to mix business +and pleasure. So even old customers, once rebuffed, did +not ask him to their homes. Being, on the whole, irreligious, +he eschewed all sociabilities that had a sectarian +tinge. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</span></p> + +<p>Not a very strong person to stand up against circumstances +or events or other people’s desires. That cynicism +of his, after all, was only skin-deep, and the boy beneath +was soft. When Netta Jacobs decided to marry him, he +was virtually helpless, for Netta was not only supple and +alluring—she was clever. When I say clever, I do not +mean to praise her understanding or her wit. She was +clever like a very clever animal: she had the instinct of +self-preservation so strongly developed that she selected +without difficulty the tone, the gesture, the look that would +serve her purpose. She was a finished egotist, if you like, +though “egotist” seems too big a word for her. It implies +cerebration, and Netta had no cerebration. She had the +protective coloring of the white ermine, the adaptability +of the giraffe that can lengthen its neck to crop the topmost +leaves, of the creature that has developed a lung fit to +breathe both air and water. Only, unluckily, she was +neither giraffe nor fish; she was human and capable of +passion—of that complicated emotion which does not afflict +the lower mammals. The lion stalking his prey is far less +terrible than the person who wants to possess another +human being, not only physically and financially but socially, +mentally, and morally. Netta never put it to herself +in that way, but it was so. She fell in love with Lewis +Hunting, and her whole organism set itself automatically +to the task of acquiring him. It is not often that one +person desires another with the totality of his being. Thus +Netta desired Lewis. She had no moral sense; but if she +had had one, that too would have clung to him. Lewis, of +course, had not the faintest chance against her; and between +the hour when he first saw her in Jere Wheaton’s office, and +the hour of the wedding among dusty palms and withering +blossoms in the living room of her married sister’s apartment, +only four months elapsed.</p> + +<p>They lived with Lewis’s mother in the not uncomfortable +suburban house. Netta intended to change all that; but +the best equipped organism recognizes impossibilities—temporary +ones. In order to get his mother to consent to the +marriage at all, Lewis had had to make absurd and vast +concessions. She made it clear to him that if he chucked +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</span> +her and married without her consent, he would literally end +her life. Besides, there was the question of money. Either +Netta would have to live with Mrs. Hunting, or Mrs. Hunting +would have to go to a cheap boarding-house. Netta, +who would not have cared in the least if Mrs. Hunting had +had to live in a Salvation Army Home or the State penitentiary, +realized that she would have to give in. For the +time being, Lewis was not yet completely her creature, +and you might as well ask him to break a blood vessel as +to turn his mother by force out of her house. Nothing +would be easier for her than to make—after marriage—the +situation impossible.</p> + +<p>That, of course, she proceeded to do, though it took a +fairly long time on account of Lewis’s protracted absences +from home. Given Mrs. Hunting, it was quite easy. +Lewis’s mother, deprived of her dominance, was acutely +uncomfortable. She hated Netta, she thought Lewis deluded +and doomed, and she kept herself within bounds only +because she knew she was playing a losing game. If Netta +had been a gentle soul, Mrs. Hunting would probably have +made her supremely unhappy. Netta was not a gentle +soul, and she made Mrs. Hunting unhappy instead. When +Lewis was at home, both women made him feel them +pathetic—suffering untold things for love of him. Netta +managed that, too, better than her mother-in-law.</p> + +<p>A year, two years wore away, and Lewis began to know +despair. Netta was all his, and her kisses made it clear. +But she hated his mother, she hated their mode of existence; +she was moving slowly but surely to the total elimination +of Mrs. Hunting from their lives. So much, for a time, +was he Netta’s that if she had asked anything less, she +might have had it. But what she asked of him, he felt, +was to kill his mother. Even for Netta he could not slay. +And there came, inevitably, a time when he criticized her +for asking him to.</p> + +<p>They had it out at last, one evening in their own room, +when he was just back from a month’s trip in the South. +Lewis, who had been listening to mocking-birds and smelling +cape-jessamine—his sojourns were seldom in such romantic +lands—came back with reawakened yearnings, the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</span> +old hope of beauty revivified in his foolish heart, to find +his home uglier than ever. His mother was querulous and +plain, and his wife—though as she caught him to her breast +in greeting and let her bright eyes and hair shimmer above +him, he was ravished again—seemed hard, for all the +cheaply perfumed softness of her body. He felt that there +was no kindness in her and wondered, for the first time, if +Netta would ever develop that tenderness which is the +loveliest by-product of passion.</p> + +<p>Lewis bent over his suitcase, unpacking things and flinging +them about; while Netta, standing between the twin +beds, removed and folded counterpanes and pillow covers +and wound the clock on the bed-table. Little, intimate, +beloved gestures ... but somehow tonight he did not love +them. If he closed his tired eyes, he could smell the jessamine. +Netta’s rustlings forbade him to hear the mockingbird.</p> + +<p>He straightened himself finally and snapped the suitcase +shut. Netta came towards him in all the luxury of orchid +négligée and cap.</p> + +<p>“Tired, honey?” She stretched her arms and yawned a +little.</p> + +<p>The answer to that was “No.” If he said “Yes,” she +would be close to him, enfolding him, comforting him, making +him forget everything but the physical fact of her. +That, he did not wish. “I’ve got a beastly headache,” he +said quietly.</p> + +<p>The barrier was now built between them, and she walked +away to her dressing-table. “Want some aspirin?” she +asked over her shoulder.</p> + +<p>“No, thanks.” Lewis often made these little mistakes. +By his refusal of aspirin he revealed to her that he had no +headache.</p> + +<p>“Oh—just cross.”</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it enough to make anybody cross—the kind of +thing I come back to?”</p> + +<p>“I’m very sorry you have to come back to it, Lewis. But +you would have it that way, you know.”</p> + +<p>“You certainly don’t try to make it any better.”</p> + +<p>“You’d better drop that right now,” she warned him. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</span> +“It doesn’t seem to occur to you that, at least, when you +come back to it, I’m here. I live with it, weeks on end, +when you aren’t here.”</p> + +<p>“If you mean, Net, that it’s all mother’s fault, you’re +wrong. She wasn’t like this until you came and made her +so. What makes the house so deadly is that you quarrel +with her all the time. I’m always having to apologize to +one of you for the other. I’m about fed up with it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you are, are you? And what about me? I’ve been +pretty patient, I think, but if you’re going to crab things, +I think I’ll have my say. I tell you I live with it all the +time. It’s a good deal worse when you’re not there, because +she’s afraid of you. And I don’t intend to live with it +much longer.”</p> + +<p>He didn’t want to quarrel, he reflected wearily. Why did +he have to? But his exacerbated nerves spoke for him. “I +honestly believe it’s more your fault than hers, because +you’re young and strong and she’s old and weak. She’s a +sick woman, half the time—has been for years. It won’t be +for long, Netta.”</p> + +<p>“You can bet it won’t be for long,” she murmured intensely. +She, too, was irritated; irritated because, as +always, his figure there before her set her heart to beating. +She did not want to quarrel, either; she wanted him to make +love to her. He wouldn’t; and therefore they quarrelled. +But Lewis surprised her. Standing there with folded arms, +looking gravely across at her, he went on, “If you’d have a +kid, Netta, I believe everything would come straight. +Mother would forget all about both of us if she had a +grandchild to fuss over. And you’d be too busy and happy +to mind little things.”</p> + +<p>She did not recover at once from her astonishment. “You +honestly mean that, Lewis? You’d like me to have a +baby?”</p> + +<p>“I’d like us to have a baby, of course,” he answered +quietly. “What did you suppose?”</p> + +<p>“Well, if you want a child, Lewis”—she too spoke very +quietly—“you’ll have to marry somebody else. I’ll never +have one if I can help it—and I guess I <em>can</em> help it.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t doubt it.” He turned away. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</span></p> + +<p>Netta, however, was not through. She had waited long +enough for this issue to define itself. As well now as any +other time. He had given her the cue with his reproaches.</p> + +<p>“And I’ve got something else to say,” she proceeded. “I +love you, Lewis, and you know it. I’ve tried out this idea +of yours about living with your mother. You can’t say I +haven’t given it a chance—for more than two years. Now, +either it gets broken up and you and I take an apartment +by ourselves, or I take a job and have a room of my own in +town, and you stick with her if you want to. But you +can’t have us both any longer. And I wouldn’t live in this +house even if she went away. I don’t want a house, anyway, +unless I’m a millionaire. It’s up to you.”</p> + +<p>His face crimsoned. “You know as well as anything +that I can’t run an apartment and this house both.”</p> + +<p>“I’m willing to take a job, anyhow,” Netta returned +triumphantly.</p> + +<p>“It would take all you made in any job to dress you. +The kind of thing you put on your back costs money.”</p> + +<p>“How about your own clothes?”</p> + +<p>“I have to be decent to do business. But I don’t buy +myself fur coats and mesh bags—or the sort of thing you’ve +got on at the present minute. I’m not blaming you for +wanting clothes, Net—I guess every woman does—but +unless we live right here I can’t swing it. Even if you +earned money yourself, I couldn’t afford to keep mother in +this house, with a maid, while we were somewhere else. I’ll +be making more money next year. We’ll see. It would +be pretty hard on mother to leave her; but maybe if I can +afford to keep her here, the way she is....”</p> + +<p>“All right,” Netta’s voice trembled. “I’ll look for that +job—<em>and</em> that room. It isn’t of any importance to me +that your mother should live in this house—or any house +or whether she has anybody to work for her or not. I’ve +lived with her for two years, and you can take it from me, +she’s the limit. You can live with her if you want to. I +won’t—not another week! This family stuff doesn’t go +down with me—any of it.” She laughed unpleasantly. “If +you come to your senses any time and want to treat your +wife properly, you’ll know where to find me. I’ve never +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</span> +looked at another man and don’t expect to. There’s nothing +gay about me.”</p> + +<p>Curiously enough, it was just at the moment when Netta +declared herself innocent of intent to wrong him that the +idea of divorce first entered, explicitly, Lewis Hunting’s +mind. In that tired nervous hour he did not care whether +she flirted—or more—with a dozen men. He had come to +her that evening after a journey that had reawakened old +desires—for peace, for sweetness, for calm domesticity, for +affections normally diffused, for passion expressed in ways +that were not wholly of the flesh. Netta knew as well as +he what he could do and what he could not. She asked of +him to forsake all duties and take her to some perfumed +lair where they could lie as beasts at ease. He no longer +cared much for his mother—Netta had finished off that job +very neatly—but her hold on him was immemorial. He had +no desire to live with her, but he would never fling her out +of doors to die. If Netta would only wait another year—but +she wouldn’t wait, she said; and after all (he asked +himself) what would they be waiting for? Netta would +not have a child, she would not have a home, she would not +have anything—except love-making, which must some day +cease. In that hour he knew that he could not endure forever +the life Netta offered him, and from that moment, +really, began his wary plotting for freedom. Standing there +delicately clad, flushed and tempting, she was desirable in +his eyes ... but, inevitably, after two years she had ceased +to be a miracle. She, so prodigal of lures, had neglected +every lure she might have spread for his incorporeal +imagination. Even passion must be bolstered up, quickened, +preserved by something besides itself. Netta, he +thought coldly, had counted too much on passion. Oh, yes, +he could kiss her and draw her bright head to his shoulder—and +like it; but her perfume would destroy the memory +of jessamine, her voice the echo of the mocking-bird. Tired, +tired he was....</p> + +<p>“All right, Netta. Take your job and hire your room. +Perhaps you’ll come to feel differently about it.” And +already he was hoping that she wouldn’t. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</span></p> + +<p>She breathed hard. “You mean it? You’d rather have +your mother than me?”</p> + +<p>“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t like the way we live. But I’m +not willing to kill her to please you. So if you can’t stand +it any longer, you’ll have to do as you like. As I say, you +may change your mind.”</p> + +<p>She wept softly. “I love you so, Lewis. It isn’t fair.”</p> + +<p>His lips tightened. “And I love you, Netta. But it +doesn’t seem to be enough, does it?” He kept the width of +the room between them. He did not wish to be drawn into +the quick charm of her proximity. “I shall have to be +away a good deal the next months. They’re thinking about +a Western branch, and I may have to talk it up out there, +more or less. It would be worse than ever for you here, I +suppose.”</p> + +<p>“And when you come back, Lewis, are you coming to +your mother or to me?”</p> + +<p>He hadn’t thought of that. But of course he couldn’t +plan anything yet. “We could both come here, at those +times, couldn’t we?” he temporized.</p> + +<p>Her anger flared up. “No! When I’m once out of this +house, I’ll never set foot in it again—except for a funeral.”</p> + +<p>That was the end, he thought. Funny that she shouldn’t +know it was the end—which was not reasonable of Lewis, +for cruel things had been said before and ignored if not +truly forgotten.</p> + +<p>“We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m awfully tired now. Good-night.” +He slipped into his bed, leaving her to put out the +lamp and raise the windows. His tone was utterly spent, +and beyond “Good-night” she did not speak to him again.</p> + +<p>That was the most explicit talk they had. Earlier there +had been bickerings, but all the quarrels were intended to +be—and were—smoothed out and composed. These particular +statements and retorts were never cancelled.</p> + +<p>Netta, who really wanted Lewis more than anything +else, had made the mistake of permitting herself, temporarily, +to want something else more: freedom, frank expression +of her hatred and weariness, the luxury of a defiant +gesture. Lewis, at the same moment, came to the belief +that what he wanted was peace—and love only if it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</span> +brought peace in its train. Alas! he wanted even more +than peace: seemliness in the ordering of his life, beauty +in its texture—intimations of immortality, perhaps. But +peace was what he called it. “A man has a right to some +peace”—thus he cloaked, or approximated, his yearning.</p> + +<p>Destiny then made, in his direction, a few positively +affectionate gestures. He wanted to get away, and it +became his professional duty to get away. His firm decided +to establish a connection on the Coast and kept Lewis for +some months traveling between Far Western cities. Twice, +in the interval, he came East for hasty visits to the home +office. He worked hard on this job; put his very best into +it; for he intended to demand, when arrangements were +completed, a Western post. Out there, it seemed to him, +he could create life anew. Time enough to make domestic +plans when he got his business completed.</p> + +<p>Netta had found her job—she made not at all a bad secretary—and +had duly given Lewis the address of her office. +On his first arrival in the East he telephoned to her. Over +the telephone she spoke eagerly—caressed him, as it were; +and Lewis, exhilarated by Western air, soothed by long +absence of domestic fret, found tenderness creeping back +into his own voice—almost, indeed, into his heart. He +could see her vivid figure across the channeled space between +them. He told her he must go to his mother’s for the +night, asked her to join him. It was good tactics, though +at the moment he was not thinking of tactics; he merely +wanted every one to be happy. Perhaps, once out there in +another atmosphere, all three of them.... But Netta’s +voice slid sharply into reproach, and he felt again all the +menace that lay in her vividness.</p> + +<p>“Indeed I will not, Lewis. You can go and see her, of +course, but I’m not going to. I should think you’d want to +see me first, but if you don’t, you can go and have dinner +with her and then come back and meet me. I can’t spring +you on my landlady very well, since she’s never seen you, +but we can live at a hotel while you’re here.”</p> + +<p>His voice changed too. “We can talk about that later. +There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be decent and go out +with me, just for tonight.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</span></p> + +<p>She did not know that it was an ultimatum; she misread +his annoyance, taking it for impatience, and laughed +harshly. “Not much, Lewis! When you want me, you’ll +come to me. I’m a good wife, but I’m a darned poor +daughter-in-law.... Where do I meet you tonight?”</p> + +<p>“You don’t meet me anywhere—tonight.”</p> + +<p>He hung up the receiver, and she heard its sharp click. +Even then she did not suspect. She was still gloating over +the first warmth of his voice and could not know that the +warmth had meant very little—that her chance had been +very small and that she had thrown that chance away. +Lewis did not so much blame Netta for her attitude to his +mother as accuse her, in his heart, of being a person who +would make no sacrifices to any situation that might arise. +Mrs. Hunting was not so much a special case as the sort of +thing that, in a hundred forms, might happen to any one. +Netta was hard and always would be. Even suppose his +mother were dead: there would always be this or that thing +to strike Netta as intolerable. It was the principle of the +thing. No; they would never find that peace which, more +than ever in an unfamiliar and beautiful landscape, had +seemed every man’s right. Netta waited in vain for a sign +from him. She got none.</p> + +<p>Netta, unaware that Hunting was expecting to be definitely +settled in the West, thought a waiting game the +wisest. If he once came back to living in his mother’s +house, he wouldn’t be able to bear her absence. He’d come +running, she believed. But he never did live there without +her, and the place never had a chance to stir old memories. +He was continuously away and, except in connection with +divorce, Netta did not enter his mind. Her clutch was +finally off him. He seemed to himself to know her wholly, +to be completely aware of her character and to spurn it with +reason. He did not know Netta wholly, as he was later to +discover; but at this time he felt supremely capable of +judging her.</p> + +<p>Lewis, whom marriage and discontent had greatly matured, +did good work for his firm. When he demanded his +promotion and his transfer, he got them both. He had +worked overtime for many months, giving to his business +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</span> +not only all his mind but all his secret stores of energy. He +was not working for a woman this time, but to get rid of +one. The spur was equally effective. When the “flu” hit +him in San Francisco, it found him ready prey. Later, +facing a limp and helpless convalescence, he asked for a +long leave of absence, and it was granted. The length of +the holiday he asked was the period needed for a divorce +under Nevada laws.</p> + +<p>In spite of increases and promotions, in spite of the +absence of Netta’s bills, Lewis had not a large store of +money with which to buy his freedom. He would have, he +realized, to send less money to his mother, and he wrote her +frankly to that effect. He rather dreaded her answer, +though he was grim enough about his own intentions. He +need not have been afraid. Mrs. Hunting, who could not +have lived in an apartment and fended for herself in order +to give his youth more scope or his career more chance, +could find both strength and money when it came to getting +rid of the daughter-in-law she detested. She could even +find the old adoration for Lewis, which had been much +obscured by jealous resentment. She saw herself once +more—with Netta out of the way—playing a winning game +with her son; and her heart overflowed with kindness to +him. When these troubles were over, she and her darling +boy were going to be happy once more as they used to be. +There is no doubt that she meant what she said. She +really believed that they had been happy before his marriage; +she thought of him as her darling boy. When she +dismissed her expensive maid, got an ancient cousin in to +keep her dismal company, bade Lewis send her no money +until he was free and, in addition, sent him a handsome +check, she felt these actions right and natural, a duty and +a pleasure. Mrs. Hunting had despaired, and now she had +hope. Lewis would now be bound forever to his self-sacrificing, +generous, devoted mother.</p> + +<p>Most people’s emotions are even more muddled than +their minds; and there can be no question that Mrs. Hunting, +playing her unanswerable trumps, loved Lewis more +than she had ever loved him. His emotional rejection of +Netta she took for an emotional acceptance of herself. She +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</span> +saw herself preferred: and it warmed her confused heart. +Lewis was misread by his mother as he had been by his +wife. He knew perfectly that they had not been happy +before Netta came, and he thought his mother’s sacrifices +belated. Though he was grateful for her assistance, the +past could not be undone, and no new relation could be +built up. He was grateful that she helped instead of hindering, +as he was grateful for fine weather in place of +storm. His loyalty was perhaps increased by gratitude, +but the quantity of his affection for her had long since +been fixed. He wrote to her regularly and with the utmost +kindness; but it was too late for her to push any further +into his heart.</p> + +<p>Perhaps he was the happier that no intimate relation +needed readjusting. For the first three months of Lewis +Hunting’s sojourn in the little Nevada town were by all +odds the happiest of his life. He saw his future clear, and +for once he saw it bright. He had been afraid—though +reassured by his lawyer—that Netta would put up a fight; +but the fact was that Netta could not. She had no money +with which to fight the case; and she discovered very soon +that, though New York would have held her a virtuous +wife, from the point of view of the more sensitive state of +Nevada she had sinned. She had refused to live under +what was legally her husband’s roof; she had explicitly refused +to give him children or a home, even to speak to his +aged mother; she had indulged, indeed, in an absolute orgy +of mental cruelty. These things were easily proved. It +would have taken money to deprive Lewis of his decree, +and money she had not. Nor did Lewis have enough to +tempt any lawyer to take her case “on spec.” Netta knew +that she was beaten. Yet—had she but known it—she had +allies dimly mustering on her side. Netta was all instinct, +and fate looks on instinct with a kindly eye.</p> + +<p>Until strength flowed back into him Lewis was content +to lie on the tiny porch of his tiny apartment, staring at +the Sierras; and the exertion of going out to his meals and +seeing his lawyer, when necessary, was sufficient to his +weakened body. After some weeks, however, he tired of +watching, in solitude and silence, the dwindling snow +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</span> +patches. Energy returned, subtly heightened by the hope +that was his. As the months counted themselves off, he +felt Netta a lesser and lesser burden—slipping, slipping +from his back. His shoulders ached less with the weight of +her. Cheerfulness returned, and he began to welcome the +ordinary human contacts. He was not looking for excitement, +of which he well knew there was plenty. Neither +poker, roulette, bad whiskey, nor rash divorcées appealed +to him. Though not over-fastidious, he did not care to +seize the day. He hoped, instead to seize the whole of life. +Certainly he intended sometime to marry again—some girl +opposed at every point to Netta; intended to have a home, +and kids, and a car, and a radio set, and (so far had he +become infected with the West) a view. He didn’t know +just what she would be like, but he would not find her here.</p> + +<p>The doctor whom he felt obliged to consult suggested a +car and long drives in the open. He finally bought a small +one out of his mother’s check, knowing that he could sell +it again. But to face the inhuman beauty of that landscape +one needs a human companion; some one who is equally +dwarfed and conquered by the uncaring peaks and the hostile +desert. Rather diffidently—you must remember that +Lewis was not vain; he undervalued his charm, indeed, +since it had brought him only Netta—he asked Mona +Jeffers to drive with him; once, and then again and again.</p> + +<p>The girl—a poor relation—was companioning a cousin +who soon found that she need not depend on Mona for +excitement. Indeed, Mona was a mere hindrance to Mrs. +Tilton on most occasions. She needed the girl there on +general principles and would not send her home; but she +wanted her out of the flat a large part of the time. Mona’s +insipidity, to Mrs. Tilton’s mind, was complete. She used +her as she needed her, but she used her less and less—especially +after she discovered roulette and acquired a rather +shady lover. So the colorless Mona was free to sit beside +Lewis while they drove afar. Her quietness, her decency, +her very lack of good looks soothed him who was tired alike +of Venus and the Furies. Love never entered his head. He +expected that shadowy future bride to be handsomer than +Mona—for men demand everything and are not satisfied +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</span> +until sex blinds them into thinking they have got it. They +were blithe days for Lewis: health recovered, hope enlarging +itself on his horizon, the weeks passing swiftly by, the +little car for magic carpet, and Mona to exorcise the demons +of the hills. Every one was civil to him, and he rejected far +more advances than he accepted. All pointed to his being, +through a long life, a happy and useful citizen. Lewis, who +was an unimaginative creature, found sanctions all about +him for his content. He called them omens or “hunches.”</p> + +<p>Without being superstitious or sentimental one may suspect +that Nature lays traps for mortals, and that the trap +is no less a trap for being seldom sprung. No doubt, for +that matter, a man often comes through unscathed. There +is a spot—a sharp turn of the precipitous road, where a man +is uplifted for an instant, defenseless and naked to his +stalkers above him on all sides—which goes (not without +reason) by the name of Dead Man’s Point. The term inherits +from the days when those who fetched gold from +Virginia City were apt to lose it—and necessarily their +lives—at this place. For a few moments as he toiled past +a man became, in the nature of things, a target; his best +friend would have taken imaginary sight and aim. When +you had finished him—in the old days—the disposal of the +body offered no difficulties. You rolled him over the precipice +into the trackless gorge, and sheriffs were thereby confounded. +Booty on that road is now as rare as bandits. +Nature, however, pays little attention to the infinitesimal +changes of human history: her traps remain traps. Some +spots are forever sinister, and this is one of them. The gold +may have gone, but, for a softer generation, the view +remains; and a foolish youth with bad liquor inside him, +driving a car too fast, is as perilous as two guns and a total +lack of morals ever were.</p> + +<p>There was nothing in Lewis Hunting’s heart to cope with +that view, which is desolate and terrifying—and beautiful—beyond +most. He was not in its class; nor was Mona. But +the mere size and scale and arrangement of it impose themselves. +You <em>must</em> turn back to look, at Dead Man’s Point, +before you forsake that range for others. Lewis and Mona +turned to look—and Johnny Stevens, innocent of everything +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</span> +but that foolish drink, crashed into them at a curious +tangent. Mona was flung free, falling, with infinite bruising +of her tender flesh, upon rock; but the tilt of the car was +such that Lewis was half caught beneath it. It rocked +horridly like a hanging stone—one of those natural wonders +that attract tourists—and then, rolling over, slid down the +path of the corpses. Lewis, whose hands had stretched out +instinctively and caught themselves with desperation in a +stiff clump of sage, was left—though precariously—behind +buttressed for the moment by a few stones of which the +car in its final plunge had made nothing. They could not +deter the machine, but they sufficed to deter him until +Johnny Stevens, sobered by the shock, had dragged him to +what is known as safety. Mona came later—half fainting, +half crying, but not badly injured. By the time a fresh +car came over the pass and picked them up, Lewis was +luckily unconscious. They wound slowly home, and Nature—a +beast, first, last, and all the time except when she is +broke to the service of God—resumed her wise, incomparable +smile. A little thing like loose wreckage cannot mar +a view like that.</p> + +<p>Science, which loves the part more than the whole, took +hold of Lewis Hunting and made him one of her choicest +fragments. No one could have blamed those able surgeons +for being proud of themselves; but, true to type, they were +not that: they were proud of Lewis. Half a healthy man is +better than a whole man with a trace of sepsis; and Lewis—both +legs neatly shorn off between knee and hip—was Exhibit +A, a victory, an exultation. His blood was pure, +his heart strong, his constitution magnificent, his recovery +just what the recovery of the normal man should be. +He had not hampered either Nature or Science in any way. +The doctors felt affection for him because of his strong +heart and untainted blood, and assured him earnestly that +there was no reason why he should not live for fifty years. +Lewis heard the words but did not measure their full significance +until later.</p> + +<p>Numbers of people came to see him in the hospital; +flowers and fruits stood about until his eyes wearied of +them. He was setting his teeth harder than he had ever +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</span> +done in his life, and he could not unclasp his jaws to +breathe the sweetness of roses or taste the pulp of figs. His +lawyer had, at his request, written—not telegraphed—to +his mother; and in the letter lay a plain request that the +news should be kept, by hook or crook, from Netta. The +lawyer humored him, writing precisely what Lewis wished; +but as that miraculous convalescence progressed, he wondered. +No one, of course, would be such a brute as to suggest +to Lewis that he change his plans to match his prospects. +But—well, <em>but</em>.... They moved him to the hotel +when he left the hospital, and guests and employees vied +with each other for the task of pushing his wheelchair in +and out of the elevator and dining room. A visiting nurse +did the necessary things for a time, but the wounds healed +as by a miracle. Six weeks after the accident Lewis was +tensely calm: adjusting himself; writing to his firm; trying +to apprehend, little by little, what a man with no legs would +be able to do for fifty years. His mental mood had not yet +relaxed to despair, and his body inflicted no fevers, no +relapses upon him. But as he had not reckoned with +Nature, so he had not reckoned with Netta, who was +Nature’s protégée.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hunting—distraught, half maddened—had for a +time kept Lewis’s command not to let Netta know. But +though Netta never read newspapers and had few intimate +friends, the news eventually came to her. Some one had +noticed the identity of names. The moment Netta heard +of it, she asked permission to absent herself, and rushed to +Mrs. Hunting’s suburban home. She made no mistakes this +time: her instincts served her well. Lewis’s mother had +become, by this stroke, her chief ally, and from the first +moment Netta treated her as such. Within an hour she +had got from Mrs. Hunting precisely what she wanted. Nor +is Mrs. Hunting to be too much blamed for playing into +Netta’s hands. She had cried over the maiming of her boy, +her heart had indeed been well-nigh broken. Yet, confusedly, +she saw him as wreckage—beloved wreckage, no +doubt; but there was no triumph in possessing him. She +had wanted him all to herself, and now, inevitably, she had +him thus; and her weak old shoulders trembled under the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</span> +burden. Being everything to him, as he had hitherto defined +it, was being the chief recipient of his favors. The +poor woman was discouraged to the marrow; she had no +gift for meeting new and shattering situations. Her grievance +against Netta had always been on her own behalf—not +really on her son’s. She was, of course, leagues away from +understanding Lewis, who had indeed never done her the +honor of explaining himself to her.</p> + +<p>Netta cooed over her, Netta wrapped her in pity and +compliments, Netta expressed remorse as inclusive as it +was vague. Only the last of their talk need be recorded; +and much had been decided between them earlier.</p> + +<p>“But, Netta, how can I let you go when he told me not to +let you know?”</p> + +<p>“You can’t keep me from him. My boss will lend me the +money to go, if I ask him.”</p> + +<p>“No, no. I’ll give you the money. But do you realize +what it means, Netta?”</p> + +<p>“Do I realize? What do you take me for? I realize that +Lewis is down and out, forever.”</p> + +<p>The feeble tears stood in Mrs. Hunting’s eyes. “Yes, +that’s true. He is. What are you going to do when you +get there?”</p> + +<p>“Take care of him, of course. He’s still my husband.”</p> + +<p>“You forgive him for wanting to divorce you?”</p> + +<p>Netta’s mouth twisted. Forgiveness was something she +had never in the least understood. “It has all been a horrible +mistake. And now Lewis will realize it. He’ll find +that his wife is going to stand by him, no matter what has +happened. Bygones are bygones.”</p> + +<p>“Netta”—the older woman’s voice shook—“I didn’t +know you had it in you. I guess I never understood you +before.” She had never been further from understanding +Netta than she was at that moment, but she spoke in the +utmost honesty. To stick to a broken man who could give +her nothing, who had cast her off with insult ... why, +Netta was wonderful.</p> + +<p>“You’re going to take him back,” she marveled humbly.</p> + +<p>“Sure I am.”</p> + +<p>“He ought to worship you, Netta.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</span></p> + +<p>Even Netta was a little at loss to answer that. “Lewis +doesn’t worship people, I guess. But we’ll be all right.”</p> + +<p>“I never did believe in divorce,” sighed Mrs. Hunting. +It was quite true, and she felt reminiscently ashamed of +having so welcomed her son’s.</p> + +<p>The two women kissed, and Netta, with Mrs. Hunting’s +check in her bag, departed to pack and make reservations. +Lewis’s mother watched her go, and pure admiration filled +her heart. She wouldn’t have expected it of Netta who +could so easily, after the divorce, have married again. If +only the dear Lord would help her to carry it through! A +little toneless prayer went up that night from Mrs. Hunting’s +lips that Netta might find her strength and her reward. +Netta, meanwhile, alert and flushed, was moving about her +room, packing her trunk and humming. Never had she felt +less need of pity. <em>She</em> was again for Cydnus, to meet Mark +Antony.</p> + +<p>Her train, she found, would arrive at a hideously inconvenient +hour; so she stopped short of her goal, had a night’s +rest in another town, and motored over in the happy morning +light. Her heart was beating hard as she faced the +hotel clerk and registered. His quick, excited glance of +sympathy and admiration encouraged her. She realized +afresh the tremendous handicap in her favor. She was, +after all, still a wife.</p> + +<p>“I’ll telephone up,” stammered the clerk.</p> + +<p>Netta bent across the counter and smiled at him gently. +The result was to make him feel that some men had all the +luck. For a hopeless cripple to get any woman back after +trying to get rid of her—and such a good looking one....</p> + +<p>“No,” she said. “I’ve got to see him. And I think it +will be easier for both of us if I just walk in. I came as +soon as I heard. Does he suffer?” She dropped her voice +sympathetically.</p> + +<p>“Not now. He’s made a wonderful recovery, they say.”</p> + +<p>She nodded. “I’ll just go up and knock at his door. +What is the number?”</p> + +<p>He told her. “Shall I give you a room?”</p> + +<p>Netta flushed a little. “Suppose you wait until I come +down. Here is my trunk check.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</span></p> + +<p>The elevator girl stared at Netta when she revealed her +name and her errand. As soon as Netta was well down the +corridor, the girl shot the car to the basement where her +favorite bell boy would be haunting the pool-room entrance. +She crooked a finger at him. “Say, Ted, who’d you s’pose +I just took up to Mr. Hunting’s room? His wife! Gosh, +she’s a wonder—and some looker. Goin’ to take him back, +I guess. Don’t you ever talk to me about women again. +There’s some of ’em that’s worth all the men in creation.” +The elevator rose, preventing retort.</p> + +<p>Netta already had laid her finger on the pulse of Nevada. +She had been a little afraid of this special atmosphere +which, she thought, might be like nothing else in our +great country. But apparently, even in the stronghold of +divorce, fidelity was valued. The mere glances of the clerk +and the elevator girl had made that clear. Nevada itself +would back her, she now suspected, just as Mrs. Hunting +had done. She knocked at Lewis’s door and entered.</p> + +<p>Lewis sat by the window, a rug spread over him from +the waist down. He turned, expecting a bell boy. He +saw Netta instead, and so profound was the shock that it +seemed instantly inevitable. The fact was too monstrous +for doubt. There was hopelessness beneath his hot flush, +though his voice was cold and stern.</p> + +<p>“Netta! Why are you here?”</p> + +<p>Netta took off her gloves, went into the bathroom and +washed her hands. She came back, drew up a chair near +(but not too near) him and sat down. Only then did she +speak.</p> + +<p>“I’m here to talk to you, first of all, Lewis. And then to +see what I can do for you.”</p> + +<p>“How did you hear about this?” He pointed at the +rug.</p> + +<p>“It must have been in the papers. Some one spoke to me +about it, finally. So I went to see Mother Hunting, and +she told me everything.”</p> + +<p>“Did she know you were coming out here?”</p> + +<p>“Why, of course she knew, Lewis. She helped me to +come and gave me her blessing.”</p> + +<p>More virtue went out of him as he heard these words. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</span></p> + +<p>“My mother doesn’t understand anything about my position,” +he said harshly. “There’s nothing you can do for +me. Sorry you had the trip. And now you had better get +out as soon as possible. How did they happen to let you +up here?”</p> + +<p>Netta made no show of temper—which was ominous, +Lewis thought. A row, he considered, would be the very +best thing that could happen.</p> + +<p>“Well, you see, Lewis dear, I am still your wife. And I +think,” she spoke gently to veil the brutality of what was +to come—“most people would feel that a man in your position +couldn’t refuse to see his wife, if she were willing to +see him. It isn’t as if you ever had any real grounds +against me, you know. I suppose you thought you’d marry +again. Well, I don’t see how you ever can, do you?”</p> + +<p>“Of course I shall never marry again,” he said shortly. +She had got beneath his skin—Netta always did—and he +felt weak tears starting.</p> + +<p>“Somebody’s got to take care of you, Lewis, you know. +And if your mother and I are willing to do it, between us, +I guess you can only be thankful to us. I shall keep on +working, of course.”</p> + +<p>“I’d rather starve,” Lewis answered simply.</p> + +<p>“That’s foolish,” his wife replied mildly “—dead silly. +Where would you starve? And how? You can be very +sure of one thing, Lewis. Your friends aren’t going to look +after you while your own family stand ready to do it.”</p> + +<p>“Why do you come and badger me like this?” It was +weak, and he knew it; but he could not tell her in plain +words that he hated her. The loss of his physical integrity +somehow made it impossible to utter so complete and violent +a truth.</p> + +<p>Netta rose. “I suppose if I told you I loved you, Lewis, +you wouldn’t understand. But I’ve always loved you. You +knew when you left me, when you tried to divorce me, +that I loved you. Do you suppose a woman who didn’t +love you would come back to you, after the way I’ve been +treated, and after what has happened to you? You can +put it up to your precious lawyer if you want to. I guess +you’ll find that even in the state of Nevada people will +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</span> +consider that a wife who’s ready to forgive what I’m ready +to forgive, and to take care of you the rest of your life, is +worth paying some attention to.”</p> + +<p>“It’s no use talking, Netta. I don’t love you—not a +damn bit. What do you want me for?”</p> + +<p>She bent over him, not touching him. “Darned if I +know, Lewis. But I do want you—and I intend to have +you. I don’t see how you’re going to stop it. No, you +needn’t worry—I’m not going to kiss you. Some day”—she +looked at him strangely, scrutinizingly—“you’ll be asking +for it. I’ll wait for that, thanks.”</p> + +<p>A bell boy knocked and entered just then to take Lewis +down to the dining room. If he was half an hour earlier +than usual, he can hardly be blamed. The hotel was buzzing +from lobby to kitchen. Word had already gone forth +upon the streets of the town concerning the beautiful forgiving +wife who had appeared like an angel in the desert. +It must be remembered that in Nevada the presumption +against the forsaken spouse is not very strong.</p> + +<p>“You had better go down alone today, Lewis,” Netta +said. “I’ll go out and do an errand or two, and lunch later.”</p> + +<p>She left them in the lobby. There were two people she +wanted to see before she talked with Lewis again. Thanks +to Mrs. Hunting, she knew the names of both, and a telephone +book did the rest.</p> + +<p>The interview with Lewis’s lawyer came first. Netta +did not attempt to commit him to anything. She merely +announced her presence and her intentions; and she did not +fail to refer obliquely to the fact that, however the situation +broke, there could be no money in it for any one.</p> + +<p>“Of course I know you’ll have to talk with my husband,” +she said finally, as she rose. “But the fact is that he’s down +and out, and I’m willing to forget everything and work for +the rest of my life to support him. I’m afraid I am his only +chance.” She shook her tawny head a little pathetically +and departed.</p> + +<p>Netta permitted herself a sandwich and a cup of coffee +before the second encounter. It was possible, she realized, +that Lewis had fallen in love; and in spite of Netta’s brave +sarcasms she knew it also to be possible that another +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</span> +woman had fallen in love with him. If she, Netta, could +keep on loving him, another woman might. And if the +other woman were rich, she might even allow herself the +luxury of a crippled husband. Her hand trembled a little +as she rang the bell of Mrs. Tilton’s apartment.</p> + +<p>She could have shouted for joy, once face to face with +Mona Jeffers. If she couldn’t cut out that pale creature, +she wasn’t much good, she opined. She prepared to do +battle, rather contemptuously. But Mona surprised her at +once.</p> + +<p>“We heard that you had come on, Mrs. Hunting. My +cousin just came in from shopping. Things get round +pretty quickly in this place.” The girl was panting slightly, +and Netta watched her, catlike, to see what would come. +“Oh, I do hope it’s true, Mrs. Hunting, that you’re ready to +make it up and take him back!”</p> + +<p>So, even if Lewis wanted this chit, she didn’t want him. +She had only Lewis to fight, after all.</p> + +<p>“I certainly am, Miss Jeffers. I only want to stand by +him and take care of him, if he’ll let me.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, how glad I am, Mrs. Hunting. Why”—the girl +spoke softly—“it is almost worth while it should have happened +if it brings you together again.”</p> + +<p>Precisely what Netta had thought; but she had not +expected any one else to say it. Suspicion attacked her +again.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t say that, Miss Jeffers. It’s a pretty awful +thing that’s happened. But he’s my husband, and I feel +we belong to each other. The real reason I came to see +you”—she went on very gravely—“was that I knew you +were together at the time of the accident. I didn’t know +but you and he had fallen in love with each other—meant +to get married when he got his decree.”</p> + +<p>The pale girl flushed. “Oh, no, Mrs. Hunting. There +wasn’t a thing—ever!” She gave a little involuntary shiver.</p> + +<p>Netta noted the shiver and could have laughed aloud. +Whatever Lewis might have wanted, this girl didn’t want +him. Poor old Lewis! His day of charm was over—excepting +always for her. Funny: somehow he had “got” her for all +time, but it looked as if he would never “get” any one else. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</span></p> + +<p>She smiled as she rose to go. “You must remember, Miss +Jeffers, that Mr. Hunting has been trying to divorce me. +I don’t know yet what he will do.”</p> + +<p>“Do?” the girl exclaimed. “Why, of course he’ll worship +you. Not many women would do what you are doing.”</p> + +<p>Wouldn’t they? Netta wondered silently as she went +out upon the street. Well, perhaps other people didn’t +know what they wanted. She had never been troubled that +way. But it was clear to her that no one was going to +interfere with her taking on the whole burden of Lewis +Hunting. Relief was in all their voices. Netta took a room +at the hotel, but she did not try to see Lewis again. She +dined outside the hotel and filled in the evening at a movie. +In the theater she was aware of being covertly pointed out. +Before retiring she sent a note to Lewis, saying that she +should not see him until he sent for her.</p> + +<p>Lewis, however, did not take long to capitulate. After +talking with a few people he saw that, in the eyes of public +opinion, he had no case. It was cold fact that Netta was +behaving with great magnanimity. He was helpless, done +for, and she was willing to take him on. The fact that he +didn’t want to live with her seemed very small in comparison—everybody +blew it away, and indeed the mere hint of +it seemed to shock. Half a man has no right to the prejudices +and preferences of the whole man. How could he +fight against the heroine of the hour? He sent for his wife +on the second day, and she came at once.</p> + +<p>“Well, Lewis?”</p> + +<p>“Well, Netta.”</p> + +<p>That seemed to be all. Then he said haltingly, “I am very +grateful to you, Netta.”</p> + +<p>“You’ve got reason to be,” she answered briskly. “I’ll +move next door tomorrow, and you won’t have to hire other +people to wait on you. Perhaps I had better begin by taking +you down to dinner tonight.” She moved about the +room, tidying it. Her presence seemed to flow into the +farthest crannies of the chamber, and his nerves began the +old gestures of revolt. There was never to be peace.</p> + +<p>“Let’s go down early,” he said roughly.</p> + +<p>“All right.” She wheeled him into the elevator and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</span> +wheeled him out and into the dining room. As they moved +through the palm room, she heard an unattractive citizen +remark aside, “I’ve got pretty cynical, living in this place; +but by heck, a woman like that almost gives me back my +faith in human nature.” Evidently Lewis had heard it too, +for he flushed.</p> + +<p>At the table he ordered, but ate little. Instead, he stared +ahead of him—still flushed and curiously, stonily handsome. +They talked very little. Netta too was flushed and +shaken—with victory. She had got Lewis back forever, +and food was unimportant. Money was the thing that was +going to trouble her next.</p> + +<p>Lewis was dealing with the future, as well as she. He +was beginning to realize—the overheard words had thrust +it on him—that not only must he live with Netta, endure her +unmodulated hardness, perhaps even her strong caresses, +but must always be humble with gratitude. He would have +died rather than kneel to her, three months ago, when he +had knees to kneel with; but, symbolically, he must do just +that—forever.</p> + +<p>“Let’s stick round the lobby awhile,” he proposed.</p> + +<p>“All right, if you want to.”</p> + +<p>But suddenly he clutched the chair-arm. “No—upstairs!” +He had wanted to put off being alone with her, +but he had been wrong. It was more terrible to sit there +with her, hero and heroine, under those cynical eyes made +soft again by the spectacle of them.</p> + +<p>“All right,” said Netta again. “Just wait until I go to +the newsstand and get some magazines.” She left him, and +he closed his eyes.</p> + +<p>A voice in his ear made him open them. “It’s terrible for +you—her coming like this. But be brave. Nothing lasts +forever. Be brave.” The speaker passed on—a woman he +had never known but whom, like all the other hotel guests, +he had noted for her distinction of bearing and garb. She +was not in the least of Lewis’s—or of the others’—world, +and she would never have employed a young woman so +aggressive and sharp as Netta.</p> + +<p>“Who is your friend?” he heard his wife ask. Strolling +back with her magazines, she had noted the clothes, the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</span> +air, the aspect of the older woman who had paused—though +barely—by her husband’s chair.</p> + +<p>“I never spoke to her before, and I haven’t any idea,” +he replied. “There are all sorts of people round this place.”</p> + +<p>He spoke very quietly. It was suddenly easier to be +patient. Somehow that woman, with her mere passing +murmur of sympathy, had picked his dignity out of the +dust and handed it back to him. They had to wait for the +elevator, and a cold draft assailed them, blowing directly +through the little lobby from the street. Netta took off her +scarf and folded it round his shoulders with a solicitous, +possessive smile. The world looked on, with moist eyes.... +Lewis set his teeth, squared his fine shoulders, and +looked straight ahead of him with pride.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_9_9" href="#FNanchor_9_9" class="label">[9]</a> Copyright, 1925, by Harper & Brothers.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Katharine Fullerton Gerould.</p></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">COWARD’S CASTLE</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="COWARDS_CASTLE10"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +COWARD’S CASTLE</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_10_10" href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By WALTER GILKYSON + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Judge avery</span> held his pencil poised above the typewritten +page of testimony, then marked the margin with +a long firm line. He had not remembered the plaintiff’s +evidence was so clear; that young man had brought it out +very nicely with the neat indirectness of his questions. On +page forty-eight—he turned back the rustling sheets. Yes, +the witness had said about the same thing. With a faint +smile of satisfaction he leaned over and began writing on +the pad that lay upon the book-rest of his easy-chair.</p> + +<p>For a moment he paused to read what he had written, the +pencil trembling slightly in his thin blue-veined hand; there +was a look of critical appraisal in his worn face, something +vivid, keenly alive, beneath the bloodless texture of his skin. +He struck out a word, replaced it with another; the wrinkle +between his eyebrows deepened and he smoothed the white +hair above his forehead absently, then laid down the pad. +That was the last finding of fact. He would dictate the +whole and his conclusions of law before Court tomorrow.</p> + +<p>It must be nearly five, he thought. The sunlight had +shrunk to a dusty orange bar across the red carpet at his +feet; through the open window he could hear the cooing +of the pigeons, the soft rustle of their wings as they moved +upon the stone sill. Against the opposite wall the yellow +bindings of the books ran in converging rows to a well of +still gray light that seemed to gather at the end of the +room; the surface of the table in the center shone like a +ruddy disk above its dark carven legs; through the curtains +that hung above the doorway to his right he could hear the +voices of the tipstaves talking in the empty courtroom outside. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</span></p> + +<p>Rodenbaugh was late. Evidently he was going to finish +the Minturn case this afternoon. A driving young man, +Rodenbaugh—he swept uncommon clean for a new broom. +The judge smiled a little grimly, glanced down at his knees, +unpleasantly sharp and narrow beneath the neat fold of his +trousers. Old age did queer tricks to the body, things that +he didn’t like. No doubt it did the same things to the +mind. He was seventy-three. That was a warning in itself. +He rose and walked to the window, sniffed the dusty May +air. He was sorry he didn’t get on better with Rodenbaugh. +It was hard, at first, to like any one who had taken Langdon’s +place on the bench.</p> + +<p>There was a difference now, a very great difference. He +shook his head, turned and walked stiffly to his chair. The +fact that he felt the difference so keenly was a sign of his +age. In his youth the old lawyers had always complained +about the decay of the bar. And he had laughed at them +just as Rodenbaugh would laugh at him now if he heard +him. Only Rodenbaugh didn’t laugh, that was the trouble. +He only smiled—a slow spreading of unparted lips, a narrowing +of his eyes, which—the judge sighed—was intensely +distasteful. But—maybe it was just as well. If Rodenbaugh +once began to laugh he might laugh at himself all +day.</p> + +<p>A step sounded on the marble outside, and the curtain +was pushed tentatively back. Old Walrath appeared, his +watery blue eyes searching the chamber with vague apology. +‘Judge Rodenbaugh been here, Judge?’ he asked. He moved +forward, then hobbled down the steps. ‘I looked in his +room and he wasn’t there. He said he wanted to see Mr. +Mercer at half-past three. Mr. Mercer’s in the courtroom +now.’</p> + +<p>‘He’s still trying the Minturn case, Enoch. He’s coming +here, though, before he goes home. I don’t know what he +wants with Mercer. If he’s been waiting long I think you’d +better let him go. You can call him when the judge gets +back.’</p> + +<p>‘All right, sir.’ The old man paused, and a look of doubt +crept into his mildly truculent face. ‘You think he won’t +mind? I shouldn’t like to get him mad just after he’s come +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</span> +off the bench. You know, Judge, he’s got a way, when he’s +mad, of smiling just like a Chessy cat, and passing that +tongue of his over you fit to take off your skin!’ He pulled +at his long white walrus moustache and gazed at the judge. +‘I’ve been thinking he acts pretty fiery for a young man +that ain’t seen too much of court before he become a judge. +I reckon’—his eyes moved solemnly to and fro—‘I reckon +that’s why.’</p> + +<p>Judge Avery looked at his knees; it was difficult to conceal +his smile. Of course, he oughtn’t to let Walrath talk +to him that way. He ought to reprove him sharply, and +the fact that he couldn’t was clearly just another sign of his +age. He straightened his face, looked up. Walrath was +smiling at him in a curious way. Yes, by George, he was +actually smiling at him paternally underneath that white +walrus moustache. The old beggar! Really, he’d have to +say something! ‘Enoch!’ He stroked his chin, gazed +through his spectacles at the bent figure standing in the +doorway. ‘You’re becoming too philosophical, I’m afraid, +in your later years. I have a suspicion you’ve taken to +psycho-analysis.’</p> + +<p>‘No, sir!’ Walrath grunted. ‘I never yet heard of it. +Them experts talks of electrolysis in the accident cases, but +I never yet heard of the sister you speak of. No, Judge—it +ain’t science—you know that.’ He shook his head and +began climbing the steps. ‘It’s just putting a long time in +the courtroom, the same as you and me’s both done—that, +and a little looking round, as Judge Langdon used to say.’ +He paused, the curtain clasped in his big bony hand. ‘I’m +going out now and tell Mr. Mercer he can leave, and then +I’ll come back and get what papers you want for your bag.’</p> + +<p>Judge Avery watched the curtain settle behind him, heard +the slow stump of his footsteps across the marble. Old +Walrath had stumped up and down those steps and across +that marble for nearly fifty years; he had been a tipstaff +when the judge first came to the bar. A gay ribald young +fellow, then, with a rough tongue and a surprising knowledge +of human nature, but good company, sitting on a table +in the clerk’s office, swinging his legs and imitating Melchior +Van Zandt blowing his nose at a jury. There was time to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</span> +linger in the clerk’s office, in those days; time to do many +things that were forgotten now. Law was a profession then, +not a business; the lawyer reached out toward art and letters +rather than toward certified public accounting. Then +Bricknell translated Demosthenes and Judge Haynes wrote +Horatian Echoes. Very faint but quite scholarly. And +every one, strangely enough, spoke and wrote English. It +seemed to be the mother tongue. He sighed. Even the law +had changed; it had lost its pattern, its design; the fine +threads of continuity were gone. Nowadays you matched +facts as you matched silk, and extracted legal principles +like a dentist pulling teeth. He rose, straightened his coat +across his slender shoulders. He was old, quite out of +date. In the hurry and press of modern life there is no +time, and so forth⁠—— Any young man could finish the +sentence.</p> + +<p>He gathered the papers from the chair, slipped an elastic +about them, and thrust them into a green-baize bag. There +was no use in waiting any longer for Rodenbaugh; he might +as well take his walk and go home. The evening dreariness +was coming over him; it made him peevish and irritable; +he was likely to bite, to say something he didn’t mean, if +Rodenbaugh provoked him. He glanced at the table to see +whether he had left any papers, then at the desk. For an +instant he paused, a bent delicate figure, very clear against +the square of ruddy light. The evening dreariness was, +after all, a little more than age. He gazed at the pictures +standing in leather frames within a shadowy recess of the +desk. The bright knife-like sorrow of the past was gone, +but in its place was a numb loneliness, a darkening vision, +a dim sense of drifting with blurred, loosened feeling toward +some unfathomable end. It would have been different if +they had lived. He would have understood these youngsters +better then. Old age had always to look through +others’ eyes; the vistas of its own past were overwhelming.</p> + +<p>A sharp footstep sounded outside and the curtain rings +jangled angrily. Judge Rodenbaugh’s body filled the doorway, +descended with an abrupt heaviness into the room. +‘I hope you haven’t waited, Judge,’ he said. His small eyes +moved obscurely beneath his thin eyebrows, his tall clumsy +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</span> +presence seemed to permeate the place, to pervade it like a +harsh dominating breath. ‘I wanted counsel to finish their +speeches this afternoon, so I could charge the jury the first +thing in the morning.’ He seated himself in the chair by +the table, his thick shoulders thrown forward, his legs +stretched out. ‘That little Kardos is a pitiful apology,’ he +said.</p> + +<p>‘Was he trying for the plaintiff?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes. He tries a case as if he were selling shoestrings on +State Street. He’s all tongue and no head. I’ve had to +listen to him now for two days, fumbling and backing and +filling, encumbering the record with all sorts of useless questions. +Moran is against him—you know what a good one +he is! I think he was saying things to Kardos under his +breath all through the trial. I wasn’t sure. Every now and +then Kardos would stop and get sort of gray and ask his +questions again. Each time he repeated he got worse, and +then Moran would get up with that suave easy manner +of his, and suggest that his friend first make known to himself +what he wanted to ask, and, after a moment’s silent +communion, make it known to the witness, who, in spite of +his lawyer, seemed like quite an intelligent man. He’s a +quick one, Moran.’ The judge shook his head. ‘I like +him. He gives a case something—color, I guess you’d call +it.’</p> + +<p>‘That, or atmosphere,’ answered Judge Avery. ‘It’s sometimes +fatal to litigants, although we lawyers survive it. Well—what +did Kardos do?’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, he’d just smile that sickly smile of his, and move his +hands to and fro and wipe his face, and begin again. He’d +have been funny if he hadn’t taken up so much time. You +know—that fellow Moran is a great trial-lawyer! I never +realized it so completely until today. I’d never tried +against him—I didn’t try cases, the way you did, before I +came on the bench. It doesn’t bother me, though.’ He +smiled and his dark heavy face seemed to widen slowly. +‘It’s easy to handle things from back here, isn’t it, Judge?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes,’ said Judge Avery. His thin mouth closed, he +leaned forward a little, his elbow upon the table, and surveyed +his companion with still luminous eyes. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</span></p> + +<p>‘Well!’ Rodenbaugh stretched back his shoulders, ran his +hand through the unparted hair that lay like a wig above +his forehead. ‘I put an oar in myself now and then. Yesterday, +after Kardos had floundered about for a while, I +told him he ought to get a lawyer to try his case. Up +jumped Moran with that friendly manner of his and said +he’d be delighted to furnish his learned friend with a list in +case he were not acquainted with the bar. The jury +laughed and Kardos stood there wiping his face and moving +his lips like a fish and then sat down. I told him to go +ahead and he pulled up his chair and began shooting questions +at the witness as if he were crying a sale. It was +awful!’ He leaned back, took some cigars from his pocket +and pushed one across the table. ‘I don’t know what we’re +going to do with these fellows, Judge.’</p> + +<p>‘Neither do I.’ Judge Avery ignored the cigar. ‘Was +there something you wanted to discuss with me? If not, I +think I’ll go home.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, there was. I wanted to see Mercer too.’ He rose, +thrust his head through the curtains. ‘Walrath!’ he called.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sir!’</p> + +<p>‘Did you get Mr. Mercer?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sir. He was here. He waited till half-past four.’ +Judge Avery heard the clump of Walrath’s feet on the +marble. ‘Then I let him go, Judge. I told him I’d call him +tomorrow morning.’</p> + +<p>‘You did! What did you do that for?’</p> + +<p>‘Judge——’</p> + +<p>‘Well, get him now if you’re able to handle the phone! +And remember, when I send for a man I want him to wait! +Exercise the authority of your age and position, Walrath, +but don’t exercise discretion. When the vessels of the law +become old crockery, they shouldn’t go to the well too +often. Move along now—don’t stand there, looking at me +like a fool.’ He turned and descended the steps. ‘Doddering +old ass, Walrath,’ he said.</p> + +<p>‘I told him to let Mercer go,’ said Judge Avery. ‘I +thought you wouldn’t want him to wait.’</p> + +<p>‘Oh!’ The judge paused, a sulky look on his face. ‘I +see. I don’t believe Mercer’s so busy that an hour’s wait +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</span> +would injure his practice.’ He sat down heavily in the +chair. ‘What I wanted to talk to you about was this—’</p> + +<p>‘Do you mind’—Judge Avery’s voice had a curious lingering +drawl—‘if we wait a minute? There’s something I +want to tell you, first.’</p> + +<p>‘No,’ said Rodenbaugh shortly, ‘go on.’ He drummed on +the table impatiently. ‘Old Walrath’s an ass,’ he muttered +under his breath.</p> + +<p>Judge Avery smiled, a still frosty look in his clear blue +eyes. Yes. Rodenbaugh deserved something. With the +exercise of a little imagination he could give it to him completely +in a way that he would thoroughly understand. He +paused, his mind penetrating—invading the man before +him. Then he leaned back, put his finger tips together, +and the little smile on his lips grew sharp. There was a +certain pleasure in the exercise of the imagination. Quite +justifiable in this case. He would tell Rodenbaugh exactly +what he was.</p> + +<p>‘It’s about myself,’ he said slowly. ‘Old men are given to +telling stories about themselves. I suppose that’s the reason +they’re bores. But I think this will interest you as a +younger man. Do you mind?’</p> + +<p>Judge Rodenbaugh turned and stared at him. ‘Not at +all,’ he said.</p> + +<p>‘That’s very kind!’ The words dropped like acid from +the sardonic lips. ‘I’ve been in a reminiscent mood all +afternoon. As you’re my defenseless colleague—brother, as +the Reports call us—I’m afraid I’ll have to impose on you.’</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>‘It’s curious,’ he continued, ‘how the memories of childhood +come to the surface in old age. It’s rather the way an +ebbing stream discloses the soft formless ooze that lies +beneath it. I can remember now just how I felt as a +youngster, remember all my desires and fears with a surprising +vividness. And I had plenty of fears.’ He paused, +nodding his head. ‘I think I must have been afraid of +everything, when I was young. In that way’—he lifted his +eyebrows—‘I’m sure I was different from you. Of course, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</span> +I never let any one know I was afraid. I buried it all deep +down, created an image over it—an image of myself as a +valiant, aggressive, reckless youngster. But I knew it was +there all the time, and the very thought of it seemed to +give me a savage desire to show my strength. And yet I +couldn’t when it came to the test. I was afraid to fight. +The other boys knew I was and so I never made friends +with boys of my own age. I always went about with the +younger boys; they couldn’t destroy this image I had +created; on the contrary, it seemed to grow larger the more +I was with them. I used to bully them like a regular little +cad.</p> + +<p>‘You know’—he shook his head—‘what boys are, Judge. +Queer little animals; just as eager to maintain their prestige +as any full-grown man, and just as clever about it, too.’ +He leaned back, crossed his sharp narrow knees. ‘Did that +thought ever occur to you?’</p> + +<p>‘I can’t say it has,’ Judge Rodenbaugh answered. His +eyes searched his companion’s face with a veiled wavering +glance, then fell away. Judge Avery lifted his hand to his +mouth, smoothed his upper lip.</p> + +<p>‘I suppose old men, like dead men, should tell no tales.’ +His smile seemed to vanish into a lurking shadow. ‘I must +tell you a little story and then we’ll take up the matters +you want to discuss. At boarding-school—I presume you +went to Saint Thomas?’</p> + +<p>The judge moved his head.</p> + +<p>‘It might have been better if I’d gone there, too. They +sent me to Milford. Well, I wasn’t a great success. I was +quick enough in class, but that didn’t count; for some reason +the boys didn’t like me. I wasn’t good at athletics, I +couldn’t play football, and the cold punishment of the track +simply filled me with dread. There was nothing of that +sort that I could do and, naturally, I didn’t become a leader, +and I didn’t want friendship on any other terms. So I put +up my image and looked around for some younger boy to +keep it in place.</p> + +<p>‘It was little Immanuel Pleasants the last term. I seem +to remember him better than any of the others. He was +the son of Agamemnon Pleasants, the teacher of Latin—a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</span> +thin, frightened, large-eared man with a white face and +eyes like a Sealyham terrier. Immanuel’s mother was +named Lucilla, and, of course, we always called her Clytemnestra. +They lived in a little house near the main building +and were constantly asking unwilling boys in to tea. +Even as youngsters we recognized their “inferiority complex,” +as I believe the psychologists nowadays call it. Old +Aggie—I suppose he was thirty-five—used to call us “young +barbarians” in a timid jocular voice, and give us little half-hearted +pats on the shoulder and look at us with his doubtful +evasive eyes. We thought he wasn’t much of a man, +and I daresay he wasn’t; and as for Clytemnestra we liked +her still less; there was something depressing about her red +swollen eyelids and the soft pink of her nose—as if she were +always having a cold. I think even Immanuel, at times, +doubted the worldly value of his parents, and I know some +of us used to encourage him in his attitude of unbelief. It +was always easy to encourage Immanuel on any subject. +He was susceptible to every influence about him; a pathetic, +eager little fellow, filled with an unreasoning desire to +please; one of those boys that hang about the older boys +and do things for them and talk about them a little breathlessly. +I thought him quite absurd, with his weasel face and +his silly hat and his big translucent ears. I’ve often wondered’—the +judge stared at the bookcase as if he had forgotten +his companion—‘what became of Immanuel. He +was manifestly unfitted for this world. I suppose’—he +looked at Judge Rodenbaugh—‘you knew boys like that at +school?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes,’ said the judge. He frowned and pulled heavily at +his cigar; behind the dissolving smoke his face seemed to +darken with a slow menacing flush. ‘But I can’t see,’—he +paused, then straightened up, looked at his companion. +‘I can’t see——’</p> + +<p>‘There’s no need to,’ interrupted Judge Avery. He lifted +his long thin hand from the table. ‘Don’t try. I’ll be +through now, in just a minute. You must let me finish +about Immanuel. I rather like Immanuel! I almost feel +as if I’d invented him for you!’ His smile was hard and +bright with a little curl at the corners. ‘Now what was I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</span> +going to say? Oh, yes—I wanted to tell you about our +play.</p> + +<p>‘Somewhere I’d picked up the story of King Agamemnon +and the wily Ægisthus who killed him and married the +faithless Queen Clytemnestra and, one dull afternoon when +Immanuel and Kinsey and little Pollock were loafing in my +room, I conceived the idea of putting the story into a play. +I thought it would be amusing to see Immanuel act the +part of his father, and I explained to him carefully just +what sort of a silly ass Agamemnon was and how Clytemnestra +fooled him. I remember I took particular pleasure +in rolling out the word “Agamemnon”; little Kinsey and +Pollock were tremendously pleased and Immanuel stood +there with that foolish, half-frightened, expectant look he +always had when we made fun of his father. But, when it +came to acting the part, he rebelled and, of course, that +made me angry and all the more persistent. I told him +he’d have to do it or he couldn’t go about with me any +longer, but even that threat didn’t seem to make any difference; +he only stood there shaking his head, his queer +little weasel face very sharp and pinched, his eyes flickering +with a dumb-animal refusal. I remember it made me +quite angry. I felt in some way as if Immanuel were +threatening my prestige, depriving me of a satisfaction to +which I was entitled. And so, to punish him, I began to +imitate his father myself. Little Pollock and Kinsey went +into screams on the bed and I rather expected Immanuel to +laugh before I was through: laughing had always been his +final mode of defense. But he didn’t: he only stood there +looking down, his stubby fingers twisting at the absurd +pearl buttons his mother had sewed on his coat. So I went +on, getting more and more savage as I went, it seemed +as if his very speechlessness, the fumbling inarticulate +motion of his hands, filled me with rage. I must have +gone on for five minutes or so, when suddenly he hunched +up his shoulders and lifted his arm to his face, and then +ran to the door with a queer little squeak like a bat that’s +been hit with a towel. I heard some one calling after him +in the hall and the next minute Danforth came to the door.</p> + +<p>‘“What’s the matter with Pleasants?” he said. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</span></p> + +<p>‘I felt startled and rather uncomfortable at Danforth’s +sudden appearance: he was captain of the baseball team, +and one of the leaders of the school. He’d never paid much +attention to me. Well, I put my hands in my pockets and +walked over toward him. “Nothing, Danforth,” I said. +“We were horsing Pleasants a little, that’s all. He can’t +take a joke.” I shook my head in a superior manner. “He +needs hardening up, I should say.”</p> + +<p>‘“You think so!” Danforth looked at me with perfectly +frank disgust. “I should say you needed it a bit yourself! +Lying around all afternoon with a lot of kids when you +ought to be out in the field! Why don’t you take some one +your size?” He waited a minute and then walked away. +“You let Pleasants alone,” he said when he reached the +door. “It’s filthy the way you devil the younger boys. +When I get through practice this afternoon I’ll put on the +gloves with you, if you still feel you have to harden some +one up!” He gave me an ugly smile and then disappeared +down the hall.</p> + +<p>‘Well, I felt pretty sick. I remember that very clearly, +but, unfortunately, what I don’t remember is that it did +me any permanent good. It was not until long after I was +grown that I learned my lesson; and then, strangely enough, +it took old Melchior Van Zandt and a little lawyer like +Kardos to teach me. I don’t suppose you remember Melchior +Van Zandt. He was the leader of the bar in my +time; and the kind of man we’re not likely to see again.’ +The judge shook his head. ‘The day of outstanding personalities +has gone, I’m afraid. A high level reduces the +lofty peaks—I believe that’s the explanation given. You +can take it or not, as you like. To me, at times, the +plateau doesn’t seem so high. Of course, that may be only +age: the old are apt to see the great men of their youth +through the eyes of their youth—and they loom very large. +However,’—he shrugged his shoulders—‘I must tell you +about Melchior Van Zandt and the lawyer like Kardos.’ +He leaned forward a little, a cold stealthy watchfulness in +his eyes. ‘I think I’d been on the bench just about as long +as you have when it happened.’</p> + +<p>Judge Rodenbaugh lowered his head, stared at the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</span> +carpet with an angry frown. Then he rose, thrust his hands +into his pockets, his face turned away, his chin sunk in a +heavy fold between the square points of his collar. ‘I don’t +propose, Judge,’ he began. His grating voice had an ugly +snarl that sounded like the snapping of empty jaws. ‘I +don’t propose to listen to this kind of thing any longer!’ +He shut his mouth and the muscles above his jaws trembled +slightly. ‘It’s insulting and I’m not going to stand it! +You have no business’—he stared at the judge with eyes +that seemed curiously futile and stricken—‘you have no +business——’</p> + +<p>‘Oh, yes, I have!’ said Judge Avery. ‘Sit down, please.’ +He paused. ‘Sit down, I said!’ His voice leaped like a +sharp blue flame through the room. ‘When the vessels of +the law become old crockery, there’s a certain courtesy +due them, and that I intend to have from you.’ He +stretched out his hand. ‘Take your seat, please, and listen +until I’ve finished.’</p> + +<p>For an instant Judge Rodenbaugh’s stare met his; then +it wavered, seemed to turn sullenly inward. ‘You presume +on your age,’ he said, in a husky voice. He sat down +awkwardly. ‘Also, I think you’re presuming on my intelligence. +If you have any more to say, will you kindly be +brief? I don’t care to spend the afternoon listening to +stories of childhood.’</p> + +<p>‘<em>My</em> childhood,’ corrected the judge. ‘I wouldn’t presume +to intrude on yours.’ He looked pleasantly across +the table. ‘I only presume on my age, as you said—that, +and a certain feeling for what I believe is called the art +of narration. Quite a remarkable art; I admit I practise +it very badly. But that doesn’t matter so long as I hold +your attention. And what old Melchior Van Zandt said +to me is worthy of your attention.</p> + +<p>‘I’d been on the bench just about a month when it +happened. I was older than you are, and I’d tried quite +a number of cases. But, nevertheless, I was developing that +splendid sense of power you spoke of so feelingly just a +moment ago. There was a little lawyer who came into +my court in those days—he’s dead now—who was rather +like Kardos, and he irritated me the way Kardos irritates +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</span> +you. I remember one morning when I had a full list, he +came bustling into the courtroom with a great cloud of +witnesses behind him and that air of his, of terrible absurd +importance, which, in view of his hopeless incompetence, +always annoyed me intensely. Well, his case was reached +that afternoon and when I called it, he came fussing up +to the bar with his greasy frock-coat buttoned about him +and began to splutter at me, the way he always did. He +had a high squeaky voice, and his words seemed to come +out in bunches, as if he blew them out from the back of +his mouth. “Mr. Stover,” I said,—the very sight of him +made me angry,—“as far as I can gather from what you +say, you want to butcher another case for us this afternoon.” +Then I looked around and waited for the laugh.</p> + +<p>‘Of course it came. It always does when the judge makes +a joke. I grinned down at Stover and he wrinkled his +forehead, then gave me a sallow little smile. “As long as +your Honor’s made a shambles out of the court, I suppose +I might as well begin,” he said.’ The judge shook his +head. ‘Pretty good, wasn’t it?’ he laughed. ‘He didn’t +leave me much to say! After Court old Melchior came +stumping into my chambers swinging his big green bag at +his side like a Hercules-club. “Avery!” he grunted. “You +deserved what you got this afternoon.” He put his bag +down on the table. “I didn’t think little Stover had it +in him. Remember!” He shook his head at me—he had +hair like the mane of an old gray lion. “The bench is the +coward’s castle, my boy. You’re safe, and the other man +isn’t.” Then he picked up his bag and stumped out.’</p> + +<p>The judge sighed, smoothed his hair thoughtfully, passed +his hand over his cheek. ‘It all seems so very long ago,’ +he said. ‘I’m afraid in recalling the facts I may have been +just a little vague. I only hope that I haven’t bored you.’ +He paused, then settled back in his chair, touched the tips +of his fingers together. ‘And, now, what did you want to +discuss with me?’</p> + +<p>‘Nothing,’ Judge Rodenbaugh answered. He rose with a +hesitant awkwardness, his face turned away. ‘I’ve heard +that story about the shambles before. Unfortunately for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</span> +the truth of your autobiography it’s never been connected +with you.’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed?’ said Judge Avery brightly. ‘I must have made +it my own then. It’s not a bad story, though, is it?’</p> + +<p>‘No,’ said the judge. He walked to the doorway. ‘Walrath!’ +he called. ‘Ask Mr. Kardos to step over, will you?’ +He turned sharply about. ‘I’ve listened to you; now I’ll +ask you to wait until Kardos comes and then listen to me!’</p> + +<p>‘Certainly,’ said Judge Avery.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>‘Mr. Mercer’s here,’ said Walrath. ‘Mr. Kardos is on +his way over. Do you want Mr. Mercer to come in?’</p> + +<p>‘No, I’ll talk to him in the courtroom.’ The judge rose +from his chair and plunged through the doorway, the +curtains dropping with a swift flap behind him. His voice +reached the chamber the next moment, subdued to a low +murmur from beyond the bench.</p> + +<p>Judge Avery put down the Report, smiled quietly, and +smoothed his upper lip. On the whole, he had done a +good job. Rodenbaugh had wriggled, to be sure, but he +had held the knife firm, cut to the proper depth. Surprising +how his imagination had gone on; he never remembered +letting it wander so far before unaccompanied by facts. +Reading the <cite>Electra</cite> last night must have been responsible +for Agamemnon and Clytemnestra. He laughed, tapped the +end of his tortoise-shell spectacles on the table, then drew a +deep breath, his fingers slowly turning his thin gold watchchain. +After all, had his story done Rodenbaugh any +good? Human nature was a strangely resilient substance, +inevitably coming back to the same shape, no matter how +hard you squeezed it. And what business had he—or any +one else—to squeeze it? That was what these damned +reformers were always doing; blowing their moral ideas +under every one’s skin like so many flies! He walked +to the window, gazed down at the automobiles moving +through the dust-gold street like platoons of black glittering +beetles. Maybe he had been a little magisterial in +his attitude toward Rodenbaugh, exercised the prerogative +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</span> +of age in a high-handed manner. Still—he shook his head—the +boy deserved it!</p> + +<p>The murmuring in the courtroom ceased and Rodenbaugh’s +step sounded on the marble. As the curtains +swung to behind him, Walrath appeared. ‘Mr. Kardos is +here, Judge,’ he said.</p> + +<p>‘Send him in.’ Rodenbaugh turned away, thrust his +hands in his pockets, and sat down facing the table. He +did not look up; in the silence that followed, the situation +seemed to Judge Avery just a little absurd. Then some +one paused at the doorway, moved the curtains timidly +to one side. ‘Come in!’ said Judge Rodenbaugh, a note +of exasperation in his voice.</p> + +<p>Kardos seemed to stumble into the room. As he bowed, +it occurred to the judge in a sudden whimsical flash that +his round staring eyes were exactly like the black buttons +on his yellow shoes. He suppressed a smile, and inclined +his head. ‘Sit down,’ said Judge Rodenbaugh, nodding at +the chair in front of the table.</p> + +<p>Kardos seated himself, then reached over, placed his +green hat on the table. It looked curiously jaunty on the +dark polished surface, arching above the reflection at its +side with an air of draggled impudence: the judge wondered +whether Rodenbaugh appreciated it, and what in +the devil he was going to do with Kardos anyway, now +he had him. He leaned back, gazed at the pair with +vague amusement. Where in God’s name did the young +men get those coats! There was something skirted and +dashing about Mr. Kardos’s apparel—for such a little +man!</p> + +<p>‘Kardos!’ Judge Rodenbaugh looked in his direction with +a slow downward glance. ‘I want to apologize to you.’ +He lifted his eyes, stared at him with smoldering hostility. +‘I had no business to say what I did in court this afternoon.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sir!’ Kardos nodded his head with a violent eagerness. +‘I’m sure I accept your Honor’s apology. I’m sure +your Honor’s very generous to make me any apology at all!’ +He spread out his hands and smiled at the judge, a watchful +look on his dark flat face. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</span></p> + +<p>‘No?’ Rodenbaugh frowned. ‘I owe it to you. I’ll +admit’—his lip quivered with contempt—‘you gave me +provocation. But’—he thrust his chin down on his collar—‘I +owe it to you?’</p> + +<p>‘That’s very kind,’ said Kardos glibly. He leaned forward +with an air of confidence. ‘You see, Judge, I was +asking the questions all right. Yes I was.’ His low forehead +wrinkled in a thick triangular crease just above his +nose. ‘I think maybe your Honor don’t understand the +way I work.’ He placed a stubby forefinger on his palm. +‘You see, Judge, I sort of feel around and ease off the +witness’s mind until he can tell me what I want, you know, +just letting him loose and giving him a chance to think, +and then new things come up and you get something maybe +you overlooked when you came to court. So I just suggest’—he +lifted a hand—‘an idea, maybe, here and there—something +that comes to me, maybe, on the spot. Of +course I know your Honor thinks it takes up time, but’—he +cocked his head to one side—‘I get splendid results!’</p> + +<p>‘You do, eh! I wish I saw some of them in my court!’ +Judge Rodenbaugh’s little eyes gleamed balefully.</p> + +<p>‘Your Honor hasn’t heard me try many cases,’ Kardos +said. His smile was almost benevolent in its assurance. +‘Where I live I get most of the business now of that kind.’</p> + +<p>‘You do, eh?’ The judge grunted. ‘That doesn’t speak +well for your neighborhood! From the way you talk you +sound to me very much like a fool! Why don’t you prepare +your cases instead of trying them by mental +telepathy?’</p> + +<p>Kardos laughed. To Judge Avery, watching his face, he +didn’t seem at all disconcerted. ‘Your Honor has a forceful +way of putting things,’ he said. ‘If your Honor will +permit me to say so, I don’t think your Honor quite understands +what I mean.’</p> + +<p>‘No, and you don’t yourself. How could you when you +think round and round like a mule tied up in a field!’ The +judge grinned, shot a glance at Judge Avery. ‘What you +need, Kardos, is direction, straightness of mental line. I’m +afraid your mind’s built on a circular pattern.’</p> + +<p>‘Wheels?’ said Kardos. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</span></p> + +<p>‘Within wheels,’ Rodenbaugh answered. ‘In my opinion +you’re not fit to appear before any sensible jury. You +ought to practise trying cases on a phonograph in the +privacy of your home. You could encumber the record then +all you liked.’ He looked at Judge Avery again.</p> + +<p>Kardos caught the glance and a little grin touched the +corners of his lips. He gazed at Judge Rodenbaugh with +sharp, motionless eyes. ‘Your Honor says very smart +things,’ he observed, in a tone of impersonal appreciation. +‘I suppose that’s the reason we all like to try in your +Honor’s court.’</p> + +<p>‘What?’</p> + +<p>‘I suppose that’s the reason we all like to bring our +cases before your Honor.’</p> + +<p>‘You do, eh! Well, I don’t know about that!’ The +viciousness faded from the judge’s voice, and he stretched +out his legs and looked tolerantly at Kardos. ‘My tongue +may be just a little bit quick, but you fellows need it +sometimes.’</p> + +<p>‘That’s true, Judge!’ Kardos nodded his head. ‘Your +Honor always gives us what we deserve. And besides, +Judge,’—the motionless lustre of his eyes seemed to break +into tiny points,—‘we like a little amusement in the courtroom.’</p> + +<p>‘Yes?’ The judge thrust out his lower lip. ‘Well, you +furnish it all right.’</p> + +<p>‘And so does your Honor.’</p> + +<p>‘I do, eh?’</p> + +<p>‘Yes, sir.’ Kardos seemed cautiously to expand, to +relax in a posture of intimate friendliness. He glanced +over his shoulder at Judge Avery, then surveyed Rodenbaugh +with an unruffled face. ‘I hear that everywhere, +Judge.’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed!’ The judge’s mouth widened, and he smoothed +his chin. ‘Well, I do the best I can for you, Kardos. In +your case it’s never hard.’ He crossed his knees, sank +farther back in his chair. ‘You fellows fumble so with +your facts,’ he observed contentedly. ‘And I think you +must get your law from the <cite>Evening Telegram</cite>.’</p> + +<p>‘Your Honor feels that way because of your Honor’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</span> +superior mind. That’s another reason we all like to try +in your Honor’s court. Your Honor gets things done.’ +Kardos sighed wistfully. ‘Your Honor’s court is not like +the other courts.’</p> + +<p>‘No?’</p> + +<p>‘No, sir!’ Kardos repeated with emphasis. ‘I remember +I said, when your Honor was appointed, there’s a young +man, if your Honor will forgive the word, that’s going to +stir things up on the bench. It’s the kind of thing we +need, and I said so, Judge, right down in my ward in public, +and in private conversations. He’s a young man that +knows the law, and knows how to handle a courtroom, I +said. He’s got a heavy hand and a sharp tongue, and that’s +what a judge needs more than anything else.’</p> + +<p>‘You think so, do you?’ Rodenbaugh lifted his chin, +arched his eyebrows amiably, and his lower lip relaxed.</p> + +<p>For an instant Judge Avery surveyed him, then he +turned away, gazed out at the pigeons, softly rustling +their wings in the square of orange light. He was very +tired; if they didn’t stop in a minute he was going to get +up and go home.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, I do, Judge Rodenbaugh! That’s what I think.’ +Kardos’s chair creaked and Judge Avery could hear the +scratch of his sleeve on the table. ‘And I says to them, +Judge,’—he heard Kardos’s voice rise with a lingering +sinuous accent,—‘I says to them, Judge, there’s a man that +ought to go higher!’</p> + +<p>‘Indeed!’ The word echoed through the chamber, hopeful, +faintly ironic, foolish.</p> + +<p>‘Yes, I did, Judge Rodenbaugh! That’s exactly what I +said. There’s a man that ought to go higher. He’s only +just begun his career, Judge Rodenbaugh has. And I’m +telling you, Judge,’—Kardos hitched his chair closer,—‘what +I says goes, in my ward, with a lot of my own people!’</p> + +<p>‘Hm!’ A look of doubt crossed Judge Rodenbaugh’s +face, and his fingers moved restlessly on the table.</p> + +<p>‘And I’m telling you, Judge,’—Kardos paused, then rose +with an air of authority,—‘I don’t think you’ve realized +what I could do for you. No, you haven’t.’ He shook his +head with an impudent cunning. ‘I speak for my own +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</span> +people in my ward. I can do a lot, I can. And Judge,’—his +voice seemed to creep through the silence,—‘I could +use an appointment now and then, when they come your +way.’</p> + +<p>For an instant no one spoke. Judge Avery could feel +the silence about him expand, grow tense with unuttered +meaning. He waited, a little smile on his lips. Then +Rodenbaugh sprang from his chair, his fist beating against +the table. ‘Get out!’ he fairly bellowed. He stretched out +his arm. ‘Get out, I say!’</p> + +<p>Kardos turned, seemed to leap through the doorway.</p> + +<p>‘My God!’ The judge stumbled against a chair, picked +it up with both of his hands. ‘Avery! Did you ever hear +anything like that in your life?’ ‘Never before today,’ said +Judge Avery.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_10_10" href="#FNanchor_10_10" class="label">[10]</a> Copyright, 1924, by The Atlantic Monthly Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Walter Gilkyson.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE FREE?</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="HOW_DOES_IT_FEEL_TO_BE"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE FREE?</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_11_11" href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By MANUEL KOMROFF + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Atlantic Monthly</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">After</span> the usual breakfast he was taken downstairs, +given a bath, a fresh suit of civil clothes, and brought +to the office. Here he was presented with several documents +and a five-dollar bill.</p> + +<p>The warden got up from his desk, ‘I see by your papers, +Joe, that you have been here twelve years. Well, you have +been a good prisoner; good-bye and good luck to you.’ +They shook hands.</p> + +<p>He was led through the yard to the gate. The moment +had come. He stepped through. Again they shook hands +before the gate was closed behind him and locked—locking +him free.</p> + +<p>He carried his hat in his hand as he started along the +road and down the hill. He was confronted by a fresh, +bracing breeze and a most bewildering sense of vastness—a +vastness bathed in light. His eyes blinked, and his steps +were short and hesitating.</p> + +<p>On top of the high gray wall a guard, rifle in hand, walked +in the same direction. ‘Good-bye, Joe,’ he shouted. ‘How +does it feel to be free?’</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>How does it feel to be free? To be confined, bottled-up, +held in check, restricted, controlled—and suddenly turned +loose upon a dizzy world!</p> + +<p>A gray mist has surrounded it all. Imagine yourself completely +enveloped as though your life had been becalmed +by a fog. A fog through which it is difficult to see. Only +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</span> +overhead can you see a tiny circular opening through +which the bright sky shines like a sparkling jewel. Soon you +discover that the mist has hardened about you. The fog has +encased you completely, except for that far-away opening +overhead. You examine the walls and find that they are +composed of long narrow ribbons of gray celluloid hung +from what appears to be a small hoop in the sky. No—you +have more space than that. Your walls are round, but +you have ten feet from side to side. And every side is +alike. From the sky to the ground your life is encased in +a celluloid tube made of cold gray ribbons, and you are +unable to see what is outside of yourself.</p> + +<p>But when you examine the walls closer you find that the +strips are made entirely of little squares, and each square +has a queer design. You had not noticed them at first, but +everywhere you look and as far up as you can see you +find the little squares. Then on examining them closer you +discover that each square is a separate little picture in +which you yourself appear! Each square a frozen moment +of your life. Each picture a tiny recollection dimmed and +made gray by that rapid piling-up—that multiplication +called the Past.</p> + +<p>Frozen memories in miniature. As though the ribbons +were discarded cinematographic records—records of your +discarded past—complete and shameless.</p> + +<p>There are different scenes of long ago; some are comforting +and some are horrid. At some you tarry, but others +you are happy not to see at all. Those high up are hard to +see, though some seem clear and fairly distinct. You make +vague guesses at what they are, and some you are sure you +recognize. It is like a game. The forgotten past hangs +over you as high as you can see, and a circle of light comes +through from the sky.</p> + +<p>The whole thing is quite natural, and at first you see +nothing very strange about the affair; a little odd, perhaps, +or maybe like a dream; but it does not seem very startling +until suddenly you discover that the sequence is wrong. +Why should it be wrong? Why do the scenes not follow +one another as they happened? Why is this thing all helter-skelter? +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</span></p> + +<p>You try to select and arrange, but the task is enormous. +Here and there and everywhere are pictures that you have +not included and some that you would like to—if you could +only cut them away with a penknife. Yes, cut little toy-windows +so you could see clearly outside—the outside world—the +real world that at present you can see only by looking +through your own experiences, and see dimmed by the +shadows of past images. But you have no knife that could +sever. And it would not help.</p> + +<p>Oh, how tired you are of it all! How dreary, how +oppressing, how monotonous! Days are gray and nights +are gray. You are tired of yourself—the constant repetition +of yourself. If you could only run away. But the cylinder +is light, airy, and nimble. It rotates as you run. You are +imprisoned in this strange thing called life—life dreary and +gray—surrounded by cameos and smudges of black.</p> + +<p>The sequence is wrong. You try to escape. The walls +are pliable, and with pressure could yield. You wedge a +hand through, and another; you work a foot through, making +still another opening, but at no time can you manage +to get your body through. Then, too, where would you +go? You give it up; and in time you are resigned and +engage in that restful play of thinking back and of looking +out at the real world through the lightly tinted squares.</p> + +<p>You see the world—the real world that is made of kisses +and snow. Of fire, milk, dreams, straw, water, tobacco, +and children. You watch the real world that is built solidly +of things that do not last—built firmly of vital sparks that +cannot endure.</p> + +<p>Every now and then you discover a new square or two +added to your walls. Something that happened only yesterday; +but what was in its place before you are unable to +tell, try hard as you may.</p> + +<p>In a year many different pictures have presented themselves. +In three years a fair number are new; in six, three-quarters +are added pictures; but in twelve hardly any of +the old remain and these seem greatly dimmed. A comforting +dimness. Time makes all things restful.</p> + +<p>In the outside world you can see children playing. They +are playing with matches, lighting old brooms and paper, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</span> +and running across the fields with trailing flames and shooting +sparks. They had never done this before.</p> + +<p>You watch closely. They are putting fire to the whole +business! Suddenly a flash, a puff of smoke, a blaze of +light, and there you stand on a hill confronted by real +colors and a free, bracing breeze. In the distance the +frightened children are running and you hear one whimper, +‘I did not know it could burn.’</p> + +<p>Everything is sky and land. You are surrounded by a +vastness bathed in light.</p> + +<p>You blink at the glamour of it all, as with hesitating steps +you wander down the road to—The station is a mile away. +Here a train comes from somewhere and can take you to—exactly +where you do not know, but it can take you there. +You must go!</p> + +<p>That is how it feels to be free.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>At the station Joe changed his five-dollar bill to buy a +ticket and a plug of chewing-tobacco. The train carried +him home—to the city of his former life.</p> + +<p>Here the streets are paved with stone. Square next to +square, with hardly a crack between. Cruelly mortised by +man for the benefit and convenience of his fellow men. +Long lines cemented together so that mud and dirt are not +tracked about—tracked into the little pigeonholes called +homes.</p> + +<p>Joe reached home all right. His wife had been dead a +number of years and his children had all grown up and +married. Old memories were quite dim. He hardly knew +them, and they certainly did not recognize him; but it was +all very pleasant.</p> + +<p>In the evening they all had supper together—that is, +after the babies had been put to bed in one room. The +table was dressed as in a movie, the room was bright with +lights, and everything was merry.</p> + +<p>A steaming chicken was brought on and the oldest son +stood up, removed his coat, and rolled up his cuffs before +carving. ‘Now, dad, I’m going to cut for you this-here leg, +first and second joint,’ and, pointing the knife at him, ‘also +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</span> +a good big chunk of the white meat. Mollie, dish the +gravy.’</p> + +<p>They spoke about the comic strips in the illustrated newspapers, +about recent screen-dramas, about dance records +for the phonograph, about everything that amused them. +The checkered past was carefully avoided. They were all +quite intelligent and they said they understood.</p> + +<p>Joe had a nice home. He could stay about the house and +just ‘rest up.’ The children had seen all kinds of reunions +in the movies, and would do their best to make him happy. +They gave him a room to himself, a warm pair of carpet +slippers, a pipe with a yellow stem and fancy gold band, a +pair of cotton-flannel pajamas, razor blades, and everything +that a male mortal needs for comfort.</p> + +<p>But Joe spent a most uncomfortable night. The large +meal did not agree with him and kept him awake. The +rushing light of morn came blaring into the room. He +looked about. Small photographs hung on the walls. There +were scenes of Niagara Falls, Yellowstone Park, and of big +trees in California. Little gray squares dotted the walls—views +that Joe had never experienced.</p> + +<p>It was all very natural that Joe should be a bit uncomfortable +at first. The children said that they understood, +and that it would take a little while for him to feel really at +home.</p> + +<p>Joe proceeded to make himself comfortable. He tried +the carpet slippers, but found them loose, soft, and uncomfortable. +The pipe was a nice thing, too, though he did not +really enjoy smoking. The pictures he removed from the +walls, and then he drove nails on which to hang his coat +and pajamas. He greatly distrusted the closet, where it +was dark and where mice perhaps were free to wander.</p> + +<p>He amused himself by collecting old bits of wire that he +found on old picture-frames and in the basement of the +apartment house. It gave him great pleasure to send the +wire down the neck of a bottle and watch the odd twists +and coils it would make in the bottle—as though it were +life itself going through its many painful convulsions. He +kept the bottle on the open fire-escape in front of his +window. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</span></p> + +<p>Just as soon as Joe found that the friendliness of his +children was quite genuine he proceeded to make himself +really comfortable. He brought up some thin boards to +slip under the mattress of the cot. This made it much +firmer. He nailed up the closet door and painted the rods +of the fire-escape black, under the pretext that its former +color showed the dirt too much. At night he had several +times been bothered by a notion that there might be rats +about and that his cot was too low. This he soon fixed by +bringing up some old wood from the basement and raising +the cot so that it resembled an upper berth in a cabin. He +was careful to eat very little meat and kept closely to a diet +of soup and hot cereal. Day by day he was feeling more +comfortable. Now only one thing more needed his attention. +The room was too large! Too large for one person. +This he remedied by rigging a pole across the room and +hanging down a heavy curtain dividing the space in half. +It also divided the window. Now all seemed cozy.</p> + +<p>By this time the bottle on the window was packed tight +with bits of wire. He carried it down to the basement and +broke it over an ash can. The heavy wad of iron wire was +freed from its container. It was nothing but a rusty solid +mass, the same shape as the bottle that now was scattered +in fragments.</p> + +<p>He turned it in his hand and examined it closely. Was +it an experiment that had failed? Did he imagine that the +tough springy wires would jump back to their former state +once freed? No. It was a rusty solid mass, brown as a +cough mixture and shaped like a bottle. If he had a label +he could paste it on and mark it—‘Free!’</p> + +<p>He brought it back to his room and carefully put it in +its place on the window. Then he climbed up on his cot.</p> + +<p>Outside it rains, and outside it snows, and then the sun +sings forth and dries up the long lines of pavements made +of stone cunningly mortised. From his cot he can see a tiny +bit of sky—a small bright opening far away. Now and +then a figure walks across a neighboring roof and reminds +him of the man on the high wall who held a rifle in his +hand and shouted, ‘How does it feel to be free?’ From his +cot he can see glimpses of the outside world—the real +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</span> +world that is made of kisses and snow. But between him +and the great outside is the window-ledge upon which stands +that rusty, packed-together wad of wire, shaped like a +bottle.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_11_11" href="#FNanchor_11_11" class="label">[11]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Atlantic Monthly Company.<br> +Copyright, 1925, by Boni and Liveright, Inc.<br> +From “The Grace of Lambs,” published by Boni and Liveright, Inc.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">HAIRCUT</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="HAIRCUT12"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +HAIRCUT</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_12_12" href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By RING LARDNER + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>Liberty</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">I got</span> another barber that comes over from Carterville +and helps me out Saturdays, but the rest of the time I +can get along all right alone. You can see for yourself +that this ain’t no New York City and besides that, the +most of the boys works all day and don’t have no leisure +to drop in here and get themselves prettied up.</p> + +<p>You’re a newcomer, ain’t you? I thought I hadn’t seen +you round before. I hope you like it good enough to stay. +As I say, we ain’t no New York City or Chicago, but we +have pretty good times. Not as good, though, since Jim +Kendall got killed. When he was alive, him and Hod +Meyers used to keep this town in an uproar. I bet they +was more laughin’ done here than any town its size in +America.</p> + +<p>Jim was comical, and Hod was pretty near a match for +him. Since Jim’s gone, Hod tries to hold his end up just +the same as ever, but it’s tough goin’ when you ain’t got +nobody to kind of work with.</p> + +<p>They used to be plenty fun in here Saturdays. This +place is jam-packed Saturdays, from four o’clock on. Jim +and Hod would show up right after their supper round six +o’clock. Jim would set himself down in that big chair, +nearest the blue spittoon. Whoever had been settin’ in +that chair, why they’d get up when Jim come in and give +it to him.</p> + +<p>You’d of thought it was a reserved seat like they have +sometimes in a theayter. Hod would generally always +stand or walk up and down or some Saturdays, of course, +he’d be settin’ in this chair part of the time, gettin’ a haircut. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</span></p> + +<p>Well, Jim would set there a w’ile without openin’ his +mouth only to spit, and then finally he’d say to me, +“Whitey,”—my right name, that is, my right first name, is +Dick, but everybody round here calls me Whitey—Jim +would say, “Whitey, your nose looks like a rosebud tonight. +You must of been drinkin’ some of your aw de +cologne.”</p> + +<p>So I’d say, “No, Jim, but you look like you’d been +drinkin’ somethin’ of that kind or somethin’ worse.”</p> + +<p>Jim would have to laugh at that, but then he’d speak up +and say, “No, I ain’t had nothin’ to drink, but that ain’t +sayin’ I wouldn’t like somethin’. I wouldn’t even mind if +it was wood alcohol.”</p> + +<p>Then Hod Meyers would say, “Neither would your wife.” +That would set everybody to laughin’ because Jim and his +wife wasn’t on very good terms. She’d of divorced him +only they wasn’t no chance to get alimony and she didn’t +have no way to take care of herself and the kids. She +couldn’t never understand Jim. He <em>was</em> kind of rough, +but a good fella at heart.</p> + +<p>Him and Hod had all kinds of sport with Milt Sheppard. +I don’t suppose you’ve seen Milt. Well, he got an Adam’s +apple that looks more like a mushmelon. So I’d be shavin’ +Milt and when I’d start to shave down here on his neck, +Hod would holler, “Hey, Whitey, wait a minute! Before +you cut into it, let’s make up a pool and see who can guess +closest to the number of seeds.”</p> + +<p>And Jim would say, “If Milt hadn’t of been so hoggish, +he’d of ordered a half a cantaloupe instead of a whole one +and it might not of stuck in his throat.”</p> + +<p>All the boys would roar at this and Milt himself would +force a smile, though the joke was on him. Jim certainly +was a card!</p> + +<p>There’s his shavin’ mug, settin’ on the shelf, right next +to Charley Vail’s. “Charles M. Vail.” That’s the druggist. +He comes in regular for his shave, three times a week. +And Jim’s is the cup next to Charley’s. “James H. Kendall.” +Jim won’t need no shavin’ mug no more, but I’ll +leave it there just the same for old time’s sake. Jim certainly +was a character! +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</span></p> + +<p>Years ago, Jim used to travel for a canned goods concern +over in Carterville. They sold canned goods. Jim had +the whole northern half of the State and was on the road +five days out of every week. He’d drop in here Saturdays +and tell his experiences for that week. It was rich.</p> + +<p>I guess he paid more attention to playin’ jokes than +makin’ sales. Finally the concern let him out and he come +right home here and told everybody he’d been fired instead +of sayin’ he’d resigned like most fellas would of.</p> + +<p>It was a Saturday and the shop was full and Jim got +up out of that chair and says, “Gentlemen, I got an important +announcement to make. I been fired from my job.”</p> + +<p>Well, they asked him if he was in earnest and he said he +was and nobody could think of nothin’ to say till Jim finally +broke the ice himself. He says, “I been sellin’ canned goods +and now I’m canned goods myself.”</p> + +<p>You see, the concern he’d been workin’ for was a factory +that made canned goods. Over in Carterville. And now +Jim said he was canned himself. He was certainly a card!</p> + +<p>Jim had a great trick that he used to play w’ile he was +travelin’. For instance, he’d be ridin’ on a train and they’d +come to some little town like, well, like, well, like, we’ll say, +like Benton. Jim would look out the train window and +read the signs on the stores.</p> + +<p>For instance, they’d be a sign, “Henry Smith, Dry +Goods.” Well, Jim would write down the name and the +name of the town and when he got to wherever he was goin’ +he’d mail back a postal card to Henry Smith at Benton +and not sign no name to it, but he’d write on the card, well, +somethin’ like “Ask your wife about that book agent that +spent the afternoon last week,” or “Ask your Missus who +kept her from gettin’ lonesome the last time you was in +Carterville.” And he’d sign the card, “A Friend.”</p> + +<p>Of course, he never knew what really come of none of +these jokes, but he could picture what <em>probably</em> happened +and that was enough.</p> + +<p>Jim didn’t work very steady after he lost his position +with the Carterville people. What he did earn, doin’ odd +jobs round town, why he spent pretty near all of it on gin, +and his family might of starved if the stores hadn’t of carried +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</span> +them along. Jim’s wife tried her hand at dressmakin’, +but they ain’t nobody goin’ to get rich makin’ dresses in this +town.</p> + +<p>As I say, she’d of divorced Jim, only she seen that she +couldn’t support herself and the kids and she was always +hopin’ that some day Jim would cut out his habits and +give her more than two or three dollars a week.</p> + +<p>They was a time when she would go to whoever he was +workin’ for and ask them to give her his wages, but after +she done this once or twice, he beat her to it by borrowin’ +most of his pay in advance. He told it all round town, +how he had outfoxed his Missus. He certainly was a +caution!</p> + +<p>But he wasn’t satisfied with just outwittin’ her. He was +sore the way she had acted, tryin’ to grab off his pay. And +he made up his mind he’d get even. Well, he waited till +Evans’s Circus was advertised to come to town. Then he +told his wife and two kiddies that he was goin’ to take them +to the circus. The day of the circus, he told them he would +get the tickets and meet them outside the entrance to the +tent.</p> + +<p>Well, he didn’t have no intentions of bein’ there or buyin’ +tickets or nothin’. He got full of gin and laid round +Wright’s poolroom all day. His wife and the kids waited +and waited and of course he didn’t show up. His wife +didn’t have a dime with her, or nowhere else, I guess. So +she finally had to tell the kids it was all off and they cried +like they wasn’t never goin’ to stop.</p> + +<p>Well, it seems, w’ile they was cryin’, Doc Stair come +along and he asked what was the matter, but Mrs. Kendall +was stubborn and wouldn’t tell him, but the kids told him +and he insisted on takin’ them and their mother in the +show. Jim found this out afterwards and it was one reason +why he had it in for Doc Stair.</p> + +<p>Doc Stair come here about a year and a half ago. He’s +a mighty handsome young fella and his clothes always look +like he has them made to order. He goes to Detroit two or +three times a year and w’ile he’s there he must have a +tailor take his measure and then make him a suit to order. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</span> +They cost pretty near twice as much, but they fit a whole +lot better than if you just bought them in a store.</p> + +<p>For a w’ile everybody was wonderin’ why a young doctor +like Doc Stair should come to a town like this where we +already got old Doc Gamble and Doc Foote that’s both +been here for years and all the practice in town was always +divided between the two of them.</p> + +<p>Then they was a story got round that Doc Stair’s gal had +throwed him over, a gal up in the Northern Peninsula +somewhere, and the reason he come here was to hide himself +away and forget it. He said himself that he thought they +wasn’t nothin’ like general practice in a place like ours to +fit a man to be a good all round doctor. And that’s why +he’d came.</p> + +<p>Anyways, it wasn’t long before he was makin’ enough to +live on, though they tell me that he never dunned nobody +for what they owed him, and the folks here certainly has +got the owin’ habit, even in my business. If I had all that +was comin’ to me for just shaves alone, I could go to Carterville +and put up at the Mercer for a week and see a different +picture every night. For instance, they’s old George +Purdy—but I guess I shouldn’t ought to be gossipin’.</p> + +<p>Well, last year, our coroner died, died of the flu. Ken +Beatty, that was his name. He was the coroner. So they +had to choose another man to be coroner in his place and +they picked Doc Stair. He laughed at first and said he +didn’t want it, but they made him take it. It ain’t no job +that anybody would fight for and what a man makes out of +it in a year would just about buy seeds for their garden. +Doc’s the kind, though, that can’t say no to nothin’ if you +keep at him long enough.</p> + +<p>But I was goin’ to tell you about a poor boy we got here +in town—Paul Dickson. He fell out of a tree when he was +about ten years old. Lit on his head and it done somethin’ +to him and he ain’t never been right. No harm in +him, but just silly. Jim Kendall used to call him cuckoo; +that’s a name Jim had for anybody that was off their head, +only he called people’s head their bean. That was another +of his gags, callin’ head bean and callin’ crazy people +cuckoo. Only poor Paul ain’t crazy, but just silly. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</span></p> + +<p>You can imagine that Jim used to have all kinds of fun +with Paul. He’d send him to the White Front Garage for +a left-handed monkey wrench. Of course they ain’t no such +thing as a left-handed monkey wrench.</p> + +<p>And once we had a kind of a fair here and they was a +baseball game between the fats and the leans and before the +game started Jim called Paul over and sent him way down +to Schrader’s hardware store to get a key for the pitcher’s +box.</p> + +<p>They wasn’t nothin’ in the way of gags that Jim couldn’t +think up, when he put his mind to it.</p> + +<p>Poor Paul was always kind of suspicious of people, +maybe on account of how Jim had kept foolin’ him. Paul +wouldn’t have much to do with anybody only his own +mother and Doc Stair and a girl here in town named Julie +Gregg. That is, she ain’t a girl no more, but pretty near +thirty or over.</p> + +<p>When Doc first come to town, Paul seemed to feel like +here was a real friend and he hung round Doc’s office +most of the w’ile; the only time he wasn’t there was when +he’d go home to eat or sleep or when he seen Julie Gregg +doin’ her shoppin’.</p> + +<p>When he looked out Doc’s window and seen her, he’d +run downstairs and join her and tag along with her to the +different stores. The poor boy was crazy about Julie and +she always treated him mighty nice and made him feel +like he was welcome, though of course it wasn’t nothin’ +but pity on her side.</p> + +<p>Doc done all he could to improve Paul’s mind and he told +me once that he really thought the boy was getting better, +that they was times when he was as bright and sensible as +anybody else.</p> + +<p>But I was goin’ to tell you about Julie Gregg. Old man +Gregg was in the lumber business, but got to drinkin’ and +lose the most of his money and when he died, he didn’t leave +nothin’ but the house and just enough insurance for the +girl to skimp along on.</p> + +<p>Her mother was a kind of a half invalid and didn’t hardly +ever leave the house. Julie wanted to sell the place and +move somewheres else after the old man died, but the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</span> +mother said she was born here and would die here. It was +tough on Julie as the young people round this town—well, +she’s too good for them.</p> + +<p>She’s been away to school and Chicago and New York +and different places and they ain’t no subject she can’t talk +on, where you take the rest of the young folks here and +you mention anything to them outside of Gloria Swanson +or Tommy Meighan and they think you’re delirious. Did +you see Gloria in Wages of Virtue? You missed somethin’!</p> + +<p>Well, Doc Stair hadn’t been here more than a week when +he come in one day to get shaved and I recognized who he +was, as he had been pointed out to me, so I told him about +my old lady. She’s been ailin’ for a couple years and +either Doc Gamble or Doc Foote, neither one, seemed to be +helpin’ her. So he said he would come out and see her, +but if she was able to get out herself, it would be better to +bring her to his office where he could make a completer +examination.</p> + +<p>So I took her to his office and w’ile I was waitin’ for her +in the reception room, in come Julie Gregg. When somebody +comes in Doc Stair’s office, they’s a bell that rings in +his inside office so as he can tell they’s somebody to see +him.</p> + +<p>So he left my old lady inside and come out to the front +office and that’s the first time him and Julie met and I +guess it was what they call love at first sight. But it +wasn’t fifty-fifty. This young fella was the slickest lookin’ +fella she’d ever seen in this town and she went wild over +him. To him she was just a young lady that wanted to +see the doctor.</p> + +<p>She’d came on about the same business I had. Her +mother had been doctorin’ for years with Doc Gamble and +Doc Foote and without no results. So she’d heard they +was a new doc in town and decided to give him a try. He +promised to call and see her mother that same day.</p> + +<p>I said a minute ago that it was love at first sight on her +part. I’m not only judgin’ by how she acted afterwards +but how she looked at him that first day in his office. I +ain’t no mind reader, but it was wrote all over her face that +she was gone. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</span></p> + +<p>Now Jim Kendall, besides bein’ a jokesmith and a pretty +good drinker, well, Jim was quite a lady-killer. I guess he +run pretty wild durin’ the time he was on the road for them +Carterville people, and besides that, he’d had a couple little +affairs of the heart right here in town. As I say, his wife +could have divorced him, only she couldn’t.</p> + +<p>But Jim was like the majority of men, and women, too, I +guess. He wanted what he couldn’t get. He wanted Julie +Gregg and worked his head off tryin’ to land her. Only +he’d of said bean instead of head.</p> + +<p>Well, Jim’s habits and his jokes didn’t appeal to Julie and +of course he was a married man, so he didn’t have no more +chance than, well, than a rabbit. That’s an expression of +Jim’s himself. When somebody didn’t have no chance to +get elected or somethin’, Jim would always say they didn’t +have no more chance than a rabbit.</p> + +<p>He didn’t make no bones about how he felt. Right in +here, more than once, in front of the whole crowd, he said +he was stuck on Julie and anybody that could get her for +him was welcome to his house and his wife and kids included. +But she wouldn’t have nothin’ to do with him; +wouldn’t even speak to him on the street. He finally seen +he wasn’t gettin’ nowheres with his usual line so he decided +to try the rough stuff. He went right up to her house one +evenin’ and when she opened the door he forced his way +in and grabbed her. But she broke loose and before he +could stop her, she run in the next room and locked the +door and phoned to Joe Barnes. Joe’s the marshal. Jim +could hear who she was phonin’ to and he beat it before Joe +got there.</p> + +<p>Joe was an old friend of Julie’s pa. Joe went to Jim the +next day and told him what would happen if he ever done +it again.</p> + +<p>I don’t know how the news of this little affair leaked out. +Chances is that Joe Barnes told his wife and she told somebody +else’s wife and they told their husband. Anyways, +it did leak out and Hod Meyers had the nerve to kid Jim +about it, right here in this shop. Jim didn’t deny nothin’ +and kind of laughed it off and said for us all to wait; that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</span> +lots of people had tried to make a monkey out of him, but +he always got even.</p> + +<p>Meanw’ile everybody in town was wise to Julie’s bein’ +wild mad over the Doc. I don’t suppose she had any +idear how her face changed when him and her was together; +of course she couldn’t of, or she’d of kept away from him. +And she didn’t know that we was all noticin’ how many +times she made excuses to go up to his office or pass it on +the other side of the street and look up in his window to +see if he was there. I felt sorry for her and so did most +other people.</p> + +<p>Hod Meyers kept rubbin’ it into Jim about how the Doc +had cut him out. Jim didn’t pay no attention to the kiddin’ +and you could see he was plannin’ one of his jokes.</p> + +<p>One trick Jim had was the knack of changin’ his voice. +He could make you think he was a girl talkin’ and he +could mimic any man’s voice. To show you how good he +was along this line, I’ll tell you the joke he played on me +once.</p> + +<p>You know, in most towns of any size, when a man is dead +and needs a shave, why the barber that shaves him soaks +him five dollars for the job; that is, he don’t soak <em>him</em>, +but whoever ordered the shave. I just charge three dollars +because personally I don’t mind much shavin’ a dead person. +They lay a whole lot stiller than live customers. The +only thing is that you don’t feel like talkin’ to them and +you get kind of lonesome.</p> + +<p>Well, about the coldest day we ever had here, two years +ago last winter, the phone rung at the house w’ile I was +home to dinner and I answered the phone and it was a +woman’s voice and she said she was Mrs. John Scott and +her husband was dead and would I come out and shave +him.</p> + +<p>Old John had always been a good customer of mine. But +they live seven miles out in the country, on the Streeter +road. Still I didn’t see how I could say no.</p> + +<p>So I said I would be there, but would have to come in a +jitney and it might cost three or four dollars besides the +price of the shave. So she, or the voice, it said that was all +right, so I got Frank Abbott to drive me out to the place +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</span> +and when I got there, who should open the door but old +John himself! He wasn’t no more dead than, well than a +rabbit.</p> + +<p>It didn’t take no private detective to figure out who had +played me this little joke. Nobody could of thought it up +but Jim Kendall. He certainly was a card!</p> + +<p>I tell you this incident just to show you how he could disguise +his voice and make you believe it was somebody else +talkin’. I’d of swore it was Mrs. Scott had called me. +Anyways, some woman.</p> + +<p>Well, Jim waited till he had Doc Stair’s voice down pat; +then he went after revenge.</p> + +<p>He called Julie up on a night when he knew Doc was over +in Carterville. She never questioned but what it was Doc’s +voice. Jim said he must see her that night; he couldn’t +wait no longer to tell her somethin’. She was all excited +and told him to come to the house. But he said he was expectin’ +an important long distance call and wouldn’t she +please forget her manners for once and come to his office. +He said they couldn’t nothin’ hurt her and nobody would +see her and he just <em>must</em> talk to her a little w’ile. Well, +poor Julie fell for it.</p> + +<p>Doc always keeps a night light in his office, so it looked +to Julie like they was somebody there.</p> + +<p>Meanw’ile Jim Kendall had went to Wright’s poolroom, +where they was a whole gang amusin’ themselves. The +most of them had drank plenty of gin, and they was a rough +bunch even when sober. They was always strong for Jim’s +jokes and when he told them to come with him and see some +fun they give up their card games and pool games and +followed along.</p> + +<p>Doc’s office is on the second floor. Right outside his +door they’s a flight of stairs leadin’ to the floor above. Jim +and his gang hid in the dark behind these stairs.</p> + +<p>Well, Julie come up to Doc’s door and rung the bell and +they was nothin’ doin’. She rung it again and she rung it +seven or eight times. Then she tried the door and found +it locked. Then Jim made some kind of a noise and she +heard it and waited a minute, and then she says, “Is that +you, Ralph?” Ralph is Doc’s first name. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</span></p> + +<p>They was no answer and it must of came to her all of a +sudden that she’d been bunked. She pretty near fell downstairs +and the whole gang after her. They chased her all +the way home, hollerin’, “Is that you Ralph?” and “Oh, +Ralphie, dear, is that you?” Jim says he couldn’t holler it +himself, as he was laughin’ too hard.</p> + +<p>Poor Julie! She didn’t show up here on Main Street for +a long, long time afterward.</p> + +<p>And of course Jim and his gang told everybody in town, +everybody but Doc Stair. They was scared to tell him, +and he might of never knowed only for Paul Dickson. The +poor cuckoo, as Jim called him, he was here in the shop +one night when Jim was still gloatin’ yet over what he’d +done to Julie. And Paul took in as much of it as he +could understand and he run to Doc with the story.</p> + +<p>It’s a cinch Doc went up in the air and swore he’d make +Jim suffer. But it was a kind of a delicate thing, because +if it got out that he had beat Jim up, Julie was bound to +hear of it and then she’d know that Doc knew and of +course knowin’ that he knew would make it worse for her +than ever. He was goin’ to do somethin’, but it took a +lot of figurin’.</p> + +<p>Well, it was a couple days later when Jim was here in +the shop again, and so was the cuckoo. Jim was goin’ duck-shootin’ +the next day and had came in lookin’ for Hod +Meyers to go with him. I happened to know that Hod had +went over to Carterville and wouldn’t be home till the end +of the week. So Jim said he hated to go alone and he +guessed he would call it off. Then poor Paul spoke up and +said if Jim would take him he would go along. Jim thought +a w’ile and then he said, well, he guessed a half-wit was +better than nothin’.</p> + +<p>I suppose he was plottin’ to get Paul out in the boat and +play some joke on him, like pushin’ him in the water. Anyways, +he said Paul could go. He asked him had he ever +shot a duck and Paul said no, he’d never even had a gun +in his hands. So Jim said he could set in the boat and +watch him and if he behaved himself, he might lend him +his gun for a couple of shots. They made a date to meet +in the mornin’ and that’s the last I seen of Jim alive. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</span></p> + +<p>Next mornin’, I hadn’t been open more than ten minutes +when Doc Stair come in. He looked kind of nervous. He +asked me had I seen Paul Dickson. I said no, but I knew +where he was, out duck-shootin’ with Jim Kendall. So Doc +says that’s what he had heard, and he couldn’t understand +it because Paul had told him he wouldn’t never have no +more to do with Jim as long as he lived.</p> + +<p>He said Paul had told him about the joke Jim had played +on Julie. He said Paul had asked him what he thought of +the joke and the Doc had told him that anybody that would +do a thing like that ought not to be let live.</p> + +<p>I said it had been a kind of a raw thing, but Jim just +couldn’t resist no kind of a joke, no matter how raw. I +said I thought he was all right at heart, but just bubblin’ +over with mischief. Doc turned and walked out.</p> + +<p>At noon he got a phone call from old John Scott. The +lake where Jim and Paul had went shootin’ is on John’s +place. Paul had came runnin’ up to the house a few minutes +before and said they’d been an accident. Jim had shot +a few ducks and then give the gun to Paul and told him to +try his luck. Paul hadn’t never handled a gun and he was +nervous. He was shakin’ so hard that he couldn’t control +the gun. He let fire and Jim sunk back in the boat, dead.</p> + +<p>Doc Stair, bein’ the coroner, jumped in Frank Abbott’s +flivver and rushed out to Scott’s farm. Paul and old John +was down on the shore of the lake. Paul had rowed the +boat to shore, but they’d left the body in it, waiting for +Doc to come.</p> + +<p>Doc examined the body and said they might as well fetch +it back to town. They was no use leavin’ it there or callin’ +a jury, as it was a plain case of accidental shootin’.</p> + +<p>Personally I wouldn’t never leave a person shoot a gun in +the same boat I was in unless I was sure they knew somethin’ +about guns. Jim was a sucker to leave a new beginner +have his gun, let alone a halfwit. It probably served Jim +right, what he got. But still we miss him round here. He +certainly was a card!</p> + +<p>Comb it wet or dry?</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_12_12" href="#FNanchor_12_12" class="label">[12]</a> Copyright, 1925, by Liberty Weekly, Incorporated.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Ring W. Lardner.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE ILL WIND</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_ILL_WIND13"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE ILL WIND</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_13_13" href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By ROBERT ROBINSON + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>Collier’s Weekly</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">As</span> best I can recollect, this is the way it happened:</p> + +<p>I got up about the usual time that morning and went +out to get some kindling to make a fire with. Well, I +noticed that it was kinda still and sultry like, and I told +Martha when I got back in that I believed it was going to +come a storm. She said she hoped it rained, as the tomatoes +needed it bad. You see, we’d set out a five-acre patch of +them about a week before. I didn’t tell her that I was +afraid that it was going to turn into a sandstorm. I knew +she’d have a fit. She always does.</p> + +<p>Martha’d worked too hard. You see, we moved on this +place more’n fifteen years ago. We were young then, and +we figured we’d make no end of money. We came here from +Missouri ’cause we wanted to get a start so’s we could give +the boy an education. We just had one kid then, Johnnie. +We got five now. But that ain’t got nothing to do with the +story. As I was saying, Martha’d worked too hard. We +had to pay out the place, and it seemed like luck would +never break our way. The first year the sod didn’t make +enough to pay expenses; then several years we were blown +out by sand; the drought got us a couple of times; and then +we had a good many other things to happen that kinda took +the wind out of our sails.</p> + +<p>And then there was another thing that I hate to mention +that seemed to worry her no end. You see, Martha was +awful religious. She comes from that kind of stock. For +some reason or other I ain’t never took to religion much. It +always seemed like foolishness to me. That kinda hurt +her. And when everything begin to go wrong she laid it to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</span> +me being so ungodly. I used to laugh and joke her about it, +but she took it serious as ever’thing. She’d say:</p> + +<p>“All right, you can joke about it all you want to, but +some day you’ll see. The Lord’ll exact His toll; He’ll make +you pay.”</p> + +<p>Well, she got up, and as usual she cried a little. I didn’t +blame her. Poor old Martha! She’d had such dreams, and +they’d all been blown away, as you might say. Then too +she was a sick woman a lot of the time. She had the neuralgia +and the catarrh, and between them, with all the work +she did, they kept her feeling mighty poorly.</p> + +<p>But, as I was saying, Martha got up, and after she’d had +her little cry she was all right. She got Minnie up—that’s +our oldest girl—and they started getting breakfast. It +weren’t daylight yet, but the east was beginning to get sorta +rosy like and you could kinda smell the sun a-coming. I +rousted out Henry and Johnnie—they’re our oldest boys—and +we started to the barn to feed the stock.</p> + +<p>Well, I saw that sure enough we were in for something. +The red in the east had spread until it covered quite a bit +of the sky, and it didn’t look like it usually does. It was as +if somebody had hung a thin yellow veil over it. And I +noticed that there was a bank of dark-looking clouds hanging +low against the northwest sky line. And so I yelled for +Martha to leave breakfast alone and come milk before it +started raining, or something. I was purty sure by that +time that it weren’t going to be no ordinary rain, but I +didn’t want Martha to know it till she had to.</p> + +<p>I’ve seen a lot of west Texas storms, and I’ve seen them +break records coming up, but I ain’t never seen one that +could keep in smelling distance of that one that morning. +Why, do you know, by the time Martha and Minnie could +get to the cow pen and get one cow apiece milked that bank +of clouds was halfway up the sky and going so fast you +could see it a-moving. The sun was just peeping over the +horizon and looking so red and awful, and the air was so +still, and you could hear for miles. I made out ever’ word +Old Man Holland said to one of his little boys, who it +’peared had done something he shouldn’t, and it was more’n +two miles over to their place. The air had a sort of pressing-down +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</span> +effect. You kinda had to put out an effort to get +enough breath to keep you from gasping. And sweat! It +just poured down my face.</p> + +<p>Well, I went on back in the barn and began shucking +some corn to shell so as I could take it to town the next +day, Saturday, and get it ground into meal. Directly I +heard Martha let out a squeal and I knew something was +up. I hurried out and saw her standing in the middle of the +cow lot looking about her in a wild sort of way. She kinda +looks wild, anyway, when she first gets up, with her hair +a-stringing down and her dress askew.</p> + +<p>“It’s going to come a cyclone!” she yells to me. And +then she tells Minnie to come on, and away they goes to +the house lickity split. She hollers and tells me to come on +and let’s go down the cellar.</p> + +<p>I looked about and, by heck, I felt like making a run +for the hole myself. The cloud had spread away over the +barn, and on both the east and west there was a rolling, +working mass of sand a-tearing along the prairie at a terrific +rate. Above I could hear the wind rumbling and growling, +and about a mile and a half away I saw bearing down +on me a black, awful-looking mass. And there weren’t a +breath of air a-stirring where I was. And hot! Gosh, but +the sweat was just naturally pouring off me!</p> + +<p>Well, you can tell the world that I made fast time getting +to the house. By the time I was there Martha had all the +kids out in the yard. We went down the cellar, and I +managed to pull the door too just as the first whiff of wind +hit.</p> + +<p>Well, we stayed down there for I guess as long as thirty +minutes. By that time the hardest part of the wind, it +seemed, had passed. Now, that doesn’t mean that it +weren’t blowing yet. Gosh, no! It was still moaning and +whistling, making the craziest sound in the cellar flue. I +stayed down there till I judged that it was safe to come +out, and I started to open up. Martha she kicked some, +but I told her I wanted to see what the wind had done to +everything. I raised the door a little, and the wind got a +whip at it. Danged if it didn’t tear it right out of my hands +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</span> +and bust it into a dozen pieces against the ground. Then +there weren’t nothing else to do but come out.</p> + +<p>Martha she grabbed the kids and said she weren’t coming +out, but when she saw me standing up she judged it was +safe, so she took a chance and came about halfway up the +steps. There came a moment’s lull about that time. Now, +I don’t mean that the wind quit blowing. Land, no! I just +mean that it didn’t blow so hard for a minute or so. Martha +saw that I knew what I was talking about, so she +hustled the kids out, and they got ready to make a run +for the house.</p> + +<p>Well, about that time along came a hard gust and caught +Molly—that’s our second girl—right in the middle and +blew her sky-winding. It didn’t hurt her none, and I saw +it, so I laughed. Now, maybe that didn’t make Martha +mad. Gosh! She started after Molly, who couldn’t seem +to get her feet, and danged if Martha didn’t get turned +over. Then I seen that it was time for me to take a hand, +so I did. I got ’em both on their feet, but Martha, she +couldn’t seem to stand. She said it’d hurt her back; that +she guessed that I was satisfied now that I had probably +killed her; that that’s what I’d been trying to do for a long +time.</p> + +<p>Now Martha she knew better than that, but when she +gets all wrought up she jest has to say something like that. +Of course her back weren’t broke. It was just her imagination. +She’s got anything beat for imagining things that +I ever seen. But you can tell the world that she gave me +Hail Columbia just the same.</p> + +<p>Well, I finally got ’em all safely in the house, and then +I begin to try to see what damage had been done to the +other buildings. I expected to see every one of ’em laying +slap on the ground. I couldn’t see very well from the window, +but I could tell that at least a part of the barn was +standing. Then I looked for the chicken house, but it +weren’t nowhere to be seen. Right then and there I said to +myself that I had to go out and see about it.</p> + +<p>Martha she didn’t want me to.</p> + +<p>“That’s it. Go out and get yourself killed and then +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</span> +what’ll become of us?” she says with the tears a-running +down her cheeks.</p> + +<p>Just for fun I put in, kinda innocent like:</p> + +<p>“Why, Martha, I didn’t think I amounted to much +around here anyway, to hear you tell it.”</p> + +<p>Well, sir, I hadn’t no more’n got that out of my mouth +than I was sorry as heck that I’d said it. She begin to cry +and take on something terrible. Said that I was just making +that up; that it was me that didn’t care anything for +her; that I’d go out and get my neck broke and leave the +poor little children to be orphans. To quiet her I told her +I wouldn’t go. And then I begin peering out of the windows +of every room that gave me a view of the lots and +chicken house; and I begin to wonder out loud what had +become of them chickens. D’rectly Martha she says:</p> + +<p>“Looks like you’d go out and see about them instead of +setting around in here and letting ’em blow away.”</p> + +<p>Now, that’s just like Martha. It hadn’t been five minutes +before that she was crying because I was thinking of +going out. Anyway, I went.</p> + +<p>Them chickens was a sight to behold. When the wind +took their house and sent it flying from over their heads +they was sent rolling and tumbling every which way. Least, +I guess they were from the way they were scattered. Some +of ’em had caught against the garden fence—it was made +out of hog wire—but most of ’em had been blown out +across the field where they’d been able to get protection +behind some new listed furrows that I had plowed only a +few days before.</p> + +<p>The cow shed was gone and the fence was down. The cows +had drifted up against the wire fence that separated the pasture +from the fields. There they stood, their heads down, all +hunched up like they used to do on cold winter days. But +now, instead of snow caked on their backs, it was sand. Every +once and a while an extra hard puff would send ’em forward +like it was going to make ’em get in the fence. That kinda +skeered me, so I went back to the house and got Johnnie to +come and help me put ’em in the horse lot. Martha +objected to him going out, but he didn’t listen, just came +a-tearing. He was tickled to death to get out. It was a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</span> +kind of picnic for him. Least, he ’peared to take it that +way. All the kids seemed to be having a rip-roaring good +time out of the storm. But you can tell the world that I +weren’t.</p> + +<p>Well, we tried to drive them cows in the lot. Every time +we’d turn them against the wind they’d blink their eyes, +shake their heads, go a few paces, and then turn around +and start tearing back to the fence. About the third time +we tried it one of ’em went too far and got in the wire +just as I was afraid she would. We tried to get her out, +and she pulled and sawed about, which made it all the +worse. She got all tangled up and tore down the wire.</p> + +<p>We tried to get old Boss out of the fence, but she was +helpless. Poor old thing! I seen that she was a goner, so +to put her out of her misery I sent Johnnie in the house to +get the gun. I told him not to let his ma see him, but it +was wasted breath. She spied him on the road out and +follered him just a-boiling. Of course she didn’t know what +he’d come after the gun for, and it skeered her. Then she +saw what’d happened. Of course she laid it on to me. +Land, how she did carry on!</p> + +<p>We shot Boss. Then I went down and found out that +the horses were faring purty well, considering ever’thing. +They were all covered in sand, but that weren’t nothing. I +fed ’em and killed as much time as I could, ’cause I wanted +to stay away from the house as long as possible. I knew +good and well that Martha’d pour it onto me hot and heavy +when I came in.</p> + +<p>But, do you know, when I got in she didn’t say a word +for a long time. She was a-setting in the sitting room rocking +back and forth in a chair that we’d got from Chicago a +couple of years before. She just set there and rocked and +looked at me so funny I felt downright creepy. I’d a whole +lot druther she’d ’a’ give it to me hot and heavy. Fact is, +I tried to start her. I says, kinda funny like:</p> + +<p>“Well, it looks like the good Lord don’t like us none +a-tall. Don’t look like He’d ’a’ treated you this way, +Martha.”</p> + +<p>I thought sure that’d make her boil over, but it didn’t. +She just kept rocking back and forth and looking at me in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</span> +that strange sort of way. I noticed a couple of tears that +were running down her cheeks. They made little clear +streaks through the dust. Maybe you think I wasn’t getting +skeered.</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter, Martha?” I asks in an anxious voice.</p> + +<p>She didn’t answer a-tall.</p> + +<p>“Do you feel bad?”</p> + +<p>Still no answer. She just kept right on a-rocking and +a-rocking, and she kept right on looking at me in that crazy +sort of way. Then she says in a awful voice:</p> + +<p>“The Lord’s judgment has fell upon us.”</p> + +<p>Gosh, but I felt creepy! It was so gloomy there in the +room in spite of it being broad open daylight. You see, the +sun was hid behind dust clouds and the windows didn’t let +in much light, they were so dirty. The sand was a-drizzling +down from the ceiling and a-coming in through the cracks +around the windows and doors; the wind was howling about +the roof of the house; and there she set and just rocked and +rocked, and every now and then she’d say:</p> + +<p>“The Lord’s judgment has fell upon us.”</p> + +<p>I tried to get her to go to bed, but she wouldn’t make a +move; I got up and traipsed around trying to stir up some +noise so’s I could drive away that creepy feeling that she +gave me with her rocking and saying in such a awful voice +that the Lord’s judgment was upon us. But somehow it +didn’t do no good. I began to be afraid that she was going +crazy, and the more I watched her the more I believed it. +I had often thought that she’d do it some time when she’d +get on one of her tears.</p> + +<p>Every now and then she’d raise her hands up toward the +ceiling and make the craziest motions and mutter something +under her breath. And all the time she just kept +a-rocking and a-rocking.</p> + +<p>I tried several things to arouse her. The kids were beginning +to notice it and to get scared and to cry. Leastwise, +the youngest ones was. Finally I happened to think +of a bright idea. If I’d pretend I’d suddenly got religion, +thinks I to myself, maybe she’d get cheered up and get over +her spell. I kinda hated to do it because I hated to be a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</span> +hypocrite, but, thinks I, circumstances alter cases, so I +decided to take a shot.</p> + +<p>I went around where she could see me and got down on +my knees and begin to pray. I asked her to help me; said +I felt the spirit of the Lord descending upon me. Then I +knew at once that I’d hit the nail right on the head. She +let out a shout and fell on her knees by my side, and such +praying I never heard before. It actually skeered me, she +was so wild about it. She’d throw up her arms and cry out +at the top of her voice for the Lord to send down His +blessed healing power and wipe out all my sins. The little +kids, they got skeered and begin to squall with all their +might, and Johnnie, Minnie and Mollie were struck dumb +at first; then they fell on their knees and begin to pray. +That only added fuel to Martha’s praying.</p> + +<p>“Lord,” she screamed above the roar of the storm, “Thou +seest this man’s children on their knees to you pleading +that you wash away their papa’s sins; you see his wife that +has lived with him in all his wickedness all these years, +kneeling and asking you to send your healing grace.”</p> + +<p>About that time she got all choked up, and I decided it +was time for me to give up, so I suddenly got up and told +her that I saw the light; that I was saved.</p> + +<p>Well, I’ve seen some wild ones in my time, but never +one as crazy as she was for the next ten minutes or so. She +begin to shout and jump around; then she threw her arms +around my neck and praised the Lord so loud in my ear she +nearly busted my eardrum; she sang and she shouted hurrah, +hosannah, bless His precious name, and other such +things, until the house fairly rung with her voice above the +shriek of the storm. And Minnie, who is kinda like her +ma in being religious and excitable like, begin to shout and +sing too. Maybe you think that between them and the +storm and the kids a-squalling there weren’t some racket +being made. I felt kinda foolish.</p> + +<p>The rest of the day Martha was so cheerful it made me +ashamed of myself.</p> + +<p>Thinks I: why, if I’d ’a’ known that it’d make so much +difference to her I’d ’a’ confessed a long time ago. I’d ’a’ +been a hypocrite to give Martha that much pleasure because +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</span> +she ain’t had any too much joy in this life, anyway.</p> + +<p>Well, I joined the church, and I ain’t never had the nerve +to tell Martha what a hypocrite I’ve been. She’s been +much happier. Of course she gets on a spell now and then, +but not near as often as she used to. She’s feeling much +better too. I guess, all and all, it’s a good thing, a mighty +good thing. Anyway, that’s how I come to be such a +church-goer. They elected me deacon not long ago, said I +was the regularest attending member they had. I don’t +feel near so bad about being a hypocrite, any more. The +fact is, I don’t know for sure that I am one.</p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_13_13" href="#FNanchor_13_13" class="label">[13]</a> Copyright, 1925, by P. F. Collier & Son Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Robert Robinson.</p></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE OLD LADY</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_OLD_LADY14"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE OLD LADY</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_14_14" href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By EVELYN SCOTT + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Dial</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> old lady was often to be seen walking on the beaches +overlooked by the hotels. She had been tall, but was +now stooped, and always advanced slowly, and with the +help of a cane. In spite of the expensive soberness of her +dress, of fine stuffs not quite in the fashion, yet much discussed +by the maids in her hotel who expected generous +remuneration for their services to her, the old lady had not +that aloof confidence in herself and her position which is +the usual endowment of wealth. She smiled too frequently +into the faces of those who looked at her, and her excessive +benevolence was like a subtle self-apology.</p> + +<p>Her thoughts could not be read, and that was fortunate. +When she awakened in the morning in a stately bed, from +which, against an opposite wall of her large room, she saw +an <i lang="fr">armoire</i> flanked with mirrors give back her image, she +always, when possible, avoided the contemplation of this +reflection; or, compelled to confront a revelation which +caused her pain, remarked inwardly, “Can it be I?” and +tried vainly to recall another almost-obliterated impression +of her own features. Queer that, remembering so distinctly +the most minute incidents of a past that had been filled +with dramatic interest, able to visualize with exactitude +the appearances of each of her friends, today dead or separated +from her by years and oceans, she had so much difficulty +in piecing together from fragments retained from the +lost years, even the vaguest representation of her own countenance +as it had been caught in looking-glasses long ago. +People who had been dear to her, and even the people she +had once disliked, had not aged, nor had they died, in that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</span> +they existed continually in her thoughts in every moment +of the time. Only her own personality, in its once-youthful +aspect, had disappeared in the nothingness of a +feeble present. She sighed, and said to herself, “Well, I +never was pretty.” Yet without being pretty she had commanded +affection and even very strong feeling.</p> + +<p>It frightened her a little that she had become some one +whom she did not know, some one whom she could not +look at with clear eyes.</p> + +<p>For all the sadness which pervaded her meditations, she +did not, with truth, call herself unhappy. She slept badly, +dreaming often of her married daughter whom she had not +seen for many months, and of a dead son; but always, after +noting the thinning of the darkness by a dawn yet scarcely +visible and feeling, upon her dry cheeks and in her scanty +hair, the still wind which rushed in a tide of freshness from +the suddenly audible sea, she would turn upon her side, +and, as if some sentinel duty of the night had been accomplished, +find that she could rest easily. Then, from this +hour into the morning, she would sleep like a child and +awaken when the sun was shining rosily upon the gilt-flowered +bedroom walls, while the lace curtains between the +window hangings of brown-and-cream brocade seemed to +expand as with an ecstatic delicacy, and, in the gilded foliage +of the dark plane tree beyond them, birds sang.</p> + +<p>Her maid, entering the chamber, and bringing the morning +coffee in an immaculate service, received a cheery “<i lang="fr">Bon +jour</i>,” but, offering to assist the old lady at her toilet, was +invariably sent away with a refusal couched in the same +terms. “Not yet, Françoise. The time for that has not yet +come.” And the old lady dressed herself. She waited for +something miraculous to occur. Every morning approached +her with an adventure which, finally, in the heat of noontime, +had not revealed itself.</p> + +<p>She felt that Françoise was a “good girl,” who should be +treated generously, and the maid, stout, handsome, and +slyly officious, with the characteristics of a peasant initiate +in the ways of the rich, adopted in her manner toward her +prosperous mistress, the attitude of a mother. The old +lady was not deceived as to the motives which prompted +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</span> +this consideration, yet, in the passiveness of temperament +engendered by old age, did not condemn. “Well, poor girl. +I must try and do something for her. I’ll leave her something +in my will.” And the old lady felt drawn to the girl +by the very exposure of self-interest which, it seemed, +should have been repelling. To know that some one depended +on you, if only for money, made you feel that your +presence in the world was yet of importance. Generous +pity relieved the heart of the old lady from the oppression +of exhausted but persistent emotions which had no outlet. +There was no one to whom the old lady could express herself.</p> + +<p>Yes, she was lonely, though had she been asked if, in this +loneliness, she wished to depart to an oblivion in which +loneliness is not felt, she would have said, “No,” sincerely +and emphatically. Trifles which had once been of no +account to her, objects and incidents which, in her youth, +had failed to interest her, now compelled her whole attention +and were infinitely precious. She loved her careful +walks through the French town. She loved the hardy appearance +of the cabbages planted in small gardens behind low +fences covered with creepers. A neglected bush of marigolds, +jutting ruddy-coloured blossoms beyond a wall, excited +in her a tenderness for growing things. She watched +the dark swallows in their bat-flights above a puddle in the +road, and their shrill bleats, coming vaguely to her deaf +ears, made her think of them innocently as lambs. Strong +sunlight, stagnant upon the plaster façade of a dwelling, +enchanted her. When, with a final exertion of her ever-waning +strength, she climbed slowly, among heaps of refuse, +to the summit of a crooked street which terminated on a +hillside, and could gaze below her, between ancient roofs +which interceded in the view, at the countryside—the still +avalanches of the mountains, the small villages crushed +under the red roofs that surmounted the houses, the acres +of vines, tremblingly outspread in the soaring light of morning +and resembling still lakes of green silk—the immense +silence which lay beyond the town in which she was visiting +seemed to her to enwrap her benevolently, and the whole +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</span> +world, dissension and struggle obliterated, was a friendly +place.</p> + +<p>It was only at noontime, in the heat of the day, when, +after taking her luncheon in the table d’hôte downstairs +and, with nodding head, listening for half an hour to some +Spanish singers who, on a terrace ornamented with palms +and young trees in pots and covered over by a pergola on +which roses twined, were entertaining the guests of the +hotel, she rested in her bedroom, that she felt depressed. +The sunshine filled the street below her window, but the +stillness it made, as the heat arrested the play of children +and hushed their voices, and footsteps became so occasional +that they echoed on the cobbles as footsteps echo in the +night—this stillness was terrible and oppressive.</p> + +<p>She lowered the Venetian blinds upon her balconies, and, +in a semi-glow, in which the unchanging aspect of objects +in her room became pronounced, she lay on her bed again, +her eyes closed, and tried to sleep. Sleep was impossible. +Her cheeks, pale and withered and covered by a scarcely-perceptible +down of white, were hot and parched. With no +relief from the violence of the light, that, even through +drawn curtains could be discerned in the stolid brilliance +of a stucco building opposite the hotel, she moistened her +lips, several times adjusted the pillow beneath her head, +and, without being conscious of the sounds she uttered, +moaned slightly.</p> + +<p>Her health was bad. At any moment she might have a +recurrence of the heart trouble from which she suffered, +a malady from which she would, at last, most certainly +die. But it was not of death that she thought. Indeed she +refused to think of death. It pleased her better to imagine +that she would live a long time—a long, long, long time. +And when, in her promenades, her steps turned inadvertently +toward the cemetery, with its crumbling mausoleums +making little intimate avenues for the dead below the +black-green lines of conical cypress trees, she experienced, +in her first glimpse of the tombs, decorated as for a perpetual +holiday with wreaths of colored beads, black, violet, +pale-blue, and white, and with bouquets of artificial flowers, +a sudden shock of fright, of amazement—of some emotion +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</span> +which she did not attempt to describe—and turned back.</p> + +<p>Why was she traveling like this, going all over Europe, +from one hotel to another, rarely encountering an acquaintance +and certainly not amusing herself in the ways habitual +with tourists? In her young days she had been too much +occupied with personal affairs to give much of her energy +to travel. There was a great deal of the world that she had +never seen. Now that her daughter was married, absorbed +by interests in which the old lady had but slight part, and +her son was dead, she, the old lady, had uninterrupted opportunity +to see odd corners of the globe that had always +intrigued her—even the names of the towns she visited +were those that had, years ago, seemed to her remarkable. +Besides she had a terror, continual if not dwelt upon, of +being unwanted, and so, rather than remain as a tolerated +outsider in her daughter’s home, she had preferred the +company of strangers who were not obliged to show her +any attentions that were not quite spontaneous.</p> + +<p>On the terrace of the hotel, under the pergola covered +with roses and with foliage which had turned blue and artificial +in the glow of the electric lamps, the old lady sat in +the evenings, watching those who came and went from the +dancing in the saloon, while she tried to make herself unobtrusive. +If a young couple, approaching her, ignored +her, and it could be seen that they were covertly making +love to one another, the old lady moved further away into +the shadows and out of hearing. There she was able, when +lifting her gaze, to discern the stars which, at one instant, +appeared to her quite brilliant, while the next minute she +saw only darkness, and could hear, distant under the rotating +melody of a waltz played by an orchestra, a rushing +sound in her ears which might be the sea and might only +be the beating of her own heart. She always preferred to +think the sound was the sea, and then she would rise and +walk about, still clinging to the shadows and, because she +was forgotten, feeling her own person as the person of +another whom she also desired to forget.</p> + +<p>No, the day was happier than the night. She loved children. +In her black dress and bonnet, she often walked, +with her stick, along the beaches. There she encountered +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</span> +children. She recalled the delights of her own childhood +and longed to be able, in some manner, to indicate to the +children, in some way which would convince them, that she +had been a child, and that childhood was not foreign to +her, as they supposed. And she was humiliated by something +grotesque in this longing, as if she had convicted herself +of a jealousy of youth.</p> + +<p>The children paid no heed to her, and, screaming as they +ran, they brushed past her blowing skirts, brushed past +her and ran down to the sea. Feeling a pain which was so +ignoble that she refused to recognize it, she thought, “They +are so young. They don’t understand.” And she prayed +to be able always to love children as she did now, and to +wish for them, with her whole being, saturate with gratitude +for a happy past, a continuance of their light-heartedness.</p> + +<p>After such an experience, returning to the hotel, she +wrote letters, to keep herself from growing “stale,” as she +smilingly called it, letters to her daughter, letters to old +acquaintances—some of them had almost ceased to take +account of her existence—and the reward for this insistent +attention to those who were far away, perhaps forever, was +an interest in the coming of the postman, so keen that it +embarrassed her. Often the mails brought her nothing at +all, or there came a letter from some old friend who, burdened +with age, expressed herself entirely in the utterance +of complaints. “Poor Jane, poor Sally, poor Louisa,” the +old lady would say, and try to evade the fact that she had +anticipated a letter of a different kind, a letter containing +something stimulating, something of especial interest, or +something complimentary to herself. It seemed to her that +her own troubles would have been quite bearable if only +her dear old friends could find, as she did, the philosophical +compensations of maturity. Occasionally, in her travels, +she encountered a woman like herself, old, isolate, seeking, +in new sights and scenes, a substitute for the personal +drama which was finished. “Poor woman,” the old lady +would say of the other old woman, then, suddenly, realizing +that the one she pitied was like herself, and alarmed by the +sense of an intolerable identity, she would conjure up cheerful +thoughts and, from that time forward, gently avoid the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</span> +new acquaintance, and this without any intention of being +cruel, but simply to preserve something necessary to her.</p> + +<p>“We must all live our own lives. We old people have no +right to prey upon our children,” she often said. And it +was this conviction which made her, secretly, a little afraid +of her grandchildren of whom her daughter sent her photographs—the +daughter who, with the dead son, had been +for many years the one absorption of the old lady’s life. +When she meditated upon the joys of maternity and the +intimate relations of a family, the old lady became confused. +In some manner, in spite of her devotion, her attitude +toward her children had been an error, but an error +which she would never be able to localize within her or +describe to herself accurately. She only felt that such error, +or its equivalent, must be common to all the world, and, in +apologizing so constantly for herself, she apologized for +others, too, and found that any emotion which was not pity +had become incomprehensible to her. The most frightening +thing of all was that pity itself required a defence, and +her very desire to confess for herself and admit for others +inadequacy, without condemning it, was the basis of her +real apartness from her former life. She wanted to state all +this intelligibly, but she had never been able to do so. Her +thoughts became lost again in the past, when her eyes filled +with tears and the grief she had felt at her husband’s death +came back to her—not the grief she had experienced at the +time, to which her health had succumbed while her reason +was threatened, but another despair which was without any +quality of protest and which she vainly attempted to unify +with the emotions of twenty years before. She even tried +to grieve more, but without success.</p> + +<p>It was her present incapacity for strong passion which +drove her, in her phantomlike existence, to dependence on +routine, and the concrete regularity of meal hours had +become as important to her as any critical event. In the +vast dining saloon with its glass front overlooking the water, +she was punctual at one o’clock and at half-past seven, and, +though her appetite was variable, she was always one of the +last to leave the table. What nice young people those +two in the corner were, the ones who were newly married, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</span> +and what an excellent mamma was the stout woman of +thirty with the little daughter. The old lady usually had +some pleasant remark for the waiter who, good-humored +and polite, was ready to serve her immediately upon her +entrance into the room, though he was somewhat perfunctory +and reserved his most refined solicitude for persons +who, not poorer than she was, were more difficult to +please. She liked hot coffee that burned her withered lips, +and Michael was careful to bring coffee steaming and perfumed, +and she drank it on the terrace. Yet she bored +him. There was nothing beyond her guessed-at fortune to +supply material for scandals or invite interest.</p> + +<p>She did not resent living alone, but she was often conscious +of her lonely appearance and of what it might suggest +to others. She wished, on that account, to exhibit an +occupation. When she went to the writing room or sat on +the beach, she carried a book with her, turned over the +pages carefully, and appreciated, perhaps, a paragraph of +what she read, but many of the lines she perused might +have been inscribed in some strange language as remote as +a language of the Orient. Refusing to confront this incapacity +to receive, mentally, the new impression, the secret +of the universe was, to her, as if buried inscrutably in her +own soul, and to be divulged—if ever—in a reconstructed +understanding of what had happened to her, an understanding +which included even the most trivial incidents of former +days. To have lived, loved, borne children, and grown +old was to have known everything. Why could she find no +words to make this meaning of intimate things intelligible +to her fellow men? Because she could not speak and make +herself heard, it was often as though, in living so fully, she +had never lived. Her heart beat in a troubled way. Her +hands, on the leaves of her book, trembled, and she resisted +being sorry for herself. She tried to take comfort in a +religion in which her faith was no longer orthodox, and +ended, finally, with this great pity for the world which did +not ask to be pitied and despised pity—pity which was—she +sometimes doubtfully conjectured it—the reflection of +her own weakness. Then the only recourse from these +vague and half-comprehended thoughts was to consider a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</span> +change to a new scene, a journey which would tax her +strength, in which, in speaking to Françoise, the old lady +would ridicule weakness and make light of it. Or she would +rise from her deck-chair and walk in the sunshine along +the beach.</p> + +<p>The blue waters, angry and violent in the wind that +flapped her skirts, suggested to her a darkness of night in +which green fields are visible. The poetry of the comparison +pleased her, as the image appeared unpremeditatedly +from her mind, and was like a memory of youth. As she +watched that steady onward movement of waters upon the +land, she experienced what was to her, in this day, a rare +moment, a moment of positive happiness.</p> + +<p>Beyond the pier, where she walked, leaning on her stick, +the sea surrounded the dripping rocks of a headland. The +rocks were bronze-colored and porous, like gutted and petrified +combs of honey, left there by bees of a giant size. +Above them, in jagged curtains of white foam, in the glow +of the sun, the surf towered. For an instant the suspended +curtain hung twinkling in the light, to descend, with the +transcience of dew and the indolence of a floating veil, upon +the agitation of waves which had conveyed it. The surface +of glass which was the ocean, voluminous and rocking, like +the sun-inflamed canopy of a glass tent, washed up and +down magnificently, somnolently, as a cradle gently rocked, +and the enormous tents of water, built up one after another, +were covered all over with globules of sunshine, round and +crystal, trembling like the drops that fall hesitatingly from +metal which, made over-warm, has begun to cool again.</p> + +<p>Once more the foam concentrated in seething currents, +rushing together with subterranean hisses. The foam concentrated, +lifted, and made a glittering edifice of snow, +harsh, exquisite, and momentary, like the Gothic traceries +of frost. The tower of marble, of a lacy substance, of the +purity of linen left long to bleach, but with the adamant +glitter of diamonds, sank easily, waned in prismatic reflections, +and was no more than a pale breath, breathed on the +distance of the intense sky and evaporating like mist. Little +water-spouts, such as pour from the gargoyle-mouths of +old fountains, ran steadily downward from crevices in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</span> +stones. The tide rattled among the boulders. The sea +had subsided, only to come forward as before, but with a +more implacable ease. A glass tube, transparent on the +length of the shore, showed, in a bottle-blue wall, ribbon-tangles +of reddish seaweed, designed in the clear substance +with the design of objects caught in amber. The swell, with +its mounting undulations, resolved in long blades of crystal, +run high in the air in a concave symmetry in which sank +massive and transparent shadows that were the reflections +of the waves themselves, carving the beaches.</p> + +<p>The old lady’s bonnet-strings whipped out under her +chin, her wide black dress was full like a banner and beat +her legs, yet, though she steadied herself against the onslaught +of winds, felt salt vapors upon her face, and was +obliged to squint and lower her wrinkled lids against the +glare, she saw everything vividly. The foam, curdling the +sands, sticky amber and smooth as mirrors, was a flat scallop, +like a ruffle of soapsuds, and the scallops ran down +coruscations and runnels that were the imprints of wavy +hair, faintly golden. A cold smell of rotted fish and kelp +came to the old lady on the same breeze that wafted to +her the screams of the children, of the little boys in their +striped bathing costumes who were wading in the shallows. +And little girls in white, little girls, barefoot, with sand-buckets +and shovels, their short skirts tilted behind their +flying legs, were heard shrieking happily as they swooped, +like a flock of small gulls, straight down to the water’s +edge. More obscurely, as from a more vast distance, the +old lady heard the voices of the grown-up bathers, who, +swimming far out into the breakers, were carried, with +heads bobbing, to an immense height, lifted, by the indifferent +sapphire waters, as upon the flashing shoulders of +armored giants.</p> + +<p>Then she turned toward the sultry horizon, where the +brilliance of the day succumbed to the overshadowing of +clouds, and to something less visible—perhaps an emanation +from the light itself—which was like unseen smoke. +Beyond the cobalt welter of sun and waves, incessantly +flaked as with white flowers, a boat balanced quietly under +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</span> +one sail, stood, upon the emptiness, like a swan upon a +still lake, its head under its wing.</p> + +<p>The old lady was fatigued by this unforeseen intensity of +visual appreciation. She had come to the end of the pier, +and, turning reluctantly, began to retrace her footsteps to +the hotel. On the shore she noted the rosy and dusked +loftiness of the retreating mountains, their peaks somber +under the fogs of a summer rainstorm, while on the rusted +slopes the deep green of the trees suggested a relief of +velvet on an old brocade, the crushed foliage of the pines +and cork oaks hinting at the tactile qualities of variegated +mosses. The fashionable hotels along the waterfront, +built in stucco and somewhat in the Spanish style, +ancient houses in the town with walls of plaster or rubble, +all showed in a violent radiance of sinking sun in which the +pallor of white surfaces and the redness of far-off roofs +received a remote emphasis on objects which seemed the +minute dwellings of dolls.</p> + +<p>And the old lady was suddenly overcome by an emotion +which she afterwards preferred to forget. What she felt, +as she turned from her promenade, the sea-wind stinging +her flaccid cheeks, was an immanence of death, which came +to her from nowhere out of nothing—from the cries of the +children, from the boat, the breeze, from the vast water that +flowed after her. Yes, most of all from the sea, the sea +flashing in the sunshine, the great sea, monotonous, voracious, +untouched, and merciless. “I shall die,” she thought, +“but <em>they</em> will die, too.” In “they” she included the +people in the village, the bathers in the surf, and the ladies +in their organdie frocks and flowered hats, with the gentlemen +in flannels, gentlemen dressed so precisely, if carelessly, +in imitations of the English style—the old lady, as she +approached the termination of her walk, could now see them +all. And the quiet gale that swept past her from some +space infinitely distant, beyond even the clouds of the coming +rainstorm, was the breath of a holocaust. “<em>They</em>” were +all dead, all the people who covered the security of the +land, people the old lady loved and had loved, indeed people +who were dead already. That the sea was, had been, and +always would be—long, long after these, the young, the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</span> +happy, the oblivious, had ceased to live—this sea, of which +she herself was afraid, so that she had never undertaken an +ocean voyage without a tremor, the sea comforted her with +an immense and terrible comfort, so that, for an instant, her +spirit flamed coldly and intensely. All was light, sunshine, +happiness, and moving waters, and all was death, forever +and ever death—though she scarcely called it so exactly, +or by that name.</p> + +<p>Then her eyes grew dim. The peculiar accuracy with +which, the moment before, she had viewed and absorbed +the details of her surroundings, faded in her habitual hesitance +and vagueness. She began to think of saving her +strength, of getting back to the hotel in time for her tea +when she would eat some nice little <i lang="fr">brioches</i>, of buying +Françoise a new dress. Entering the hotel lobby at just +quarter to five o’clock, weak and at peace as after some +exhausting victory, she gave to her heart the shadowy +acknowledgment of its new strength, and, in spite of +her cheerful resolutions, was conscious of a faint, austere +bitterness.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_14_14" href="#FNanchor_14_14" class="label">[14]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Dial Publishing Company, Inc.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Evelyn Scott.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">OLD MAN LEDGE</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="OLD_MAN_LEDGE15"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +OLD MAN LEDGE</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_15_15" href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By MAY STANLEY + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Beyond</span> Bald Head a long white curve of beach held +the old house in an encircling arm. There were no +other buildings in sight. A thick growth of stunted spruces +ran down to a meadow covered with coarse beach-grass, and +the house stood on a small rise of ground at the edge of the +meadow, commanding an unbroken view seaward. On one +side the foundation had rotted away, so that the gray, +weather-beaten dwelling leaned slightly as though striving +to catch the faint murmur of the tides.</p> + +<p>Out at sea the waters glowed vividly, reflecting the brilliant +colors of sunset in wavering bars of rose and mauve +and gold. The surface of the bay heaved gently, thrusting +long rollers beneath the fishing boat as it swung in a wide +curve around Bald Head.</p> + +<p>“Thar she is!” Orin Pettishall twitched the tiller-ropes +as he spoke. The boat swung obediently toward an old +dock which made a gray blot against the background of +white sand.</p> + +<p>The girl nodded. “Bigger’n I thought ’twuz,” she said +happily. “I wuz over here onct cranberryin’ when I wuz +leetle, but it’s bigger’n I thought ’twuz then.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, it’s a good house,” he agreed, “even ef ’tis kind +uv old. Still an’ all, ’tain’t old when ye think they’s oak +beams in it. Paw says Captain Beath got some uv the +beams fer his house outer his vessel—arter she wuz wrecked +on Old Man Ledge out thar.”</p> + +<p>“Wonder how long ago ’tis?” Emily Widden glanced +seaward. Half-tide revealed the jagged rocks of Old Man +Ledge standing up sharply above the water. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</span></p> + +<p>“Dunno. ’Fore paw’s time, fer ’twuz grampy told him.” +He swung the boat deftly in beside the dock and made it +fast. “Looks like the house’s kinder settlin’ ter the one +side. Hev ter straighten her up fust uv all. Come on! I +got ter see how much fixin’ the dock’ll need.”</p> + +<p>With Emily beside him he went proudly across the dock, +keeping a sharp lookout for loose or rotting boards. Reaching +shore, they paused involuntarily and stood, hand in +hand, looking up at the old house.</p> + +<p>“Nicer’n I thought ’twuz goin’ ter be,” the girl murmured.</p> + +<p>“Guess she’s goin’ ter be wuth what I’m payin’ fer her.” +He tried to speak calmly. “Seven hundred dollars ain’t +sich a lot when ye think ’at they’s twenty acres goes with +it—all this here shore-front an’ back inter the woods a +piece. Paid the real estate fellers two hundred dollars +cash money, an’ I got three years ter find the rest in.”</p> + +<p>Emily nodded. She had heard the story from Orin a +half-dozen times today, but it did not lose interest with +repetition.</p> + +<p>“We kin do ’at easy,” she said. “I kin hev chickens an’ +put in a garden. ’Twon’t cost us much ter live.”</p> + +<p>“An’ they ain’t no reason ter put off gittin’ married,” he +declared. “We kin git married soon ez I git the house fixed +up a mite an’ a fish-house built.”</p> + +<p>“Guess we kin,” she assented shyly.</p> + +<p>They went quickly up the slope, along a path overgrown +with weeds and blackberry brambles. Emily cried out with +pleasure at sight of a great hedge of yellow lilies which +lifted their slender stalks defiantly above the encroaching +weeds. At the front of the house a bricked walk led up to +a hooded doorway. High-backed seats had once stood on +either side. One of them was still in good repair, but the +other sagged forlornly on its broken supports.</p> + +<p>“’Nough fixin’ ter keep me busy fer a while, I guess,” +Orin commented as he unlocked the front door. It swung +open with painful creakings, showing a square hall with +doors on either side. “S’pose this must ’a’ been the parlor.” +He led the way into a fair-sized room with windows looking +directly toward sea. Now they were so dark with dust and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</span> +spider-webs that little light came through. Opposite the +door a stone fireplace yawned.</p> + +<p>“It’ll be nice here when we git it fixed up.” Emily looked +about the room curiously. “Le’s see the rest uv it.”</p> + +<p>They passed through the door at the back which led into +a small bedroom, returned to the hall, and inspected in turn +the dining room, kitchen, and woodshed on the opposite side +of the house.</p> + +<p>“Le’s go down in the yard an’ see what the well’s like,” +Emily proposed.</p> + +<p>“I’d oughter go down cellar an’ hev a look at the foundation,” +he objected. “Ef I wait any longer it’ll be too +dark ter see anythin’. You go an’ hev a look at the well +while I’m down cellar.”</p> + +<p>“A’ right. I won’t be long.”</p> + +<p>She ran down the steps, paused for a moment while her +eyes searched for a path, found it, and ran lightly along, +pushing aside weeds and brambles. Near a clump of +spruces she saw the well-sweep and was going toward it +when her glance was caught by something at the left of the +house—something which showed gray in the surrounding +greenness.</p> + +<p>“Wonder what’s thar?” Making her way through the +intervening growth, she cautiously lifted a matted bramble, +then dropped it with a startled exclamation and began to +run back toward the house.</p> + +<p>“Orin!” she called. “Orin!”</p> + +<p>Orin came out on the back porch, his face reflecting the +satisfaction he felt.</p> + +<p>“’Tain’t goin’ ter be much work ter fix up the foundation. +Not near so much——” He paused at sight of her +white face. “What’s come ter ye?”</p> + +<p>“Thar’s a grave out thar!” Her voice was trembling. +“Somebody’s grave! I see it when I wuz goin’ down ter the +well.”</p> + +<p>“Guess ye must be mistook,” he said wonderingly. +“Never heared tell uv nobody bein’ buried here.”</p> + +<p>“I see the gravestun ez I wuz goin’ down ter the well,” +she explained breathlessly. “It’s kind uv layin’ down. Ye +kain’t hardly see it ’ceptin’ it ketches the light. Come an’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</span> +see fer yerself.” She led him down the path, unmindful of +the brambles which caught and tore at her skirt. “Thar +’tis!”</p> + +<p>Orin Pettishall stared at it thoughtfully, then stooped +and tried to read the words cut in the moldy stone.</p> + +<p>“Too dark,” he said at length. “Torch’s down in the +boa-at. I’ll go git it.”</p> + +<p>“Let me go fer it—I’d ruther.”</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter?” He glanced up, conscious of the +fear in her voice. “Ain’t scart uv an ol’ gravestun, air ye?”</p> + +<p>“N-o. Only I’d ruther go.” She hurried off.</p> + +<p>Left to himself, the boy sat down beside the grave and +gazed proudly up at the house. His house! Pretty nice to +be able to buy it and move into his own home this fall, +when he and Emily were married. Pretty nice! If lobster +prices stayed up he’d maybe be able to pay something +more on it before Christmas. He was whistling jubilantly +when Emily, hurrying back, thrust the torch into his hands.</p> + +<p>“Read what it says!” she directed.</p> + +<p>Holding the light close to the moldy stone, he read +slowly: “‘Sacred—to the m—Nehemiah Hill—departed’—they’s +a big chip out uv the stone here—‘May thirtieth, +eighteen hundred an’ fifty-two—Greater love hath no man +than this’—I kain’t read no more; it’s chipped off some.”</p> + +<p>“‘That a man lay down his life for his friends.’” The +girl finished the quotation in a hushed voice.</p> + +<p>“Wonder who he wuz—Nehemiah Hill? I ain’t never +heared tell uv no Hills ’round here.”</p> + +<p>“Dunno.” She rose, shivering. “Le’s go back, Orin. +It’s gittin’ late.”</p> + +<p>“I wanted ye ter see the cellar afore we go.”</p> + +<p>“At’ll keep,” she said hastily, and turned to the path +which led down to the dock.</p> + +<p>When he had started his engine and the fishing boat was +chug-chugging its way back to West Harbor, Pettishall +turned to the girl.</p> + +<p>“What come ter ye, Em’ly?” he asked. “Ye ain’t said a +word sense we started. ’At grave didn’t upset ye none, +did it?”</p> + +<p>“Yes—kind uv.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</span></p> + +<p>“It don’t do no hurt, fur ez I kin see.” Disappointment +made his voice cold. “Thought ye liked the place.”</p> + +<p>“So I do, only——”</p> + +<p>“Only what?”</p> + +<p>She turned to face him. “Dunno ez I c’d live whar they’s +a grave,” she said slowly. “It’s a nice place an’ all, only +I dunno ez I c’d live whar they’s a grave.”</p> + +<p>“Dunno what makes ye feel like ’at. An’ anyways we +got ter live thar. I bought the place, ain’t I?”</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, we got ter live thar, ain’t we?”</p> + +<p>She was silent.</p> + +<p>“We got ter live thar, ain’t we? Seein’ I bought it, we +got ter live thar.” Frustration, injured pride, bewilderment, +were in the words.</p> + +<p>“Dunno ez we hev,” she retorted. “Leastways, dunno ez +<em>I</em> hev. They ain’t nothin’ ter <em>make</em> me!”</p> + +<p>He did not reply, but stared straight in front of him, +head up and lips set in a stubborn line. She could talk like +that! That was all she thought of their home, the home he +was planning to get ready for her! Well, if that was the +way she felt about things——</p> + +<p>“Orin!” Her voice was timid.</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>“I ain’t meanin’ ter be cross ner spiteful. It’s only——”</p> + +<p>“Only ye don’t like the place I bought fer us. Wa-al, +guess they ain’t nothin’ more ter be said.”</p> + +<p>“A’ right,” she replied coldly, “ef ’at’s the way ye feel. +I ain’t goin’ ter stay by myself, day in an’ day out, ’ith a +grave ter keep me comp’ny. I’d like the place fine ef the +grave wa’n’t thar. Even ef we knowed who ’twuz——”</p> + +<p>“I kain’t he’p it, way things air,” he interrupted. “I +didn’t know ’bout the grave when I bought the place, but +it wouldn’t uv made no diff’rence ter me ef I hed knowed. +Way I see it we got ter live thar, grave er no grave.”</p> + +<p>She shook her head sorrowfully. “No, I ain’t goin’ ter +live thar. I knowed I wouldn’t soon ez ever I see the grave. +I jes’ kain’t an’ they ain’t no use in talkin’ uv it!”</p> + +<p>“Wa-al,” Mrs. Widden said cheerfully, “what ye think +uv the place Orin bought?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</span></p> + +<p>Her daughter, heavy-eyed from a sleepless night, looked +up and said drearily, “A’ right, I guess.”</p> + +<p>“Mercy me! Is ’at all ye think uv it?”</p> + +<p>“Did ye know somebody wuz buried thar?” Emily demanded. +“Right beside the house?”</p> + +<p>“Mercy me!” Mrs. Widden exclaimed again. “I been +cranberryin’ in the medder a coupla times sense the ol’ +captain died, but I never seed no grave. Whose is it?”</p> + +<p>“Dunno. Name on it’s Nehemiah Hill. D’ye know who +’at is?”</p> + +<p>“Never heared tell uv no Hills in these here parts,” Mrs. +Widden shook her head solemnly. “They’s Hills over +Lewiston way an’ they’s a fambily—say, Paw,” as the door +opened to admit Jeremy Widden’s bulk, “did ye know +somebody wuz buried over ter the ol’ Beath place?”</p> + +<p>“Never heared tell uv it.” Widden clumped across to +the sink and drank hugely from a tin dipper. “Here’s +Hannah Anne Pettishall comin’. Mebbe she’ll know.”</p> + +<p>“’Lo, ev’ybody!” Mrs. Pettishall panted genially. She +was a huge woman whose bulk almost filled the doorway +and quite overflowed the rocking-chair which Mrs. Widden +pushed forward. “I’m all outer crochet-cotton,” she explained, +“an’ I thought I’d run over an’ borrer a mite ter +last till I kin git some f’om Po’tland.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, I got some,” Mrs. Widden replied, “same number +ez what ye’re usin’. D’ye know ’bout thar bein’ a grave +on the place Orin jes’ bought?”</p> + +<p>“Never heared tell uv one. Mebbe ’at’s what made Orin +so grumpy—wouldn’t say a decent word breakfus’-time.” +She wiped her face meditatively with a corner of her apron. +“My, it’s hot fer this time uv year! Ef ye hurry up an’ +git married, Em’ly Widden, ye’ll still hev summer fer yer +weddin’.”</p> + +<p>“I ain’t goin’ ter git married,” Emily said dully.</p> + +<p>“Ye ain’t <em>what</em>?” her elders demanded in chorus.</p> + +<p>“Me an’ Orin hed words las’ night,” Emily replied in a +dull voice, “’bout ’at grave. An’—an’—we hed words.”</p> + +<p>“D’ye mean ter say you an’ Orin fit?” Mrs. Pettishall +demanded. “Wisht ye’d hurry an’ make up ef ye did, so’s +he won’t be so grumpy.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</span></p> + +<p>“I tol’ him I wouldn’t live no place whar they’s a grave +’longside uv the house.”</p> + +<p>“Fer any sakes!” Mrs. Pettishall stared at her prospective +daughter-in-law in frank amazement. “Ye don’t mean +ter say ’at jes’ ’cause they happens ter be a grave——”</p> + +<p>“Wa’al, ef’ ’at’s the way Em’ly feels I guess she’s got a +right,” Mrs. Widden broke in.</p> + +<p>“Now, Maw!” Widden counseled. “Stay out uv it an’ +let the young folks fight things out fer tharselves.”</p> + +<p>But his wife was not to be so easily silenced. “Tell yer +maw ’bout it, Em’ly,” she commanded soothingly. “Tell +yer maw what the trouble is. Ye didn’t want ter live thar +’count uv the grave? Wuz ’at it?”</p> + +<p>Emily nodded.</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, I mus’ say—” Mrs. Pettishall began heavily.</p> + +<p>“Orin said we’d hev ter live thar,” Emily explained. +“An’ I said I didn’t hev ter. An’ he said—” She dissolved +into tears.</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, he didn’t hev no right ter say it!” Mrs. Widden +stormed. “Guess my girl ain’t goin’ ter set up housekeepin’ +in no graveyard!”</p> + +<p>“Orin didn’t aim ter live in no graveyard,” Mrs. Pettishall +returned sharply. “I mus’ say, Lucindy——”</p> + +<p>“An’ he kin jes’ stay ’way f’om Em’ly!” Mrs. Widden +threw down the wooden needle with which she had been +knitting trap-heads, crossed the kitchen, and took her disconsolate +daughter into her arms. “Thar! Ye don’t need +ter take on! Ye don’t hev ter do nothin’ ye don’t want +ter!”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Pettishall got to her feet.</p> + +<p>“Ef ye’d leave the young ’uns ’lone, Lucindy, an’ mind +yer own business,” she said angrily, “they’d mebbe git +things patched up! Stan’s ter reason they won’t so long ez +ye keep interferin’!”</p> + +<p>“Who’s interferin’?” Mrs. Widden demanded belligerently.</p> + +<p>“You, fer one! I mus’ say I think Orin’s patient to put +up ’ith Em’ly actin’ like she’s doin’——”</p> + +<p>“Thar now, Maw! Ca’m yerself!” Widden interposed.</p> + +<p>“An’ ef I wuz in his place I wouldn’t stand fer it!” Mrs. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</span> +Pettishall continued bitterly. “They’s other girls——”</p> + +<p>“Now, now, Hannah Anne!”</p> + +<p>“Ez fer you, Jeremy Widden,” Mrs. Pettishall turned +to him, the slowly kindling wrath of a fat woman in her +voice, “ef ye wuzn’t so petticoat-ruled an’ put upon in yer +own house ye’d do better——”</p> + +<p>But here Mrs. Widden found voice. “Ef ye’ll jes’ go +out uv my house, Hannah Anne,” she said majestically, +“an’ stay out it’s all I ask. I don’t want you ner none uv +your fambily ter darken my doors ag’in!”</p> + +<p>“Now, Maw—” but the sound of the kitchen door slamming +to behind Mrs. Pettishall drowned Widden’s vain +attempts to make peace.</p> + +<p>Before nightfall every one in West Harbor knew that +Lucinda Widden had put Hannah Anne Pettishall out of +her house because Hannah Anne didn’t want Orin to +marry Emily Widden, that some one of whom no one had +ever heard was buried over on the old Beath place, and that +the real estate people had given Orin Pettishall a hundred +dollars to take the place off their hands. Additional zest +was given to these rumors when, in the store that afternoon, +the elder Pettishall told Jeremy Widden that he’d just as +soon have back the trawl which Widden had borrowed, and +Widden had retorted that any time Pettishall wanted to +pay for having the new engine put in his boat he’d better +do it.</p> + +<p>West Harbor gasped! Nothing so exciting had happened +since the time Hepsibah Gutch and Lefey Williams quarreled +one day at dinner and threw hot soup at each other. +This was even worse than Hepsibah and Lefey!</p> + +<p>Fred Hosmer said that in his opinion “growed-up folks +hed oughter hev more sense’n ter fight like kids.”</p> + +<p>Will Ellery retorted that “it’s all in the way a feller looks +at things. Some folks ain’t got ’nough spunk ter start a +fight.”</p> + +<p>On which Fred Hosmer promptly invited Ellery out into +the back yard if he had any doubts about there being +enough spunk around to lick any Ellery that ever walked!</p> + +<p>Some one intervened and a truce was patched up. Thereupon +Mrs. Will Ellery, indignant at the insinuation directed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</span> +against her husband, instituted a campaign against Mrs. +Fred Hosmer, whose dearest wish it was to be elected +president of the church sewing-circle. She was defeated by +three votes and indignantly resigned, taking with her six +devoted friends who were among the best workers and who +had always cooked lavishly for box socials and baked-bean +suppers.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Uriah Goomes was heard to say that no one but a +fool would think of marrying Orin Pettishall, anyway. He +was too smart and always trying to get ahead of other +folks. It was time he stubbed his toe. Which remark, duly +repeated, immediately dissolved friendly relations between +the Goomes and Pettishall families and led Mrs. Widden +to remark caustically that maybe Emily wasn’t such a fool +as some people seemed to think and, anyway, she wouldn’t +ever be fool enough to marry any one as lazy as Uriah +Goomes, who, with his family, would have starved last +winter if every one in the Harbor hadn’t turned to and fed +them!</p> + +<p>Alva Ryder, the storekeeper, told some one that in his +opinion the whole trouble started with the Widdens and +Pettishalls and ought to have stayed there. Folks were +foolish, he said, to mix up in other folks’ rows. Every one +on hearing this said that it was no wonder Alva Ryder +thought West Harbor folks foolish. The way they’d dealt +with him, year in and year out, paying the awful prices he +charged for everything, would make any one think they +were weak in the head! Hereafter they would buy groceries +in Bath or Portland or else do without.</p> + +<p>Meetings at the schoolhouse had to be discontinued. No +one but old Uncle Henry Breedon, who was too deaf to hear +anything, would go to meeting after the Sunday when the +Reverend Amos Putney preached from the text, “Blessed +are the peacemakers,” and referred pointedly to local difficulties. +Every one felt that Brother Putney might say +what he liked about people who danced or played cards +or smoked—that was his business. But any disagreement +we might have with the Goomeses or the Pettishalls or the +Widdens was our own business and why did he want to +interfere? Besides, hadn’t the Widdens and the Pettishalls +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</span> +and the Goomeses been the first to start trouble? Well, +then, what could you expect?</p> + +<p>Time failed to heal the dissensions, which, indeed, grew in +number and bitterness as the weeks went by. Two of West +Harbor’s most respected citizens charged two others, equally +respected, with stealing lobsters from the former’s traps. +The fish warden was pressed into service and spent several +long, chilly, and fruitless nights in watching for the supposed +offenders. He did not catch any one, but the sight +of a mysterious figure “pokin’ ’round” on Jim Mears’s dock +so upset Mrs. Mears that she took to her bed and remained +there until Jimmy, junior, was born. Thereafter she laid +blame for the undeniable fact that Jimmy wasn’t very +bright to the scare which Warden Jim had given her, and +talked darkly of suing the State and getting even with +somebody.</p> + +<p>With the Sunday meetings discontinued and the sewing-circle +disrupted West Harbor women no longer convened +save in groups of two or three. Friendly borrowing of a +cup of sugar or the “lend uv ’nough flour ter make a mess +uv biscuits” had ceased. Crochet- and dress-patterns were +no longer exchanged.</p> + +<p>When the Fred Hosmers drove to Bath in their car they +did not, as in former days, stop to ask folks if they wanted +anything from town, but drove straight ahead. Fishermen +no longer gathered in Alva Ryder’s store in the evenings to +exchange news of the Portland market or to “swap yarns.” +The chair dedicated to the fisherman who could tell the best +story was empty evening after evening. Down at the fish-houses +or out in the boats solitary figures worked sullenly, +refraining from looking up or giving a friendly hail when +another boat passed.</p> + +<p>Such was the state of things when Grammy Tagel—grandmother +to the Ellerys and the Tagels and great-aunt +of Hannah Anne Pettishall—came over from Augusta for a +visit.</p> + +<p>At first Emily Widden had refused to admit even to herself +that her quarrel with Orin was serious. He would come +over to see her, she was quite sure, and they would talk +things over. Then Orin would sell the old Beath place and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</span> +buy somewhere else. She <em>couldn’t</em> live beside a grave. +Nobody could! But Orin would see how things were, once +they had a good talk.</p> + +<p>But Orin did not come. The days became weeks, and +still, to Emily’s dismay and hurt surprise, he made no sign. +She couldn’t believe he meant to stay away. Surely he +was just mad at the fuss every one was making and the +things she herself had said. But he would get over it soon. +Then he would come to see her and they would talk things +over. From her father Emily learned that Orin had begun +to “fix up” the old house in his spare time. Mereen Tagel +had gone over to help him repair the foundation and build +a fish-house.</p> + +<p>The girl’s spirits sank at the news. She was forced to +admit to herself that Orin had no intention of selling. And +that meant he didn’t really care for her or how she felt about +things. He had never cared! Perhaps—the awful thought +smote her like a blow—Orin must be going to marry some +one else. He wouldn’t be fixing up the house unless he +planned to live there soon. The girl ceased to watch for his +coming. At night she cried into her pillow quietly and +unobtrusively as she did everything else. She refused to +say anything when her mother railed angrily at the Pettishals, +and only her pale, miserable face and red-rimmed +eyes told Mrs. Widden her daughter was not forgetting +Orin Pettishall—that she would never forget him.</p> + +<p>And Orin was no happier. A hundred times he planned +to see Emily, to talk with her. Then he would remember +that Emily did not really care for him, that she had turned +her back on the home he had bought for her, refusing to +live there. What was the use of going to see her when she +didn’t think enough of him to give up that silly feeling +about a grave? Some time she would be sorry for acting +like she did!</p> + +<p>He would fix up the old place and live there alone, the +way Captain Beath had done. Perhaps he would die there, +alone. Emily would come to the funeral. Maybe she would +cry when she saw what she had done—sent him away to +die. Or, perhaps, she wouldn’t care enough to come to the +funeral. She would marry some one else, and when she +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</span> +heard the news she would say, “He was always queer. +Went away to live alone with nothing to keep him company +but a grave. No wonder he died!” Orin resolved bitterly +to live. What was the use of dying when nobody would +care what happened to you?</p> + +<p>The only comfort he found was in hard work. He rose +before dawn, hauled trawl, carried his fish to market, then +came back to work on the old house until approaching twilight +warned him it was time to bait trawl for the next +day’s set.</p> + +<p>All through the quiet afternoons of late August he +worked about the place, completing his fish-house, cutting +away weeds and brambles from paths long unused, resetting +bricks in the walk, repairing the broken settle. Sometimes +he pictured Emily sitting here in the long summer evenings, +busy with her sewing. He would be down at the fish-house +baiting trawl. Emily would come out after the supper +dishes were washed and wait here for him. When all the +tubs of trawl were finished he would come up to sit in the +other high-backed seat. They would talk or, perhaps, just +sit listening to the tides along the beach.</p> + +<p>He shook his head angrily, winking back unmanly tears. +Emily would never sit there in the quiet evenings. One seat +would always be empty. When his work was done he would +come up to the house. There would be no one to welcome +him. He would sit there, watching the empty place—an +old, old man—alone.</p> + +<p>West Harbor folks looked on Grammy Tagel as a “character.” +Perhaps, in days not so far gone, she would have +been known as a soothsayer, and people would have consulted +her when grave decisions were to be made and followed +her shrewd advice. But now she was just an old +woman with a philosophy wrought out of long, hard years, +an old woman who didn’t hesitate to tell folks what she +thought of their words and actions, and who took an unbounded +interest in the affairs of those about her.</p> + +<p>Although more than ten years had passed since Grammy +Tagel moved to Augusta to make her home with a married +granddaughter she still kept in touch with all the principal +events of the Harbor. She knew about all births, marriages, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</span> +and deaths. She could tell you who had moved away in +recent years and who had “built new”; had accurate information +regarding those who had “perfessed” religion at the +annual revival meetings and those who were still unsaved.</p> + +<p>Today, with her chair drawn comfortably close to the +stove, the old woman turned inquiring eyes on Hannah +Anne Pettishall.</p> + +<p>“What’s wrong ’ith Orin?” she asked. “Looks kinder +meachin’ ter me.”</p> + +<p>“Yeah, he’s meachin’, a’ right,” Mrs. Pettishall agreed. +She carried a pan of cookies to the oven, put them in, +dusted the flour from her hands, and wiped her face +thoughtfully with a corner of her blue-and-white-checked +gingham apron.</p> + +<p>Grammy Tagel waited patiently.</p> + +<p>“I hate ter say it,” Hannah Anne went back to the table +and began to roll out another mound of cooky dough, “but +it looks ter me like he’s still takin’ on ’count uv Em’ly +Widden.”</p> + +<p>“Which Widden?”</p> + +<p>“Em’ly—Lucindy Means’s girl. Ye mind ’at Lucindy +married Jeremy Widden, Uncle Uriah’s first. The other boy, +Lige, went ter Po’tland, an’ folks say he’s doin’ well workin’ +in a garage. Makin’ money hand over fist, Uncle Uriah +says. I dunno.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t seem like Orin’s old ’nough ter be keepin’ comp’ny.” +Grammy Tagel deftly brought the conversation +back. “Wuzn’t nothin’ but a leetle squirt when I went off +ter Augusty. Wuz they keepin’ comp’ny, did ye say?”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Pettishall nodded. “Yeah, fer more’n a year. Right +up ter the time Orin bought the ol’ Beath place——”</p> + +<p>“Did he, now? Ye hedn’t told me afore. He’s a smart +boy ter buy it. Reel sightly place.”</p> + +<p>“’At’s what I say—mercy! I fergot the cookies!” +Snatching the pan from the oven, she tested its contents +anxiously, found them unharmed, and transferred the +cookies to a plate. “Hev one, Aunt ‘Miry?”</p> + +<p>“Don’t mind ef I do. An’ ’n what happened?”</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, right arter he bought the place Em’ly found a +grave thar—leastways she <em>says</em> she did—an’ started actin’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</span> +up. Lucindy, who’d oughter hed more sense, ups an’ sides +’ith Em’ly. Says ’at no girl uv hern is goin’ ter set up +housekeepin’ in a graveyard. The very idear! I’m a good-tempered +woman, ez ev’ybody knows, but I don’t stand fer +bein’ put upon, an’ I give the hull Widden fambily a piece +uv my mind.”</p> + +<p>“An’ ’n what happened?”</p> + +<p>“Folks ’at hed any sense tuck my side an’ some tuck +’tother. Stirred up considerable to-do, ez ye might say.”</p> + +<p>“Sh’dn’t wonder,” Grammy Tagel commented dryly. +“What’d Orin an’ his girl do?”</p> + +<p>“They ain’t spoke sense—not ’at I know uv. An’ ef +Orin hez any right pride ’bout him——”</p> + +<p>“Guess he’s got pride ’nough. I’ve allus noticed ’at +young folks hez too much pride ’bout things ’at matter.” +The old woman got stiffly to her feet. “Guess I’ll go ’long +over an’ set ’ith Jerushy Spinney fer a spell. Still in bed, +ain’t she?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, an’ likely ter stay thar. Doctor said ’smornin’ +’twuz the wust stroke he’d ever see anybody hev.”</p> + +<p>“Sh’dn’t wonder. Allus hed considerable temper, Jerushy +hed, an’ temper brings its own reward. You comin’ ’long?”</p> + +<p>“No, don’t guess I kin. Got a mess uv biscuits ter make +when I git these here cookies done an’ a couple uv pies.”</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, I won’t be long.”</p> + +<p>Gathering an ample gray shawl about her shoulders +and grasping her stick, Grammy Tagel went down the steps +and along the path to the Spinney house. But she did not +spend many minutes there. On learning that Mrs. Spinney +was asleep she declined an invitation to come in and sit for +a while, and turned to hobble along the road.</p> + +<p>“Mercy me!” Mrs. Widden exclaimed, “ef ’at ain’t +Grammy Tagel comin’ ter see us!” She hastened to the +door. “Come right in, Grammy! I wuz kinder wonderin’ +ef ye’d drop in ter see us er ef ye wouldn’t—things bein’ +like they air.” She ushered her visitor into the kitchen.</p> + +<p>“When ye git ter be my age, Lucindy,” Grammy Tagel +replied, “ye won’t pay much ’tention ter folks’ foolishness”; +then, as Emily put down her crocheting and came forward +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</span> +to place a chair for the old woman, “Ye don’t say this is +Em’ly! My, ain’t she growed up!”</p> + +<p>“Sure is,” Mrs. Widden rejoined. “Kain’t make myself +b’lieve it sometimes.”</p> + +<p>Grandmother Tagel regarded the girl searchingly, nodded +as though some question in her mind had been answered +satisfactorily, and said, “I stopped in ter see Jerushy Spinney +on my way over. They been wonderin’ ef they’d +oughter move her downstairs, but I tol’ ’em ter wait till +they’d talked ’ith you. I said ef anybody’d know whether +they’d oughter move her it’d be Lucindy Widden.”</p> + +<p>“S’pose I best go over some time today,” Mrs. Widden +mused.</p> + +<p>“Yes, ef I wuz in yer place I’d go right now an’ see how +things air. I’ll jes’ set here an’ talk whilst ye’re gone.”</p> + +<p>“Wa-al, I won’t be long.”</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Widden’s apron-clad form had disappeared +up the road Grandmother Tagel beckoned to Emily.</p> + +<p>“Come here an’ set down by me,” she said. “I got somethin’ +ter tell ye ’at mebbe ye’ll be glad ter hear.”</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>The sunshine of early afternoon had disappeared, swallowed +up in threatening, black clouds which trailed sooty +vapors faster and faster across the sky. Fitful gusts of +wind had begun to lash the tops of the long rollers into +foam. Waves climbed higher and higher, vainly seeking to +escape the fury of the wind. Like a toy in the hands of an +angry child the fishing-boat was tossed and shaken violently +to and fro. It slipped sideways in the trough of a +wave, started sluggishly to climb, stopped half-way, and +buried its nose in the water, which swept over the canvas +covering the bow and flew backward in sheets of spray.</p> + +<p>The girl, who had until now been working frantically +over the engine, started up, grasped the tiller-ropes, and +coaxed the bow up into the wind. With no power to keep +it going the little craft dropped off again and swung about. +The next wave caught it a violent blow and poured water +over the canvas until the floor of the boat was awash.</p> + +<p>“Ef I c’d only make this en-jine go!” Sweat stood out +on the girl’s face in spite of the bitter chill which had crept +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</span> +into the air. Lifting an arm impatiently, she swept the +damp hair back from her forehead and once more bent over +the lifeless engine.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>It had seemed such an easy thing to do a half-hour back. +She had left Grammy Tagel sitting by the fire and hurried +down to the dock, the old woman’s words ringing in her +ears: “They’s only one time ter put trouble straight an’ ’at’s +right away.”</p> + +<p>She hadn’t even noticed that a storm was gathering. Her +father’s boat was not at the mooring. That meant he had +gone to Portland. He wouldn’t be back before five or six +o’clock, and she couldn’t ask any one to take her—not with +the whole Harbor knowing about her quarrel with Orin. +It had seemed such a simple thing to just take Will Ellery’s +boat for an hour. He wouldn’t be using it again until +tomorrow morning and the engine was the same as her +father’s. Who would think that it would stop when she +was out here opposite the Head?</p> + +<p>A huge, wind-driven mountain of water towered suddenly +above the helpless boat, crashed down, just missing the bow +and blotting out the world in a welter of foam. A white +squall! She <em>must</em> make land somehow. The boat wouldn’t +ride out a squall with the engine crippled.</p> + +<p>She couldn’t even hope for the chance of a tow. The +weather-wise fishermen had seen the storm coming and were +all safe in harbor. If only the engine would start she could +still make the shelter beyond Bald Head although wind +and tide were sweeping her each moment farther and +farther out to sea.</p> + +<p>Against the frail shelter of canvas the wind was now +beating with long moans that ended in furious shrieks. All +around the drifting boat the waves rose, horrible monsters +with the foam of madness on their lips. They struck +against the boat with blows that made the frail thing +tremble like a creature in the last agony of fear. It plunged, +rose, and plunged again, vainly striving to shake off its +tormentors. Long, jagged streaks of lightning played across +the sky and were reflected fearfully in the black, tossing +water, but no rain fell. If it would only begin to rain! +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</span> +The sea would grow calm with the rain lashing across it. +But still the pent-up torrents remained in the black clouds. +Wind and sea screamed across the world.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a new sound, a sound as of giant drums beaten +furiously, made the girl creep to the stern of the boat, +heedless of the lashing spray, and stare westward.</p> + +<p>Old Man Ledge! The helpless boat was being carried +straight toward it, to the place where mighty waves lifted +high in air before crashing down on the jagged teeth of the +reef. No boat could live once it was caught in the grip of +that swirling water! The girl sank to the floor of the boat, +shivering convulsively, her fear-numbed hands still clutching +the tiller-ropes.</p> + +<p>At sight of the approaching storm Orin Pettishall ceased +work on the dock and went up to the house to close windows +and make everything secure. Kindling a heap of driftwood +he had piled in the fireplace, he sat down before it +to watch the leaping flames. The wind struck against the +old house, rattling windows and screaming angrily around +the gables. Through the windows, which looked westward, +the boy could see inky clouds rolling above the water and +watch the giant waves pounding across Old Man Ledge.</p> + +<p>“Gosh, I hope ev’ybody’s in!”</p> + +<p>Even as he spoke Pettishall’s eyes were caught by a black +speck which showed for a moment on the crest of a wave, +then sank from sight. When it appeared again the speck +was farther out. It was some time before it rose again, and +then the young fisherman’s experienced eyes told him something +was wrong. No one would dare go near Old Man +Ledge in such a storm. He looked again, then hurried out +of the room. A moment later he was running down toward +the dock, struggling into a sweater as he ran. By the time +he reached his boat, started the engine, and headed out +toward sea, the storm had burst in full fury.</p> + +<p>Yielding to the furious onset of wind and sea, his boat +checked, then came up stanchly to its work, water and +spray streaming from the canvas covering, rising and +plunging while the engine coughed convulsively. Pettishall +bent over the engine, nursing it with care against the onslaughts +of flying spray while he guided, almost instinctively, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</span> +the desperate battle his boat was making. Twice +only did he catch sight of the helpless craft which was his +goal and each time his heart came up into his throat sickeningly, +for it seemed that no power on earth could snatch it +away from the threatening reef. Still he urged his boat +on, confident in its strength, in the power of the engine +choking and coughing at its labor.</p> + +<p>A third time the drifting boat rose. “Will Ellery!” the +boy gasped in astonishment, but the wind caught up the +words and seemed to drive them back into his mouth. Now +he was near it! He swung his own boat out in a wide +circle, rope coiled in his hand ready to throw. A figure in +oilskins scrambled to its feet and called something which he +could not hear. His spray-blinded eyes tried to measure +the distance between the boats. He threw the rope, only +to see it fall short in the boiling water.</p> + +<p>No one but a fisherman, born and bred to the world-old +cruelty of the sea, could have coaxed his boat once more +near the disabled one, fighting inch by inch nearer to the +reef, the roar of its waters beating in his ears and the driven +spray striking against his face like flying needles. Only a +fisherman, fighting desperately for the life of another, would +have dared swing his boat in until for one ghastly moment +it stood poised on the crest of a giant wave, directly above +the one which wallowed helplessly in the trough beneath. +It slipped, clung to the wall of water for the eternity of a +second, then plunged, barely missing the other. In the +moment he shot past, Pettishall flung the rope outward. +As it was caught and made fast he saw the girl’s white face +and knew who it was he had come out to rescue.</p> + +<p>Blinding torrents of rain had begun to fall, drawing a +swirling white curtain across the water. Presently the rain +would cease and the sea grow calm, but there could be still +no question of rounding the Head. He would have to +take Emily ashore with him instead of bringing her home.</p> + +<p>Towing the crippled boat as far back of him as the +length of his painter permitted, Pettishall at last gained +shelter. After making his own boat fast to its mooring +he drew in the other.</p> + +<p>Emily looked up and made a brave attempt to smile. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</span> +Glancing sharply at her blue lips and haggard face, the +boy swept her into his arms and put her down in the dory.</p> + +<p>“Hev ye ashore in a minute.” Swiftly he moored the +second boat and then dropped into the dory with her. +When they reached the dock he asked anxiously, “S’pose ye +kin go up the ladder?”</p> + +<p>“Sure I kin.” She stood up, swayed, and would have +fallen had he not caught her.</p> + +<p>“I kin walk now,” she told him when he had climbed with +her to the dock, and went slowly beside him along the +path to the house.</p> + +<p>In the living room the fire still burned. Orin threw an +armful of wood on it.</p> + +<p>“Set up here close an’ git yerself good an’ warm,” he +said. “Maw left a dress here the day she come over ter +clean fer me. I’ll fetch it fer ye.”</p> + +<p>When he returned a second time, after leaving oilskins +and seaboots in the kitchen, Emily looked up and smiled.</p> + +<p>“I’m a’ right now,” she told him. “I wuz jes’—jes’ +kinder upset.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he returned grimly, “sh’dn’t wonder ef ye wuz. +What wuz ye doin’ out in ’at boa-at? Ye might ’a’ been—ef +I hedn’t happened ter see ye—” The words stuck in his +throat.</p> + +<p>“I’d ’a’ been drownded,” she said soberly, “ef ye hedn’t +come out. I’d ’a’ struck the ledge in no time. I wuz +comin’ here,” she explained simply. “I hed ter see ye.”</p> + +<p>“Comin’ ter see me?” he echoed incredulously. “Comin’ +here?”</p> + +<p>She nodded. “I hed somethin’ ter tell ye—somethin’ ’at +made me want ter git here fast ez ever I c’d. Set down here +by me. I kin tell it plainer ef ye do.” She nestled her cold +fingers in his.</p> + +<p>“It’s what Grammy Tagel tol’ me,” she began, “’bout +this house an’ the grave out yan an’ how they happened ter +be. She wuz only a young ’un when it happened, but she +says ’at she minds the awful storm an’ hearin’ folks tell +’bout how Captain Beath’s vessel wuz wrecked on Ol’ Man +Ledge an’ nobody saved, only jes’ him. Seven men in the +crew an’ only him saved, an’ he wouldn’t ’a’ been ef it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</span> +hedn’t been fer one uv the men. Him an’ Captain Beath +hed gone ter school tergether an’ they’d allus been friends, +Grammy says.</p> + +<p>“They wuz hangin’ onto the dory, jes’ the two uv ’em. +The vessel was bustin’ up an’ they wa’n’t no trace uv the +other men. Twict Captain Beath wuz washed off, but the +other feller got him both times an’ fetched him up. The +las’ time he says, ‘Ye got ter hang onto the plug-strap. It’s +yer turn,’ he says, but Captain Beath allus said arterwards +’at it wuzn’t his turn.</p> + +<p>“Grammy says ’at when the captain come ter hisself he +wuz layin’ on the beach here. The storm wuz over an’ the +sea wuz all shinin’ an’ blue. He got up onto his feet an’ +called fer his friend an’ then went ’round lookin’ fer him, +but they wa’n’t nobody else thar—only the shinin’ water an’ +the white beach an’ the tide comin’ in. They never found +no sign uv the other feller, never—”</p> + +<p>“The other feller,” Orin asked in a hushed voice, “who +wuz he?”</p> + +<p>“Arter a while the captain built him a house here, so’s +he c’d allus see the place whar him an’ his friend wuz tergether +fer the las’ time. Grammy says ’at when folks made +him see ’at his friend hadn’t been saved it wuz then he +put up the gravestun—kinder so’s they c’d be tergether like +they’d allus been. He uster tend it an’ put flowers on it +an’ got inter the habit uv settin’ out thar an’ talkin’.</p> + +<p>“They wa’n’t never nothin’ in the grave, nothin’! Grammy +says ’at’s the way things often is—’at folks makes +trouble an’ sorrer fer tharselves an’ fer others over things ’at +wa’n’t never thar in the fust place—like—like I done—” +The words were lost in a passion of tears.</p> + +<p>The boy swept her into his arms, murmuring broken +words: “It’s a’ right! They wa’n’t never nothin’ wrong, +Em’ly. It’s a’right!”</p> + +<p>Emily stood up at length, wiping the tears from her +eyes. “Look,” she said, “the storm’s breakin’.”</p> + +<p>The rain, which had been pattering steadily on the old +roof, had ceased. A broad band of sunlight streamed +through the western window, flooding across the quiet old +room like a benediction. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</span></p> + +<p>“Come on,” the girl said in a low voice, “it’ll be a good +time arter the rain ter pull weeds. We got ter git all the +weeds ’way f’om ’round the grave. I’m glad they’s lots uv +lilies still so’s I kin trim it up nice. Arter a while they’ll +be bayberry an’ maple leaves fer me ter put on it—an’ in +winter they’ll be pine.”</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_15_15" href="#FNanchor_15_15" class="label">[15]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Pictorial Review Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by May Stanley.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">SIX DOLLARS</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="SIX_DOLLARS16"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +SIX DOLLARS</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_16_16" href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By WILBUR DANIEL STEELE + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Pictorial Review</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">When</span> Tansy Snow was a young man of eighteen or +nineteen he went one night to the Stone Fold. The +Stone Fold is an islet lying about two miles to the southeast +of us. There is a house on it built of stones, and a +sheep-shelter, and toward the southern end three thorn +trees.</p> + +<p>Tansy took his father’s skiff and steered straight through +the shoals that lie that way, guided by the lamp in the +garret of the house. Donna, who had been in town with +her father two days before, told him she would put it +there when the old man was asleep and the dogs shut up.</p> + +<p>Donna Salisbury wasn’t pretty. And she would have +been better for a mother’s care; better to look at. As +you’d expect, living with only a shepherd father, her +clothes were heavy, stout things, fitted mostly by guess, +and none too clean, and her hair was thick and untended, +and the color of her father’s sheep. But she was strong, +stronger than a boy, and if her face had a dull look, there +was something behind the dullness that would make a fellow +stop to look again, especially when stars were bright +enough to cast shadows among the rocks and the gray +grass.</p> + +<p>Tansy couldn’t understand why he should want to have +anything to do with her. He’d been to the Academy and +now he had a position in the new bank; he had to wear +decent clothes every day, clean collars, and polished boots; +it went deeper than that: he had every day to be a decent +<em>man</em> and wear a clean conscience; otherwise the pointing +finger of the banking business would find him out—bound +to—in the long run of a man’s life. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</span></p> + +<p>He had been to the Stone Fold three times, steering by +the light. This time he was coming simply to say he wasn’t +coming. It would be awkward telling the girl. For a day +and a night he had been busy trying to think up something +humane, but at the same time final. Finished. +Chopped off.</p> + +<p>He hadn’t guessed how awkward it would be, after all. +They couldn’t talk there on the beach on account of the +dogs; they had to go along a way. Occasional clouds, great +fluffs of things, sailed over the sky, and in the dark when +they covered the stars Donna led him, taking his fingers in +her strong, dull, warm, eager hand.</p> + +<p>He would have said it at the first turn of the shore, but +the surf on the bar there was too loud; he didn’t want to +shout. He would have said it when they started inland +toward the thorn-trees, but now they had got into the wind, +the full weight of the wind that came in from the open sea +and bore the great clouds among the stars and made a living +sound among the grasses. He would have said it under the +thorn tree, but under the thorn tree was Donna.</p> + +<p>It was half-past two when he left the island, and he +hadn’t said it yet. What he <em>had</em> said he could hardly +remember. Sometimes words, fragments of sentences, +promises, will come from a man’s mouth as if it were some +one else speaking: things he doesn’t mean at all.</p> + +<p>He pushed the skiff off the sand, holding it by the painter.</p> + +<p>“When’ll you be again?” she whispered.</p> + +<p>Now was the time to tell her. She might have seen how +pale he was; might have helped him by saying something. +But she was a dumb young thing and she hadn’t a word. +Of a sudden he reached into his pocket and pulled out the +money he had there and thrust it into her hands.</p> + +<p>She was a dumb one, and she couldn’t make it out.</p> + +<p>“What’s this?”</p> + +<p>“I want you should buy yourself some present or other.”</p> + +<p>“Huh?”</p> + +<p>The dogs in the sheepfold began to bark. Tansy jumped +into the skiff and pushed off, leaving Donna to stand there, +dumber than ever.</p> + +<p>He had a fair wind back and put up the sail. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</span></p> + +<p>It was six dollars he had given her, a lot of money, the +whole of his first week’s wages. There were things he +could have bought with that: a new tire for his bicycle, +and a Young People’s Union pin to give Elsie Baker on +her birthday. But it was all right. Better to start off clear—not +a debt outstanding—no matter what the cost might +be.</p> + +<p>Even yet, though, he didn’t feel quite right. When he +got home and up to his room he had three hours to sleep, +but he couldn’t sleep. He was disgusted with himself. His +memory reviewed the night with shame and loathing. He +saw the path down which he had started, and even if he had +got out of it now, it was disgusting to remember.</p> + +<p>All next day he felt drugged and haggard. He made mistakes +with figures, so that Mr. Matheson had to speak to +him. But what was it? He’d paid, hadn’t he? Squared +up? Given everything he had to the girl?</p> + +<p>Yes, but how about the Lord God? Slowly, as the day +went by, he saw this. You can’t pay God with money.</p> + +<p>There was a sociable at Center Church that night. He +had asked to see Elsie Baker home. He looked so ill at +supper time that his mother advised him to stay in. To +her surprise he acquiesced without trouble. He went upstairs. +When he was half undressed for bed, however, he +couldn’t do it. Getting dressed again, he stole out the +back way and went and stood behind a tree near the church +and watched the people going in.</p> + +<p>The windows were bright and there were sounds of a +good time, a hymn, then after a decent interval laughter +and runnings about, games. Tansy walked across the street +and stood at the steps.</p> + +<p>He had given the girl everything he had. Can you give +more than you have? And, anyway, any girl that would +do that!</p> + +<p>Yes, yes; but how about the Lord God?</p> + +<p>He went around to the wagon-shed, and in the dark there +he fell on his knees. “O, Heavenly Father, I’ve walked in +evil; I’ve committed a grievous sin; I beg Thee to forgive +me in Thy mercy. I repent. O God, I repent; I do, I do, +honestly! Honestly, God, honestly——” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</span></p> + +<p>In the church they were singing “My Country, ’Tis of +Thee.”</p> + +<p>Tansy got up and brushed off his knees. His weariness +was gone, like a heavy coat he might have taken off and +left there in the shed. In its place there was a sense of +security and well-being, such as comes after a bath at the +end of a sweaty day. He slipped back to his room and put +on his blacks, and, coming down the front way, he said he +thought he would go to the sociable. There was no turning +him.</p> + +<p>Actually he didn’t go in, but waited on the steps. There +was something about his feelings that would no more +have mixed with the romping and the din than oil will mix +with water. Yet it was marvelous just to sit apart and +listen to it, especially when the organ struck into some +familiar air, and all sang, soprano and alto, tenor and bass. +It was marvelous to be whiter than snow, one with God, a +little child.</p> + +<p>He saw Elsie home, after all. It was only a couple of +hundred yards, down the shore street and up London Lane, +but he would never forget it. It was the first time he’d +known that love and reverence could be one and the same +thing. Earthly love and religious reverence.</p> + +<p>Elsie was so pretty, so enchanting in ribbons and laces, +so pure, as pure as a flower on which God’s sun shines and +God’s rain falls unfailing, as if He were saying in the +sun and rain: “Of such is the portion of them that think +none but healthy thoughts and dream none but wholesome +dreams; yea, even to the third and the fourth generation.”</p> + +<p>Elsie’s great-grandfather it was who gave the land for +the Atheneum. Her grandfather rescued the missionaries in +Paul Straits, and founded the “Light in Darkness.” Her +father and mother were in the forefront of everything for +decency and right living, and they were well-to-do.</p> + +<p>The forefathers of that girl on the Stone Fold—what +could they have been? By what steps of wrong thinking, +of evil impulses given way to and higher impulses denied, +must that strain have come down?</p> + +<p>But now, because something had been changed in him, +Tansy could think of her with nothing but pity. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</span></p> + +<p>In London Lane the lights, shining up under the willows, +made it seem the nave of some dim cathedral, in which a +boy and a girl walked together. And then Elsie was up on +her stoop and he stood at the foot of the steps.</p> + +<p>“W-e-l-l?” she said. The light from the two long panes +flanking the door fell softly on either side of her figure.</p> + +<p>“Elsie,” he said, “excepting for my father and mother +there’s nobody in the world but you amounts to <em>that</em>, with +me.”</p> + +<p>“What <em>are</em> you saying, you silly?”</p> + +<p>She came back down the steps to read the silly’s eyes. +She was so good she didn’t guess the risk. He could have +grabbed her and kissed her.</p> + +<p>But not he; not now! He kept his hands behind him.</p> + +<p>“Elsie, you wait and see. Some day I shall be the biggest +man in this town.” It wasn’t like boasting. “For your +sake,” he might have said.</p> + +<p>He marveled as he walked homeward. On one side there +were loveliness, niceness, world’s goods; on the other unloveliness, +a hard living, the scorn of friends. Yet did +God ask him to choose the stony way? By a miracle, no. +God asked him to choose the way it would have been the +part of even the worldly-wise to choose.</p> + +<p>Marveling so, as he crossed above the White Boys’ place +he spied a pin-prick of light away out beyond the Point. +It was as though it rested on the low neck of sand, a fallen +star.</p> + +<p>“<em>Tonight?</em>” He felt angry. “She’s got her cheek, I must +say!”</p> + +<p>On impulse he went down to his father’s wharf, cast off +the skiff’s painter, and got in. He would finish <em>that</em> off. +He would tell Donna what was what. Straight from the +shoulder! Then, before he had got the oars out, he realized +that it was only the devil tempting him, weaving any arguments +at all, just to get him out there to the Stone Fold +again.</p> + +<p>He made the boat fast and went home. His parents were +still up. He shook his father’s hand and kissed his mother +on the brow. She eyed him with a knowing little smile. +“Been seeing Elsie Baker home?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</span></p> + +<p>Tansy stood with his jaw out.</p> + +<p>“I’ve made a decision to-night,” he said. “Some day +I shall be the biggest man in this town.”</p> + +<p>He married Elsie Baker on the day he was made assistant +cashier at the bank. Within three months he was +cashier.</p> + +<p>People trusted him. “No need to count your money +when it’s Tansy passes it out of the till.” His word was +as good as a bond; better, for bonds can be lost or burned +or stolen.</p> + +<p>Old man Baker bought the Dow residence in the Brick +Walk, had it renovated, and gave it to the couple as a +wedding-present. Nothing could have been fitter. It +was the smallest of the big houses built at the height of +the California days, brick for walls, slate for roofing, and +a wrought-iron grill around the turf-plot. Four-square +with the street, a house of strength and dignity. It was +not too large, and that was fit, too. In the great-grandfather’s +family there were eleven children; in the grandfather’s, +fourteen; in the father’s, three. Elsie herself +had none.</p> + +<p>It was a town house, pure and simple; the Dows had +always been shorefolks, lawyers and doctors and the like. +From the windows of the guest-chamber upstairs, full of +leafy boughs and neighboring gables, you might have been +a thousand miles from the nearest salt; the sewing-room +was the same, and so was the west-chamber, that had +always been known as “the children’s room.” Yet it is +a hard thing to find a house in Urkey without some peep +of the water; even at Gramma Pilot’s, about as thoroughly +shut in as any in town, you’ve but to climb to the garret +to get a sight of blue under the rod of the drug-store +chimney. We may wear Brockton shoes, but we’re a web-footed +race for all that.</p> + +<p>And so it was from the “used chamber” in the new +Snow home.</p> + +<p>The first time they slept there after their wedding-tour +to Boston Elsie awoke in the middle of the night. For a +moment she couldn’t say why. It was too queer. She +didn’t stir; simply lay there trying to think what it was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</span> +could be wrong. It wasn’t for instants that she recollected +where she was, that she was married, that her husband +was there beside her. She slid a hand over his pillow to +touch his head. There was no head to touch. She was so +startled she didn’t know what to do or think. She went +cold. Then, of course, when she began to paw around, +her hand found Tansy’s back. He was sitting up in bed; +that was all.</p> + +<p>“What <em>is</em> the <em>matter</em>?” she demanded, she was so upset.</p> + +<p>“Nothing. Why, nothing at all.” And he lay back on +the pillow.</p> + +<p>But by and by, when he thought her asleep, he was up +again, on an elbow, looking at the window over the foot of +the bed. Like burglars.</p> + +<p>You know the feeling of that. Up went Elsie without a +word, staring at that window too. And there was nothing +there. Nothing but the rear corner of Center Church, one +side, and the corner of the Nickerson house, the other, and +their one outlook on the harbor in the slit between. By +day there would have been a bit of the harbor, a segment +of the Point, and out to sea. Now there was nothing but +the spark of a chance light; it might have been at the +masthead of some vessel at anchor; it was too low for a +star.</p> + +<p>She was provoked. “What <em>are</em> you <em>gawping</em> at?”</p> + +<p>“Nothing. Why, nothing in the world. What makes +you think I——”</p> + +<p>“Is it that light?”</p> + +<p>“Wha—what light?”</p> + +<p>“Well, I’m all afidget now.”</p> + +<p>He lay back and comforted her. They were young.</p> + +<p>Next morning, at the chamber-work, Elsie made a discovery.</p> + +<p>“You remember that light last night, Tansy?” she laughed +at supper-time. “Well, ’twas nothing but old Cabe Sal’sbury’s +light in his house over to the Stone Fold; you can +see how it ranges in daylight. Must be some one sick.”</p> + +<p>“Or else Cabe’s a great student,” she modified it when, +at bedtime, she saw the lamp burning again in the window +on the Stone Fold. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</span></p> + +<p>“What you say to closing those blinds?” Tansy suggested. +“I vow there’s a tang in the air to-night.”</p> + +<p>No, Elsie wouldn’t listen to that.</p> + +<p>“The best doctors nowadays say all the air you can have +in your bedroom is none too much, even in winter-time. +I’d suffocate.”</p> + +<p>It was the following day that Tansy began to seem restless. +To begin with, he didn’t see where they were going +to expect much company, overnight, all their friends being +local people, with houses of their own. So why didn’t they +shift into the front chamber, which was roomier, with two +closets; and as for air, certainly there was as much air +coming up the Brick Walk as there was in the church back +yard.</p> + +<p>“My <em>spare</em> chamber?” was all Elsie could gasp.</p> + +<p>“Or even the west chamber——”</p> + +<p>“The <em>children’s</em> room?”</p> + +<p>Elsie went straight to her mother about it. Her mother +smiled. Phidela Baker had been a young woman once, +with a new young husband and a new house of her own. +“They’re all the same; Providence made ’em so. Ever +notice a dog that’s made up his mind to lie down in a +certain spot? Made up or no, he’s got to wander and fidget +a dozen times around it first, before he settles down. Don’t +you take on.”</p> + +<p>“But over and above everything,” was the parting advice, +“don’t you start out by humoring him too much. Be +cheery, but put your foot down.”</p> + +<p>So when Elsie found Tansy at work one of those days, +surreptitiously, trying to get the bureau switched for the +bed, and the carpet in a tangle with it, she put her foot +down. He looked foolish to be caught so. His face got +redder and redder.</p> + +<p>“Light shines in my eyes. That is—in the mornings.”</p> + +<p>“Can you <em>imagine</em> how this room would <em>look</em>?” She +demolished him ruthlessly, but all the while with a smile.</p> + +<p>That smile of Elsie Snow’s grew famous. No matter +if this went bad and that worse, Tansy Snow’s wife always +had a smile, always seemed to be saying, like her mother +before her: “Don’t you take on; God will provide.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</span></p> + +<p>Her energy was amazing and fruitful. Once she was +married and settled down, and since she had no children to +stop her, she was able to be a power for good. She was a +treasure for Tansy; she saved his pennies; where another +in her place might have got trained help from the mainland +she did with young girls to come in, carried the bulk +of the house herself, and never looked the worse for it.</p> + +<p>As she matured she rounded out amazingly; folks +wouldn’t have believed it, from the slip of a girl she had +been. But no matter how full her hands were, they were +never too full to spare a finger where help was needed. +In the church, in the Dorcases, in the “Light in Darkness,” +in the Town Farm Association, at Easter, Thanksgiving, +Memorial Day, the word came to be: “See Elsie Snow; +she’ll manage.”</p> + +<p>There were plenty to say that her capacity for managing +didn’t go for nothing in Tansy’s affairs. Certainly, +once, when he wouldn’t have foreclosed on Mrs. Hemans’s +store—which was going to be a valuable property as soon +as the fish-freezer was built—certainly then it was his wife +showed the common sense of the two, asking him plainly: +“Which do you figure you owe the most to, Sarah Hemans +or the men and women and children that’ve got their all +in your bank?”</p> + +<p>Yet too much may have been made of that. Tansy +was honest, and honesty goes a long way. When he made +a statement across his desk in the bank-block—it mattered +not whether it was to the highest or the humblest—that +statement held. And yet, again, in another way, where +would he have been if it hadn’t been for her? People +would really have forgotten that he was alive.</p> + +<p>Tansy had turned out a silent and unsociable man. He +never went to the post-office; his mail came to the bank. +From there home he took the back way; that was about the +only place, except church, you’d ever see him, and then half +the time he wouldn’t see you, walking as he did with his +eyes on the ground, studying.</p> + +<p>A silent man is a wise one: that’s common knowledge. +Tansy ought to have been Selectman. Yet he never was. +It hurt Elsie. Fall after fall, as town meeting came and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</span> +passed, and somehow or other Tansy’s name wasn’t mentioned, +it got deeper and deeper under her skin. Of course +nobody ever knew. It wasn’t anything you could say anything +about. But it was bitter when she recollected the +young Tansy standing at the bottom of the steps and +vowing: “Some day I shall be the biggest man in this +town.”</p> + +<p>She never mentioned it directly to her husband. The +nearest she came was when she would plague him: “Why +<em>don’t</em> you see more of folks? I declare, I can’t make you +out. What good does it do going to church if you don’t +take a hand in any of the activities? Or in town affairs? +See here now, So-and-so and So-and-so are coming in after +supper about the cake-sale, and I want you to put on your +blacks and stay down awhile—and talk. ’Twouldn’t harm +you to crack a joke, even. Be cheery!”</p> + +<p>Tansy would change his collar and put on his blacks. +He never crossed his wife; never put <em>his</em> foot down. Never +but once. That was when Elsie, perceiving at last that +there was to be no one for the “children’s room,” and +moved by something too vague to say, suggested they might +be more comfortable in the west chamber, after all, as he +himself had said. It was the first time she had ever heard +him speak as he did. “We’ll stay where we are.” And +they had stayed.</p> + +<p>But so he would freshen up after supper and come down +as she bade him and sit, absent of eye and mind, in a +corner of the cake-sale conference. Ten minutes. Half +an hour. Then presently, as things warmed up, like dew +under the heightening sun, he would be found to be not +there. “Studying,” his wife would have to tell them with +a sigh. “What can a body do with a man whose work is +never done? Up there in the dark, from now to bedtime, +like as not, studying, studying. You’d never guess. But +I declare if some folks were to work the amount Tansy +Snow does, and take on so blessed little about it⁠— Well, +well. And now, who’s it arranged shall get the paper for +the streamers and festoons?”</p> + +<p>So Tansy would sit there, studying. All alone in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</span> +“used chamber,” in the dark, in his shirt-sleeves, in the +rocker. Studying, studying.</p> + +<p>First, in the early days, he thought it was a sin. It +seemed to him that it must be Satan himself who was +putting that lamp in Donna’s garret on the Stone Fold, +night after night after night, to mock him, around the very +corner of the church of God, and beckon him from the +very pillow where he lay beside his wife.</p> + +<p>At first he was angry. “The cheek of her!” She knew +he was married, must know it; she had been in town with +her father many times; he had seen their boat. Yes, he +had seen <em>her</em>—at a distance. Angry and scared. Anything +to escape that ray that poisoned his thoughts, his +dreams! Any room, any window, but that! Angry, scared, +and <em>fascinated</em>! That was the worst. Fascinated, so that +it ate a hole in the fabric of his honesty, like a moth-hole, +tiny enough to escape notice, but big enough to let a lie +through.</p> + +<p>“I’ve to step upstairs and get my slippers, wife dear.”</p> + +<p>“You’re tired, Tansy; let me go.”</p> + +<p>“No, no, you stay by the fire and read; I’ll be but a +moment, dear.”</p> + +<p>For a while he was ashamed of himself. He ran to +the stairs and started down if he heard Elsie coming. He +felt he ought to make it up to her somehow, pet her, show +himself ten times more fervent than it was in his nature to +be. But that couldn’t last. Nothing that’s not in a man’s +nature can last. What <em>is</em> in his nature will out.</p> + +<p>It’s in the nature of islanders to be weather-vanes. As +the weather goes, so do our spirits. There’s none that +hasn’t, in some one of his generations, had a ship. So, +even though her husband was a confirmed shore body, Elsie +never thought it anything out of the way that he should +be weather-tender, and show it by fidgeting and prowling +on nights when the fog came and the wind was in the east.</p> + +<p>Through the spring and summer of their first year there +was prevailing fair weather, and only rarely a night like +that—a blessed one (at first) when the star on the Stone +Fold was blotted out—a torment (later on) when Tansy +was upstairs as much as down, stealing peeps, dreading, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</span> +hoping. In September, though, there came a real spell, +five days of it as thick as a hat. In the night of the fourth +a lobsterman named Antony Coral claimed to have seen +Mr. Snow of the bank in a dory in Chalk Ground Slough, +toward the Stone Fold—was near to running into him—fact!</p> + +<p>If a tale like that had been let go far it might have +harmed a man in Snow’s position. But it didn’t go far. +Before his mates at the dock had got through guying the +credulous “Portugee,” he began to wonder if he hadn’t +been asleep at his oars, after all, and dreaming dreams, and +he never brought it up again.</p> + +<p>One thing about that night is certain, however: Tansy +wasn’t at home. Another thing is certain: it was he that +was rowing the dory in Chalk Ground Slough, toward the +Stone Fold. And it wasn’t above five minutes after he +had avoided collision with Coral’s lobster-boat that, close +aboard the island beach, he made out finally a disk of warm +light the size of a penny, up in that part of the vapors +where Donna’s garret window ought to be.</p> + +<p>That settled it. That made it another thing. Had it +been no more than spite, Donna wouldn’t have wasted +oil and wick in weather that would smother the spark in +twenty rods, and never a chance in God’s world for Tansy +to see and suffer. It was something in <em>her</em> made her do it, +then; like an act in some ritual of memory. Turning his +boat around, he rowed for home. What he had found out +filled him with a sense of pity. No, not pity. There was +solemnity, tragedy in it, but it wasn’t pity, nor sorrow.</p> + +<p>After that he began to lose his feeling of shame when he +made excuses to slip away upstairs, till he made them no +more. He no longer stole peeps from the window; he +sat there brazenly, “studying.” As time went by, if the +good people gathered in Elsie’s parlor—if they could have +seen him at the moment of his escape upstairs—they +would never have known him for Tansy Snow. His face +was contorted. He shook his fist. “——the lot of you, +you gabbling, gossiping little parcel of busybodies, you and +your holy little schemes, your little brains! The devil! +What claim have you on <em>me</em>?” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</span></p> + +<p>But when he had reached the bedroom and found the +rocker and sat down with his back to the bedpost and his +sock-feet on the window-sill, little by little the lines would +vanish from his face. Little by little as he watched the +fallen star, or thought of it shining in secret there, he +forgot to hear the busy voices below; he heard the wind +running in gray grasses and the living sound of breakers +on far-strewn reefs and the dry rustle of leaves in a thorn +tree. And what had happened was that he was no longer +surrounded by walls and gables and hemmed in by the +thoughts and needs and elbows of hundreds of industrious +little two-legged vegetables; the walls had melted, his +horizon was the horizon of dark ocean, and he walked +in space.</p> + +<p>And a girl walked with him—no, a woman—no (as time +passed), more than a woman, a kind of goddess, sea-begot, +earth-born, the soil of the mother still carelessly on her, +and she the stronger for it, and slow, as the tides as slow, +and generous, as the earth is generous with the seeds of +life, and brooding calm as the sky is, which, knowing nothing, +holds within itself all the generations of them that +know all. Her hair was thick and tangled, because the +grass grows so; eyes heavy, because they looked at things +far off; hands large, because the blood that fed them was +warm; and her words little words, because only little +words can stay in the wind that blows from the caverns +among the stars.</p> + +<p>“The gray ewe dropped twins in that brush-patch. That’s +a good ewe.”</p> + +<p>And Tansy could imagine his own words as simple. +“Yes, a good ewe.”</p> + +<p>“I like the feel of the wind, like tonight; there’s rain to +come. I like it to blow under my hair, the same as kisses. +I love kisses.”</p> + +<p>“I love to kiss you. I love to be with you with nothing +but water roundabout and nothing but stars above, and +all on earth asleep, hushed up.”</p> + +<p>“They’re awake in China, though, for the world’s round +like a ball.”</p> + +<p>“Most folks know the world’s round, yet they think it’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</span> +flat. I love that in you, Donna; you can <em>feel</em> it, you can +<em>see</em> it being round like a ball. And you can see the stars +being round like balls as big as suns, to shine hot on +other worlds where there were sheep and people living and +having twins and dead under the grass a million centuries +before Adam and Eve—and never a thought in all their +races whether it should be a thousand or twelve hundred +on the Dee Nickerson house, or something useful like +aprons or something tasty like doilies at the Dorcas meeting +next Tuesday week. You see it. You feel it.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Tansy, I see it. I feel it.”</p> + +<p>“You and I. I love you. And here we are at the tree.”</p> + +<p>Nor could he any longer, caught in the net of fantasy, +recognize the thing as sin. <em>There’s</em> revenge for you. To +have grown to be a man who didn’t know right from +wrong. Tansy, whose honesty was his strength!</p> + +<p>After all, he wasn’t a man; he was two men. It was +the other that became president of the bank, director in +both the new freezers, and owner of considerable property +in the town. No one knew his duplicity. How was it +possible? Certainly, after living with him ten years, his +wife didn’t know. Donna herself, who might have guessed, +might have wished, even Donna couldn’t <em>know</em>. He could +assure himself there was no one. So he had forgotten +what had happened that night in the wagon-shed behind +the church (and almost under his window now). He had +forgotten God, who never forgets.</p> + +<p>But God moves in a mysterious way. It was a mystery +to all “what it was bit Tansy” in his thirty-sixth year. +There he was one week, a bit stoop-shouldered perhaps, +but wiry for all that and going his way. Honest Tansy, +who ought to have been Selectman—and why didn’t <em>some</em>body +ever put him up? And there he was the next week, +and talk of galloping consumption. Or Bright’s disease. +Or what?</p> + +<p>They couldn’t have got it out of him; he was too close +of mouth. Nor dig and delve as they would they couldn’t +get it out of Mrs. Snow. She didn’t know; that’s why. +He sleeps poorly; that’s about all she could say. He would +toss, his head as restless on the pillow as if it wore a crown +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</span> +of thorns. Once when he thought her asleep he got up and +went into the spare chamber. From the hall where she had +stolen she saw him with a candle staring at his own face +in the bureau glass. The night-puffed face, the thinning +hair, the stooped shoulders—in the mirrored eyes there was +the look of a soul in hell, self-pity, self-hate, self-mockery.</p> + +<p>Elsie was worried in earnest. When, without warning, +a day or so later, he announced: “We’ll try the west room +a spell for a change,” she was quick to humor him. Yet +it came to nothing. Before she had so much as a bedsheet +shifted, there he was back, bareheaded: “Let it be +as ’twas.”</p> + +<p>Here are the facts. Tansy oughtn’t to have gone near +the docks. For years he had kept clear of them, by +instinct more than by reason. Now the mysterious way +God took was to make him careless. It was a bright and +innocent morning anyway; insurance was wanted on a big +yawl; it’s better to see a risk with your own eyes than to +go by hearsay. (If you can see the risk.)</p> + +<p>Alongside the yawl three single-handers were lying, the +men in them sorting their last night’s catch; lusty, brawny +young fellows, a pleasure to the eye with their deep color +and their flashing grins (more pleasure to the eye than +a banker in a night-shirt before a looking-glass). And their +voices, in the clear of the morning, were gay and strong.</p> + +<p>Five years later Tansy could have repeated every syllable +of every word:</p> + +<p>“Looks o’ that catch o’ yourn there, Eddie, you didn’t +set no very likely place last night, did ye?”</p> + +<p>“Aw, leave Eddie be, Sam. Didn’t ye hear the terrible +thing? Got a good fare o’ haddock, Eddie did, only he had +to heave the best part away. Turn out to be moth-millers +when he come to look. Whatcha make o’ that?”</p> + +<p>“Laugh, you fellows; I like to hear ye. But if ye really +want to know who <em>’twas</em> fishin’ the Stone Fold las’ night, +don’t ask me; ask Codhead Collins; he’s the boy’ll know.”</p> + +<p>“All right, all right, don’t jump so. All reminded me +was, I was thinking I noted a new little face on the beach +over there when I come by the old girl’s last week. And +a new batch o’ wash on the line.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</span></p> + +<p>“Godfrey! How many’s that she’s got now?”</p> + +<p>“Don’t ask me; I ain’t the only dory in the fleet.”</p> + +<p>It wasn’t consumption; Tansy didn’t cough. Nor +Bright’s disease; it didn’t act that way. The doctor said it +was just insomnia, and it came from too much work. +Human flesh can’t stand studying at a desk the livelong +day and then in a bedroom rocker half the night. He +advised, and Elsie insisted, that Tansy ease up, go off +somewhere, and take a holiday.</p> + +<p>“No, I’ll just see it through,” was all Tansy would say.</p> + +<p>When he said that morning: “We’ll try the west room a +spell,” it was a confession of rout. Once away from that +window he might forget; that’s how he figured it. He +hadn’t yet got it through his head that God never forgets. +At the bank, who should be waiting to see him but two of +those trawlmen, Eddie and Sam. It was something about a +loan; Tansy hardly knew; the business was done mechanically; +the whole sudden thing <em>he</em> saw was that he wasn’t to +be let escape; that God had sent those wind-browned lusty +young fellows as a sign and reminder that by no hiding of +his eyes was he to be let forget. He faced it.</p> + +<p>When the emissaries were gone he got down on his elbows +on his desk and looked at his conscience, and he saw that +in all those years of letting his imagination run to that +island, instead of keeping it home of nights where it +belonged, he had been doing a sinful thing. Now for atonement +he was given a cross to bear. In the long run, unless +he bore it without flinching, the failure would find him out. +It was then, forgetting his hat, he ran home to Elsie with +his “Let it be as ’twas.”</p> + +<p>“As ’twas!” The irony! As though it could be any +nearer to what it had been than heaven is to hell.</p> + +<p>He tried never to flinch. Shirt-sleeves and sock-feet, “as +’twas,” he sat there whole evenings through. No longer did +he stride across the wind-blown grass with Donna by his +side. He ran at a crouch under cover of the brush-patches, +peeping, spying. Or he lay hidden as near as he dared to +the thorn tree, holding his breath and listening—to youth.</p> + +<p>Almost as bad as the jealousy was the shame. Beginning +by boasting he would be the biggest man in town, he had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</span> +ended by being the least in a shady brotherhood, the scummiest +of the scum of the waterfront.</p> + +<p>Sometimes he had to flinch a little; sometimes, revoking +the image of the goddess he had created, he would rail at +them. And now his “<em>I was the first!</em>” was the whine of a +whip, and he had to grovel:</p> + +<p>“Lord, when I have borne enough, in Thy mercy take it +away.”</p> + +<p>There came a time when it seemed it was to be taken +away. Mercy’s instrument was Austin Dow, the proprietor +of the Seaside Lunch that came with the steamer, along +with other changes, when the old packet-schooner gave up. +More and more excursionists were coming for the day’s +sail from Gillyport, with an hour ashore at noon, and Dow +got to thinking he’d have a sign put on his roof, a big fellow, +one you could read from the harbor coming in, with +“<span class="smcap">Shore Dinners Our Specialty</span>” in letters five feet high. +And he wanted a license from the town.</p> + +<p>It came up in special meeting in January, and it made a +stir. There were forward-looking people who realized that +times had changed, and they spoke in favor. There were +just as many against it, though not quite so apt at saying +why; anyway, it would be an eyesore to the worshipers +coming out of Center Church, that monstrosity on a roof +across the street. And then a man got up in the back of the +hall and asked permission to speak.</p> + +<p>The man was Tansy Snow. If it had been George True, +the town dummy, folks wouldn’t have been struck so dead. +And that was only the beginning. From the first the thing +that had made it look as though Dow might get the vote +was that it was the business men that were with him; it +was the sentimental old ladies (male and female) that were +against.</p> + +<p>And now to hear Banker Snow, the busiest business man +of them all, the dried-up human calculator, the man with no +sentiment, no romance, no imagination beyond set-down-five-and-carry-two—to +see him standing there like a born +revivalist—and to hear him carrying on—diving back into +history and coming up again—his face running sweat and +his eyes as big as quarters with earnestness—reciting the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</span> +beauty and dignity and grandeur of our island metropolis—recalling +the impressions of his boyhood, the simple nobility +of that shore-street sky-line, as great epochs had +builded it slowly—and then taking the proposed sign-board +as a symbol of all the ills the mainland suffers from, making +bigness an idol, bustle a religion, the dollar a god to trample +them in the dust—it was too much for the town meeting. +When it came to a vote, there wasn’t a voice for the lunchroom: +Dow was too done up even to lift his own.</p> + +<p>No one was more amazed than Elsie Snow, or more +thrilled. If Tansy didn’t fathom what he had done, or +what was to follow, she did. As she took him out and home +through the streets where people lingered she held him by +the arm, “the biggest man in town”; you couldn’t fool Elsie +Snow.</p> + +<p>When they had undressed and she had blown out the +light and gone to lift the window, she stood for a moment +dreaming down at Dow’s lunchroom on the shore, bright +in the moonlight in the bottom of the crevice between the +Nickerson house and the corner of the church, and, “By +gracious,” she mused, “it never till this instant occurred to +me, but it would’ve cut off half our one and only sea-view, +that monstrosity of his.”</p> + +<p>No, there was one more amazed than Elsie.</p> + +<p>Staring out through the moonlight, and through the darkness +when the moon had set, Tansy Snow was wondering:</p> + +<p>“Why in the name of the Eternal did I do that?”</p> + +<p>Elsie was right about consequences. The town waked up +and rubbed its eyes. Tansy Snow had pulled the wool over +them for a couple of decades, but he couldn’t do it any +more. From the minute he sat down after his speech in +meeting there wasn’t a question in anybody’s mind but +what he’d be chosen Selectman the coming autumn, in place +of John Matheson, who was “getting through.” If he’d +take it, that is.</p> + +<p>What a question! As we used to say: “Will a duck +swim?” And yet very presently here was Elsie Snow going +around with another kind of smile and another and mysterious +light in her eye. She was a wonder, Elsie was.</p> + +<p>How did she get wind of it? you’ll ask. But you must +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</span> +remember that, what with being chairman of this, manager +of that, and corresponding secretary of the other, the +banker’s wife had in her hands the ends of more underground +wires than any dozen in Urkey, and under-water +wires too, tapping the gossip of all the towns and precincts +the length of the Cape. And wise in politics, she +knew that two and two, coming at the right time and at all +dramatic, are apt to make nearer forty than four. And she +knew that there is a tide in the affairs of men. And she +knew that it never rains but it pours.</p> + +<p>She could hear them at Gillyport: “Well, they say +Honest Tansy Snow opened up his mouth at last, and the +man’s a spellbinder; vow he is.” And at Barnstable: “They +knew him, and they knew he meant it; he ain’t the kind to +spout for spoutin’ sake, Banker Snow ain’t. And they do +say there was a good many noses blowed there toward the +end.”</p> + +<p>But Elsie knew more than that. Piecing it together in +her astute mind, from a hint here, an allusion there, a slip +of somebody’s tongue or pen, she knew a thing that only +three men in the Congressional District happened yet to +know. And this was that “the party,” what with the chill +of old blood and the heat of bad blood, was secretly in a +bad way indeed; that it wanted a doctor, and wanted one +quickly—with the autumn elections coming forward, and a +member of Congress to be sent to Washington. No veteran; +no silver-trumpeting old war-horse. No, a new name, +a fresh fame, a clean slate.</p> + +<p>“And where, oh, where,” thought Elsie, “where will the +lightning strike?”</p> + +<p>Selectman? Selectman of a village? That was why +she smiled. Since Barlow Atkins left Congress in 1884 +people in Urkey had almost forgotten that an islander could +sit under the dome in Washington. “The biggest man in +this town.” She remembered the young Tansy standing up +straight in London Lane. Well, she’d see.</p> + +<p>One afternoon in mid-July the Knights came over in the +steamer <i>Senator Bates</i> for their annual “time,” a clambake +at Blue Goat Cove in the evening and the sail back home by +moonlight later on. When they had marched the length of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</span> +the shore street behind their band and got a start for the +cove, they took half the population with them, but they +left three of their own number behind.</p> + +<p>The sail was all right for these three, but they weren’t +much on clambakes. They’d rather loaf around the old +town, looking at the houses. Perhaps they were interested +in architecture. Or perhaps it was lightning-rods. They +were Mr. Claude Byram of Gillyport, Captain Charlie +Slocum of Barnstable, and ex-Senator Bates himself, and +they were the three men in the district who knew what Elsie +knew. As they strolled they talked. They talked about +Henry Poor, the young lawyer in Provincetown, who, unheard +of a year ago, had just won the Province-land suit for +the Commonwealth. They talked of the new man who was +making such a name for himself as head of the Highmarket +Academy—a scholar—no taint of politics there. And once +or twice, lingering near the end of the Brick Walk, “Well, +here’s where <em>he</em> lives,” they temporized. “What do we +say?”</p> + +<p>But they couldn’t seem quite to say. They had to talk it +all over again. Six o’clock passed. They had a snack at +Dow’s place, and then it was seven, and then it was eight. +Elsie Snow wasn’t the woman to wait forever. It was in the +drug store, where they had stopped for cigars, that she +brought them to earth.</p> + +<p>“Captain Slocum, as I live! And <em>Mr.</em> Byram! And—<em>not</em> +Senator <i>Bates</i>! Well, I declare, who’d have thought to +find <em>you</em> drifting around our little town, and without a soul +to manage for you? I give you my word——”</p> + +<p>She gave them her word it was an outrage, and that +even if there wasn’t a committee of welcome, there was a +home that would be honored by their presence, and a fresh +lemon layer-cake, and a drop of rhubarb wine, put down +the year she and Tansy were married. And Tansy <em>would</em> +be tickled.</p> + +<p>It seemed providential; seemed to help to clear their +minds. When they had arrived, most easily, most pleasantly, +at the foot of the Snow steps, they slackened pace +and let their hostess go on in ahead.</p> + +<p>She made it simple for them. “I’ll run on and see Tansy’s +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</span> +fit to be looked at; he’s that much of a home body, he’s +probably in slippers now.”</p> + +<p>“I guess, Mrs. Snow,” the Senator called after her, +spokesman for the three, “I guess you can tell Snow <em>we’ll</em> +be tickled to see <em>him</em>.”</p> + +<p>All the woman could think, and that over and over, was, +“This is the greatest day in Urkey’s history.”</p> + +<p>Tansy, hearing voices, was half-way upstairs. She bustled +him up the other half, the news on her tongue, but +then it was too enormous to tell.</p> + +<p>“Get into your blacks, and <em>hurry</em>,” she bade him; “there’s +company.”</p> + +<p>As she turned and swept downstairs again to put the +company at its ease with ash-trays and cake and rhubarb +wine, the chosen of fortune felt along the wall for the chamber +door; with a sigh. Why wouldn’t people let him be?</p> + +<p>Once inside, he started toward the window, of habit a +quarter-century old. Then he remembered he was to hurry. +Company. Who? Why had there been that note in her +voice? Perhaps at last it was somebody about the autumn +meeting and the Selectmanship. Oh, Tansy knew. He +never let on, but he wasn’t a fool And he wanted it—as +he’d never wanted anything. Why? For the name? Yes, +in a way. More than anything in life, he wanted to be able +to go to that window and throw back the taunt of that +leering eye of light.</p> + +<p>“Yah! Take a look at me—the man that’s trusted above +all others! Selectman! The biggest man in this island +and this town! You, and your ‘moth-millers,’ your dirty, +filthy nobodies, look at me! Yah!”</p> + +<p>But he had been told to hurry. In that funny way—hurry! +It was the Selectmanship! As good as done +already. Because he had been an upright citizen and an +honest man. Here he was at the window, after all.</p> + +<p>It wasn’t a “Yah!” It wasn’t a sound, nothing formed, +just a formless outlashing of a life that was tired in secret; +secretly, prematurely old. Then, as he looked again, he +lifted a hand and drew it across his eyes.</p> + +<p>“Fog coming in. Won’t have much of a moonlight sail, +that crowd.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</span></p> + +<p>He removed his hand and stared. There was no fog. The +sky was as clear as glass and full of stars. He put his +other hand on the bedpost. The bedpost was solid, anyway.</p> + +<p>“Good God! What’s—wh-what’s happened? What’s +wrong?”</p> + +<p>Elsie couldn’t keep them occupied forever, even with cake +and rhubarb wine. Minutes are minutes to such men. +When fifteen had passed, and Slocum had looked at his +watch twice, she went to the stairs and called. Then, +laughing, “What would you do with such a man?” she +marched up to find him. The bedroom was dark, and he +wasn’t there. She went to the spare chamber, to the west +chamber, down the back way to the kitchen. She returned +to their bedroom; he <em>must</em> be there.</p> + +<p>She felt on the bed, the chair; she stood staring out of +the window.</p> + +<p>She shut her eyes and opened them again. A curious +uneasiness, having nothing to do with the company downstairs, +seemed to lay hold of her.</p> + +<p>“Fog,” she said to herself.</p> + +<p>She turned around. What was the matter with this +room tonight? Why was everything so—so—so wrong—so +lost—so funny? She touched the bedpost. It was solid +enough. She glanced toward the window again.</p> + +<p>She laughed. She saw what was wrong, and it was +ridiculous. For two dozen years, without knowing it, she +had depended on seeing a light there when the weather was +clear. When it was thick, there was no light; no light, it +must be thick. And here it was clear, and no light. Absurd, +but it had given her the jumps.</p> + +<p>That shows what habit is.</p> + +<p>Rid of the spell, she remembered what she was about. +Her lips whiter and whiter with anger, running on frantic +tip-toe, she searched the house.</p> + +<p>Coming through the parlor she was all cheer. “Tansy’ll +be down directly,” she promised them, and, slipping out of +the door, she was gone.</p> + +<p>Time passed. Once or twice they heard a voice calling +“Tansy! Tansy!” off in the distance, among the houses +and lanes. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</span></p> + +<p>They got to talking. “You can’t tell me this fellow Poor +hasn’t made a big impression, especially down-Cape.” “Yes, +but he’s a lawyer, and that means politician to lots of +people. Now this man McDowell over at the Academy——”</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Snow reappeared it was awkward. They +didn’t want to seem to run, but there was a man Byram +ought to see, and there was the boat.</p> + +<p>They got out backward, Slocum saying: “We’re right +sorry not to have seen Snow,” and the old Senator adding a +word of kindness: “The talk’s been up our way that your +husband’s slated for the next Selectman over here. I’m +glad of that; he ought to make a good one, from all I hear.”</p> + +<p>Elsie stood staring at the closed door when they were +gone.</p> + +<p>“Selectman!” she whispered. “<em>Selectman!</em>”</p> + +<p>All the poison of all the years came pouring out. “I’ll +<em>see</em> him Selectman! I’d kill myself first! He shall stay a +stick till the day of his death, he shall. A dumb, stupid +stick—stick-in-the-mud! <em>Ohhhh!</em>”</p> + +<p>In the kitchen of the house on the Stone Fold they were +playing pachisi down on the floor. The board was an old +one, held together with court-plaster; most of the men were +buttons, and there were only two dice left. Despite these +defects, however; despite the two youngest, two babies, +creeping in continually and grabbing and getting slapped; +and despite the paralytic old shepherd in the chair behind +the towel rack, who wanted attending to now and then—despite +these handicaps they played with a quiet concentration, +watching each the moves of all the others, alert for +cheating, a gamin shrewdness in the eyes narrowed under +the forelocks of tangled hair. It was an old game with +them; yet tonight there was something new about it; as +new as though it had been another game altogether, or the +same game transported to heaven, where all is light.</p> + +<p>“Better’n that old lantern!”</p> + +<p>“Better’n two lanterns!”</p> + +<p>“Better’n <em>ten</em> lanterns!”</p> + +<p>So, from time to time, between moves, carried away +afresh by realization, they joined and gloated. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</span></p> + +<p>“Better’n a <em>hundred</em> lanterns!”</p> + +<p>The dogs were barking outside. An old one from under +the stove sniffed toward the door, bristling. The players +paid no attention, but the grandfather began to screech at +the top of his lungs: “Shan’t have it! Shan’t! Ain’t nobody +no decency? With <em>her</em> there? Etta, you tell ’em go +way. It’s an unholy sin—comin’ round a night like tonight—that’s +what it is! Etta!”</p> + +<p>“Shut your face!” Etta threw at him as, without haste, +she got up from the floor. She was a woman of twenty-odd, +the mother of one of the infants underfoot. “Remember, +you, it’s my next move!” she threatened the others; +then again to the old man: “Won’t you shut up, f’ gracious +sake!” and finally to the door: “Well, well, ’tain’t locked, +is it? <em>Come in!</em>”</p> + +<p>The door opened. Those on the floor sat up straight. +Etta retreated a step, taken aback to see a stranger.</p> + +<p>“What d’y’ want?” she muttered.</p> + +<p>The man kept standing there, staring at her; staring at +her squat, strong-muscled figure, her lowering face, her +hair, thick and matted about her head, the color of unwashed +brown sheep. She didn’t like it.</p> + +<p>“Who are ye, and what d’y’ want? Y’ dumb?”</p> + +<p>But the old shepherd began to screech now: “<em>I</em> know +’im! I seen ’im many’s the time over to the village. +I see ye, Mr. Snow. I know ye well, Banker Snow. Well, +I vow! Draw out a chair for Mr. Snow, Etta. Florry! +Frank! Scabby! What a parcel o’ dummies! Git a +chair for Banker Snow.”</p> + +<p>“What d’y’ want?” Etta persisted, unmoved.</p> + +<p>Snow lifted a hand and passed it down over his face, +which looked drawn and moist. Like a man talking in his +sleep, he asked: “What’s wrong with Donna?”</p> + +<p>That seemed to loosen all tongues at once. The kitchen +was as full of voices, of a sudden, as it was of the yellow +glare.</p> + +<p>“Donna’s dead.”</p> + +<p>“Donna’s in there; wanta see ’er?”</p> + +<p>“Ma went sick and she got worse and died off.”</p> + +<p>“Donna ain’t boss no longer, she ain’t.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</span></p> + +<p>“We got the lamp down.”</p> + +<p>“We gone and got the lamp on ’er now, for <em>all</em> ’er.”</p> + +<p>“At last we got the lamp.”</p> + +<p>Snow seemed to see the lamp for the first time. Like a +man walking in his sleep he went to look at it. It was +worth looking at. It stood on its own stand, a good four +feet high; its finely swelled reservoir had variegated chasings +of brass and nickel all over it; it had an extra-size +chimney without a nick, and two wicks, one within the +other. A lamp for any parlor in the world. All the parts +that could be rubbed were as bright as a new one in the +store. It had been looked after, like new; the price-tag, +even, had never been taken off. It hung from the stem of +the regulator, and the mark was still legible on it amongst +the spotting of flies. Tansy read it.</p> + +<p>“$6.”</p> + +<p>Some folks have a God of Mercy. And some have a terrible +God.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_16_16" href="#FNanchor_16_16" class="label">[16]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Pictorial Review Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Wilbur Daniel Steele.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE HOME TOWN</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_HOME_TOWN17"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE HOME TOWN</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_17_17" href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By MILTON WALDMAN + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The London Mercury</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">High</span>, high up in the spire of a New York office building +(higher than the forty storeys which is the maximum +that the foreigner’s imagination, even when abetted by +observation, seems able to compass) sat a depressed and +lonely little man. He was lonely because he was alone, +and unaccustomed to so being; his present occupation was +to discover why he was depressed.</p> + +<p>The little man was a very important person. On the door +by which one entered one might read in reverse, “Powell, +Prescot and Shipton, Publicity and Advertising Engineers. +Henry J. Powell, Pres.” Though the letters appeared black +through the frosted pane, on the other side they were bright +gold. If, after entering one looked over Mr. Powell’s head +through the window beyond, where the streets and roofs +of New York extended to the south, one saw a few of the +things for which he was celebrated. Not many hundred +yards out of that window is the famous <cite>Lesson in Economy</cite>, +the masterpiece commissioned by the Bungalow Savings +and Trust Company. It is an animated electric sign, which +at night shows the reception of depositors’ money at a window +of the bank, its passage to a huge transparent safe +wherein the piles of currency and checks undergo a metamorphosis +into bricks, lumber, bathtubs, and shrubbery, +and fly away to a garden spot in the suburbs to arrange +themselves into neat little bungalows of an exact pattern +with rows of neighbours of similar origin. At the conclusion +of the performance, which requires about three minutes, all +lights go out save those in the most recent bungalow, on the +steps of which are seen a man, a woman, a small boy and a +dog, above the ruby caption “You can Do This Too!” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</span></p> + +<p>A quarter of a mile further on is visible the radiantly +coloured <i lang="fr">tableau vivant</i> of the Searchlight Stores, entitled +<cite>Nothing Too Good for Milady</cite>, which, around the charming +figure of a modish young woman, exhibits, in smaller pictures, +the Searchlight’s myrmidons stalking tigers, leopards +and cobras’ skins in the jungles of India, ostriches’ feathers +in the deserts of Africa, caterpillars’ skeins in a sleepy +garden in Japan; one beholds the pearl divers in the shimmering +waters of the Orient, and chained gangs of Kaffirs +plucking diamonds out of the obdurate rock in Rhodesia. +But a few steps further, on the other side of the street, is +the striking <i>Don’t Be Miserable When Enjoying Yourself</i>, +which presents an invalid and her nurse contentedly reading +novels while being wafted over the worst of roads in a +monotone motor, whilst on a parallel and greatly superior +road a competing car and its occupants are being gradually +disintegrated. The editor of a magazine for which Mr. +Powell had once written an autobiographical article had +presented his contributor as “The Monarch of the Upper +Reaches of American Cities,” a just, but inadequate tribute +to his manifold activities.</p> + +<p>For Mr. Powell was more than a mere creator of striking +advertisement displays. He was, in his way, a philosopher, +and in the modern sense a poet as well. In the article referred +to he expounds the philosophy of publicity as it has +never been done before. He demonstrates clearly and succinctly +that publicity, like all the best poetry, is a form of +self-expression; only the advertiser, instead of informing +the reader of the state of his private feelings, often an +awkward affair to the latter, or proclaiming the beauty of +Nature’s handiwork, which the public is well able to observe +and judge for itself, reveals the merit of the thing which +his (the advertiser’s) creative urge, and perhaps Fate, have +set him to producing. Publicity thus redounds to the common +weal in two ways: by holding the advertiser to a high +standard and by elevating the taste of the public to a level +which it could never attain without the explanatory counsels +of the expert makers of the things the public required. +For example, the manufacturer of rubber heels, by illustrating +to the pedestrian reader the advantages of his conception, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</span> +makes a promise, sets for himself an ideal which +it is both his duty and pleasure to live up to; while the +pedestrian, if not thus made aware of the maker’s ideal, +would either be sapping his vitality by continuing to bustle +about on leather heels, or his purse, by ignorantly satisfying +himself with inferior rubber ones. The article concludes:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="verse indent0">The world can’t <em>guess</em> the work you’ve done,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">’Tis <em>you</em> must let it know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twill give you then the prize you’ve won,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And, giving it, will glow.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p>The photograph of the author, which accompanied the +article was at first sight disappointing. One anticipated +that a man who had done big things would keep his appearance +in harmony with his achievements; but instead of the +burly shoulders, broad face, square jaw, thin lips and aquiline +nose which the reader expected to see, he was confronted +with the portrait of a round, stoop-shouldered little +man, whose black hair was brushed back from his forehead +in Beethoven fashion, whose eyes were deep-set and speculative +rather than keen, and whose chin violated all the +canons by merely rounding off in a perfunctory way the +boyish contours of his cheeks. He wore a black coat of +ministerial cut and a flowing black tie. Yet, to those who +knew him, Powell’s appearance was the best possible index +to his character. They were astounded by his miracles, but +stood in awe of his dreams.</p> + +<p>Now, for the first time in forty years of activity, he felt +lonely and depressed. His success, achieved always in the +company of men and by dint of untiring effort, had hitherto +left no room for either emotion. There was always +something to do, somebody to see, at best and worst some +pleasant creative vision to think about. But a week since, +business being dull, his associates had departed in a body +and gone their separate ways to observe the ritual of Old +Home Week. This latter, a ceremony springing jointly +from native sentimentality and respect for humble beginnings, +requires that the men in the cities who have made +their way in the big world should retrace their steps to the +towns and villages which have given them birth and join in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</span> +tribute to its virtues. All the absent are welcome, but the +occasion is dedicated rather to the successful than to the +prodigal sons.</p> + +<p>So Prescot and Shipton and the younger partners, Wynn, +Jacobson, Bottinelli, Senkowsky, and the rest took leave, +and now, five days later, the head of the firm sat in his +studio of gleaming mahogany, leather and brass, perusing +their exuberant accounts of the various local festivities. +Prescot wrote from a little desert village in the Southwest +of a Chamber of Commerce dinner in his honour, of a political +conference for the selection of a congressional candidate +in which his opinion was deferred to, of being asked to lead +the subscription towards a War Memorial in the public +square. Wynn, in his best “copy” manner, chronicled a +round of rustic frolics in Minnesota. Bottinelli sent him a +clipping from a newspaper in a Southern California town, +which related the installation of a stained glass window in +the church where the young Italian had been christened +and in which he now made the dedicatory address. And so +on, each in his turn contributing to his chief’s forlorn sense +of being out of it all. He had few friends besides associates, +and they were absent on similar missions, as he knew from +a week of solitary luncheons and dinners. It was a dreadful +thing, he reflected, for a man to have no interests outside +his profession. These others had something to carry +them on, to look forward to. It made life more complete, +more harmonious, to have the roots of one’s aspirations in +one’s beginnings, to wish to honour one’s past by means of +one’s future.</p> + +<p>He looked back and recalled the early years from which +his manhood had so completely divorced itself. Born in a +village in southeastern England, he had emigrated with his +father, long since dead, to New York. Many other images +now intervened between himself and the one he was trying +to reconstruct, the dormant blur of red roofs and green +fields which was Edginden as he had last seen it. Gradually +the focus became clearer and he saw a valley and two intersecting +roads which wound their yellow lengths rapidly +away over the surrounding hills and disappeared. At their +intersection was a gray church steeple, a few shops clustered +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</span> +in two rows on the north-and-south road, some grey, +some yellow, some burnt red, a few timbered or brick +houses more openly spaced, then the fields beyond, with the +white wall or tiled gable of a farmhouse revealed through +the trees—old, old trees, sycamores, tall oaks, chestnuts in +full white bloom; he wondered what an Old Home Week +would be like in Edginden.</p> + +<p>He doubted that it would be a success. Very few of +Edginden’s sons went away. Those that did seldom came +back, never for the purpose of paying a tribute of sentiment +to their birthplace. Besides, there was little that Edginden +wanted, very little indeed. It grumbled extensively, but +seemed only in need of those things which Providence alone +could supply. He tried to picture himself returning to join +with other absent ones in receiving welcome and admiration, +in dispensing bounty of cheer and money. He found +that he could not even recall the faces of any absent ones, +or in fact of any one likely to be still alive. Of what +good——</p> + +<p>He went to the window. Over the roofs and spires of +New York he could see the Atlantic glittering in the setting +sun. A slim silvery object was moving rapidly out into the +bay, its ribbon of smoke settling slowly down on the unruffled +water behind it. He unconsciously put his hands +behind his back, in Napoleon fashion, and narrowed his +eyes. It was worth the trying, anyway, he decided; at least +he knew that nothing else would ease the new-born ache in +his heart.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>London pleased and puzzled him. It gave him an impression, +first, of vast size; through mile upon mile of +small brick houses, one just like the other, the train raced +to Waterloo Station—so many miles of repetition; he felt +as one does in a semi-dream, when time loses all proportion; +only his watch showed him that the row he was seeing at +any instant was an actual extension in space, not in his +imagination, of all the others he recalled seeing. The bustle +of the station, huge and ugly, the ceaseless, punctuated +buzz of queer vocal inflections that awoke old echoes, the +enormous taxicab, more like a private car, save for its dirt +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</span> +and decrepitude, and again rows of houses as like as peas. +It was endless—infinitely larger than New York, with its +variety and its immovable water boundaries. It was late +at night when he finished his dinner, and he was too tired to +leave the hotel for further investigation, but he fell asleep +with the curious reflection that all comparisons he had seen +or heard of between New York and London were the exact +reverse of the truth ... the latter was infinitely the greater +in its mass of teeming life, but rough, inchoate, not nearly +so finished as the former.</p> + +<p>Next day confirmed his impression. He sauntered about, +examining everything attentively, minutely, reconstructively, +he might have said, the while unconscious of the +curious glances he attracted; the broad black hat which he +affected intensified the peculiar inward concentration of his +eyes and enhanced the contrast with the youthful, indecisive +curve of the lips and jaw above the negligé collar and +flowing black tie. What opportunities to remake this +enormous London, to shape this formless monster’s endless +possibilities! The buildings seemed stunted, totally inadequate +to house the world-famous businesses whose clumsy +signs he saw on them. He found his London correspondents, +a firm of indisputable skill, importance and solvency, in a +side street, occupying a narrow house four storeys high, and +entered by a former servants’ doorway; its floors sagged, its +stairways creaked, and no amount of paint and electricity +could raise it to his conception of what was due to the +business it housed. After long search he stumbled by mere +chance on the offices of a periodical with which he annually +spent thousands, to find its affairs placidly going on in a +converted stable in an old courtyard. The narrow streets +offered, on a larger scale, the tangle of horse, vehicle and +pedestrian to be seen in any American farm town overcrowded +by market day. The electric signs of Piccadilly +Circus and Leicester Square which would have caused his +associates to guffaw, brought a frown to his forehead. So +many people, so much riches—and how carelessly employed.</p> + +<p>Before long he began to wish that he could start at the +beginning and put some system into this amiable, haphazard +metropolis. His desire was extremely practical. He +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</span> +knew it would not do to take the whole thing down and +build it up again on carefully planned lines. That would +be too expensive, and he was aware that there might be +prejudices against so drastic a proceeding. He merely +desired earnestly to use in a proper manner the material +now being so sinfully wasted. As an instance, one couldn’t +straighten the Thames, of course, useful as that might be; +but one could put to better purpose the many open spaces +of its bridge-heads to relieve their uninformative blackness +at night—although in this respect he saw immature efforts +at improvement. He wanted to knock out the dingy shop +windows that prevailed everywhere, even in the West End, +and replace them with something worthy of Fifth Avenue.</p> + +<p>Even outside the question of rebuilding, on small scale or +large, Powell was pained by the neglect of opportunities +that fairly shrieked at him for recognition and adoption. +To disregard them indicated either lack of vision in the +English, or downright sloth. Perhaps it was due to the +race’s well-known self-satisfaction. But what just a little +imagination could do. He recalled with what eagerness he +had undertaken the publicity for a New York restaurant +which boasted seventy-five years of active life. “The stock +which conquered the West and fought the Civil War found +sustenance at this historic hostelry. Lincoln ate here while +on his arduous campaign for the Presidency; it was Grant’s +first stopping place after being banquetted in all the palaces +of the world. Three-quarters of a century’s experience in +the polite art of entertaining ensures you those amenities +which, to the epicure, are <i lang="la">sine qua non</i> when dining out.” +And here almost hourly he saw restaurants scattered from +Richmond to the City whose weatherbeaten signs diffidently +proclaimed three hundred years of uninterrupted cookery. +What could they not boast of in the way of association, of +rich material for justifiable <i lang="fr">réclame</i>. Without doubt there +were still extant tables in those places under which Cromwell +and Wellington had put their boots, pegs on which +plumed Cavalier and stiff Puritan hats had hung side by +side. A complacent smile lingered for a moment as he +recalled how neatly he had effected the sale of Schindler, +the antique dealer’s, two colonial chairs, in which Clay +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</span> +and Webster were supposed to have sat while visiting a +famous Concord wit. <cite>The Seats of the Mighty</cite> was the neat +caption by which the attention of newspaper readers was +attracted to the photograph of the chairs convincingly occupied +by the shades of the departed statesmen, and within +twenty-four hours a millionaire had purchased them for ten +thousand dollars.</p> + +<p>He made profound calculations on the revenue Westminster +Abbey would derive from the proper dissemination +of facts regarding its peculiar relation to the nation’s great +dead; a quantity of judiciously prepared, wisely distributed +newspaper paragraphs illustrating in word and picture the +glory of <cite>The Fane of Fame</cite>, as he mentally entitled it, +would probably, in the course of ten years or so, enable it +to double its available space for coronations, etc. He wandered +about the Tower with a guide and a compatriot, and +received the latter’s cordial agreement to a suggestion that +a special ’bus line from Charing Cross would not only make +the great monument more accessible, but would soon pay +for itself if the vehicles were made in the form of tumbrils +(he was not quite sure whether sixteenth-century England +employed tumbrils, but that could be adjusted later), +and the driver and the conductor attired, say, as Walter +Raleigh and a headsman.</p> + +<p>He left Victoria Station in the morning, having purchased +half-a-dozen magazines to beguile the journey, but +as the train issued into open country, which he had previously +traversed in the dark, he forgot them in an unexpected +interest in the countryside. In a very few minutes he had +gained a more favourable impression of British advertising +capacities than a week in London had given him. The +signs were, indeed, fewer to the mile than in the best parts +of the United States, but they were undeniably on the increase. +From a professional point of view he found them +sufficiently large and colourful, and on the whole well designed +as regards employment of space. His only criticism +was directed at their literary weakness. Here, for instance, +was a blue background, a red and white tin, and the legend +“Buy Tucker’s Tinned Spinach—it saves Time.” The alliteration +was not bad, but the idea was primitive, an archaism +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</span> +in advertising. Here, a mile further along, was a merry +Roundhead in a green coat offering the passer-by a glass of +liquid with the words “I drank it in 1650—it’s even better +today.” That was all right to begin with, he thought, his +lips pursed like an infant’s in doubt, but more could be +made of it. He reflected a moment, and smiled happily to +himself as the vision of the board repainted flashed on him:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="verse indent0">We distilled our first whisky in 1650.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have averaged 10,000 cases a year since.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No customer of ours ever voted for Prohibition.</div> + </div> +</div> + +<p>It was only a rough sketch, but it pleased him, and he +looked forward to his mission with content.</p> + +<p>He arrived at Edginden before he was aware, and for a +moment looked about him in bewilderment. What had +been an adventurous descent forty years ago had passed +unnoticed in the railway carriage, and the little grey railroad +station failed to fit into the picture. He passed down +the stone platform, noticing coloured posters inviting one to +exotic south coast watering places he had never heard of, +engaged a lonely Ford and in a quarter of an hour found +himself at the Unicorn. As he stepped out of the car the +smoke of the railroad train was just fading into the trees at +the brow of the hill to the west. It vanished, and Edginden +seemed to appear from behind it unchanged from half-a-century +before. The Unicorn himself, imperceptibly +faded, was pawing with his forelegs one side of the shield-shaped +sign from the top of which his horn protruded. +Through the low curtained bow-window was still faintly +visible the portrait of a rubicund gentleman in wig and red +coat; the only sounds might have been echoes from the past—chickens +flapping their wings in a nearby yard, the +rumble of a distant cart, the creak and drip of water being +drawn from a well. Suddenly he heard a winnowing machine; +he lifted his head, detected a faint odour of petrol, +looked about inquiringly, and pushed the green door of +the inn.</p> + +<p>An ample, white-haired old lady gave him an unsmiling +welcome, ignored his request for a room with a bath, informed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</span> +him that dinner would be cold and served at half-past +seven, and disappeared. A red-faced maid, in black +calico dress and white apron immediately issued from +another door and led the way up a flight of narrow, steep +and noisy stairs. Her long legs moved so rapidly that his +short ones were unable to keep up, and he only found his +room by searching around until he perceived his black +patent leather bag on a bed almost as high as himself. The +maid had gone, but reappeared several moments later with +a pitcher of hot water, following her own knock so closely +that he had no time to recover the substantial portion of +his garments he had already removed.</p> + +<p>The window of his room gave on the hills; for a long +time he stood regarding their smooth rectangular patches +of emerald and bronze; his eye followed the road past +fence and house and barn to the purple of the crest; and a +feeling of forlornness came over him compared to which the +lonesomeness of the week in New York was vague and +feeble. It being due merely to the absence of people he +cared about, their return sooner or later would have made it +right. For this there was no cure; it came out of the essential +isolation in which all human beings live, that terrible +isolation against which men devise the most fantastic activities, +in order to avoid facing it. It was like his first illness +after his mother’s death, when his pains and fears seemed +to mean nothing to any one. He decided to go downstairs +and have a drink with the landlady.</p> + +<p>The latter had no objection to his drinking, but declined +to join him. The bar was empty, it being outside of hours. +He ordered a whisky and soda, and drank it slowly; he +detested the stuff and was a teetotaller on principle, but +lacked the courage to drink his favourite orange squash in +this environment. Besides he realised that the latter was +not an avenue to the sociability he craved.</p> + +<p>“Nice place you have here,” he began.</p> + +<p>“There’s worse,” she replied.</p> + +<p>Not being in a position to debate this he began afresh.</p> + +<p>“Do you get many Americans here?”</p> + +<p>“Some. Are you an American?”</p> + +<p>He warmed at this first indication of personal interest +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</span> +slight as it was. “Yes—that is, I live there. As a matter of +fact, I was born in England.”</p> + +<p>“Couldn’t tell it any more,” she commented, wiping up +the counter and significantly setting out a fresh glass. +“Which part?”</p> + +<p>He had braced himself for this moment. “Right here, in +Edginden,” he said, in the soft voice he reserved for the +announcement of his most startling projects.</p> + +<p>This time she was clearly interested. She scrutinised him +carefully and said, “It’s queer I don’t remember you. I +know everybody who has ever lived in these parts this sixty +years.”</p> + +<p>“My father was George Powell.”</p> + +<p>She reflected an instant. “I remember,” she finally declared. +“He was from Portsmouth and married Jacob +Gunn’s girl; the old man set them up in a shop there, but +it didn’t go and they came here to live on the farm. I +remember when you were born; you were only a little fellow +when your mother died and your father took you off to +America.” She mused a moment. “Just fancy, you being +Sarah Gunn’s boy.” In her abstraction she returned the +glass to its place on the shelf behind her.</p> + +<p>Thus was Powell welcomed home. In a general way his +reception elsewhere resembled Mrs. Unicorn’s (This being +the name by which he thought of the landlady). Those +that remembered him as a boy, like those that did not, +viewed him with curiosity as a tripper rather than as a son +come home. When he gave an impressive sum toward the +restoration of the church roof, which had for years bided +this event, relying meantime on the slender revenue derived +from the solicitation of a torn sheet of paper in the +vestibule, he received a formal letter of thanks from a committee +and a shy, grateful handshake from the rector, but +neither mentioned his sentimental reason for the act, nor +treated it as other than the gift of a whimsically-minded +rich man.</p> + +<p>The end of a week found him as far removed from the +end of his mission as if he had never come. By now he +had company to drink with him in the bar and most of the +natives greeted him in the street, pointing him out as +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</span> +the donor of the large sum toward the church’s restoration; +but any of this might have happened to any stranger. He +wanted to be there as of right, to be at home while he remained, +regretted as a departing son when he left. He +realized that thus far he had moved little towards that +happy goal. He had made no enduring impression; these +people were as far from understanding the warm impulse +he felt to pour out his energies in their behalf, to receive +their cordial assurance of mutual bond and kinship, as he +was from understanding how they found life permanently +tolerable without electric light, gas or bathtubs. He wanted +earnestly to plant some seed which would not only blossom +into a thing of utility and beauty for Edginden, but would +in its very nature prove to succeeding generations of its +children that only one of themselves could have conceived +the idea of it.</p> + +<p>Numerous tentative projects floated through his brain, +but the most favoured children of his imagination all +seemed ill-suited to his purpose. The best, the only gift +worthy of the name was the power of growth, and he could +see no possibility of expansion in Edginden. He might set +on foot tactfully a wide publicity campaign to set forth +the unique advantages of the place, but he frankly doubted +that it had any. There was no manufacturing, and no logical +reason why any enterprising manufacturer should choose +it for a site. He was reasonably certain that it would not, +unlike the thriving small towns of America, buy up tracts +of land and offer them gratis as an inducement. Nor could +he conceive that the local squire, a stentorian fox-hunting +giant who owned the land at both ends of the village, would +sanction the placing of signboards, no matter how artistic, +and for no matter what public purpose, in his domain. He +was sure that these people wanted their town to grow, that +was only human. But how to achieve it, how to overcome +their dimly perceived prejudices and make them all pull +together toward this end, for that he was beginning to despair +of finding a solution.</p> + +<p>Then, one day, he unexpectedly found it. He was passing +Roger Martin’s shop and decided to drop in. Martin +was his most intimate acquaintance in Edginden. Each +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</span> +vaguely remembered the other as a boyhood playmate, and +each had a dislike of whisky, which drew them together in a +corner of the Unicorn’s cosy pub. Martin had an unlimited +curiosity about the New World, and Powell a tireless +pleasure in gratifying it.</p> + +<p>The shop, in a more pretentious locality, would have been +called an antique shop. Here it served a more humble and +daily need; though filled with quantities of old vases, pots, +bowls, urns, cups and other household articles in copper, +pewter and brass, with a fair sprinkling of old chairs, tables +and chests in oak and walnut, its chief business was to +supply Edginden homes, and particularly its kitchens, with +the commonplace utensils necessary for containing and +cooking. The sale of old things was subordinate to their +mending, and to the making of new things.</p> + +<p>Powell enjoyed watching almost any form of human +activity, and found his place in Martin’s old wing armchair +soothing; it was where he always sat while exchanging +sentences with the latter between the agreeable strokes of +hammer on copper. The place was silent, however, as he +entered, and its owner was standing by his work-table, +which was pushed against the rear windows of the shop, +overlooking a tiny walled garden now abloom with red +tulips and purple iris. Martin was a little man, smaller +even than Powell; his grey hair was thin at the top, but +thick, crisp and curly over his neck and ears; his distinguishing +features were red, wrinkled cheeks which dimpled +when he smiled, merry twinkling eyes, a disorderly white +and black moustache, and prominent upper teeth. At the +moment he was attentively examining a bronze vase, in the +form of a cylinder imposed on the flattened top of a sphere. +He nodded over his shoulder to his visitor.</p> + +<p>“This has just come over from your country,” he said. +“A lady who passed this way once and bought some of my +things sent it to me from San Francisco to see if I could +copy it. She wants to make them both into lamps. Isn’t +it a beauty?” He lovingly fingered the dull patine of the +bronze, lifting it in both hands.</p> + +<p>Powell was impressed by something else, however. So +this little fellow had a clientele extending to San Francisco. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</span> +Strange. “Do you often sell things in America?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes,” responded the smith, still caressing the vase +“I’ve a number now to go to New York and Boston. There +are some of my things in India and Australia, too,” he +added proudly. “Hardly a month passes without my getting +an order from abroad.”</p> + +<p>Powell remained silent, thinking rapidly. So there was +an activity of Edginden with a fame beyond its confines. +These bits of brass and copper were known and desired by +folk living at the ends of the earth.</p> + +<p>“Why do you keep such a small shop?” he demanded +suddenly.</p> + +<p>Martin set the vase down; it gave the deep-toned ring of +the G string of a violin gently brushed in passing. “It’s +bigger than I need now,” he said, turning round in surprise.</p> + +<p>“But you could extend the business, couldn’t you? If +you already have customers in San Francisco and Sydney, +in New York and—” the alliteration failed him and he +hurried on, “Why man, you could make a big thing of +this.”</p> + +<p>Martin had before this failed to follow the American’s +mental flights; now he stood puzzled, his hands holding the +shoulder-straps of his long blue apron, his head on one side +like a sparrow’s, looking down on the other.</p> + +<p>“But all that doesn’t keep me and Jim busy full time.” +Jim, the assistant, was at this moment occupied in wheeling +a crying infant up and down the walk in front of the shop, +the while its mother was at the chemist’s two doors away. +“I’ve had more work outside of Edginden this year than +ever before, and I still have plenty of space and time to +spare.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, but listen, man!” Powell was in the full ecstasy +of sudden inspiration. He got up and walked over to the +other; his eyes seemed to come out of their shadowy retreat +and were flashing. “Don’t you see that if there is a +little demand for your stuff, you can make a big one? It +isn’t as if you were limited to this place. Put your wares +out into the world. Advertise! I’ll bet all I’ve got you can +triple your business in a year and make it a hundred times +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</span> +as big in three. People are going in for the old-fashioned +stuff. Why, I’ll do the job for you for nothing. I’ll make +your shop and Edginden famous. This is the chance I’ve +been looking for. Give me a free rein and Martin’s Brass +and Copper will be known wherever English is spoken, +and then some!” He was aflame with his vision. He saw +himself at last in his proper rôle, his ordained relation to +his native place.</p> + +<p>“But how?” persisted the bewildered little shopkeeper. +“If you just doubled the business it would be too big for +me; I couldn’t do the work.”</p> + +<p>“You wouldn’t have to,” snapped the other; then, lowering +his voice and putting his hand on the other’s shoulder, +continued, “Quantity production! That’s the answer. It’s +my function in the world to show people how to sell large +quantities of things. That’s efficiency, economy. It makes +more and better things, and everybody happier. We’ll +instal the proper equipment, and you will just watch and +see that the thing’s done right. We’ll put up a model +plant, get in outside labour—why man, can’t you see what +this will mean to you and your town?”</p> + +<p>But Martin’s troubled expression, instead of vanishing, +became more anxious. “I don’t think you can make these +things with machinery,” he explained plaintively, “I’ve +made most of the metal utensils in the village myself, but +sometimes they buy them outside, and very soon they are +brought in for repair. Most often they are not worth the +trouble. They are like that table in the garden—when +Jim came to help me we were too busy to make one for him, +so I had that one sent down from London. It’s no good +after two years. You can see how the top is warped and +the legs have gone to pieces. This one I’m using my +grandfather made.”</p> + +<p>The American cogitated a moment. “I don’t see that,” +he affirmed presently. “Copper is copper, and brass is brass, +and if you get the right material and see that it’s made +right, you will have done your part of the job. You can +turn out the same designs a thousand times faster, and +give employment to a thousand more men. Can’t you see +the difference it will make? We’ll get the railroad to run +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</span> +right into the town instead of three miles off—why we’ll +put the place on the map!”</p> + +<p>Martin became of a sudden very serious. “I—I’m not +sure we want that. We had a hard time keeping the railroad +out of here in the first place, and I’m afraid we +couldn’t do with a lot of strangers. It would turn things +upside down. I’ve always done my best to please the +people here and I know what they like. And when I bought +a bed from Sam Greene or clothes from Bartlett or medicine +from Rollo Hines I knew they were giving me their +best, just what <em>I</em> wanted. We are sort of used to each +other and understand each other. I don’t think we should +get along so well if we had a lot of new people to deal +with.” He was apologetic, diffident, eager to explain his +position, but underneath, Powell felt, stubborn in his prejudices; +for the first time he began to be slightly exasperated. +Convinced not only of the worth of his intentions but of the +soundness of the plan that had taken hold of him, feeling +himself on the verge of bringing a great boon to Edginden, +he was annoyed at the other’s failure to fall into step with +him. He was already visualizing the miraculous, mushroom +growth with which he was familiar, for which he had often +been largely responsible, and the unlooked for opposition +dumbfounded him. He had often had difficulty in selling an +idea, in convincing people that they would get their money’s +worth; he had never as yet encountered, even remotely, +opposition to his underlying philosophy. It had never +occurred to him that men might look otherwise on expansion. +Martin, sweet of temper, and shy in manner, began +to symbolise an obtuse, almost sullen unresponsiveness in +the people he was so eager to serve. If only he could come +to some common ground, if he could argue against objections +he could understand. His hopes were being dashed to +pieces on a rock so unsubstantial that he could not even +see it.</p> + +<p>“But what would the world be like if everybody—” he +began, when the door opened and the proprietress of the +Unicorn joined them, her parade to the back of the shop +punctuated by the clatter of furniture and the toppling of +metal ware. The aisle was narrow and irregular, Mrs. Unicorn +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</span> +very wide and quite direct in her progress. She carried +in her hand a copper tea-kettle of unusual pattern, +the spout coming from the top of the kettle and issuing +through a large, graceful handle.</p> + +<p>She ignored Powell and addressed Martin directly.</p> + +<p>“Roger, that girl of mine has gone and smashed this kettle +against the stove,” she said, exhibiting a gash in the fair +copper surface. “Can you mend it?”</p> + +<p>He took it from her and examined it carefully. A pathetic +look of distress settled on his face. “I’ll try, +Miriam,” he observed finally, “I shall let you know if I +can’t.”</p> + +<p>“Well, do it as soon as you can, and don’t let it cost too +much,” she said pointedly, and took her departure.</p> + +<p>As soon as she was out of the door Powell laughed. +“Serve her right if you made her scrap this and sold her +another kettle,” he remarked, “she’s tight as a vice.”</p> + +<p>Martin did not reply for a moment. He continued to +examine the kettle, real pain showing in his eyes. He put +aside the vase from San Francisco, selecting some tools, lit +his brazier. Finally he said to his companion, “I hope I +can make this right. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever +turned out of this shop.” He turned back to his work.</p> + +<p>Powell’s smile faded. The three-coloured, full-page advertisement +he had been inwardly contemplating, which was +to blazon to the world “Edginden for Excellence—Martin’s +Metalware is as durable and beautiful as the English village +in which it was made” crumpled up and disappeared +as if it had been dropped into a large fire. He pondered +the other’s words a moment, noting keenly at the same +time how he fondled the injured utensil. An expression of +understanding crept slowly over his face, and he stole out +softly without disturbing the absorbed craftsman.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_17_17" href="#FNanchor_17_17" class="label">[17]</a> Copyright, 1926, by Milton Waldman.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">FIRE AND WATER</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="FIRE_AND_WATER18"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +FIRE AND WATER</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_18_18" href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By GLENWAY WESCOTT + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>Collier’s Weekly</cite>) +</p> + +<h4><abbr title="One">I</abbr></h4> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> sky rolled from side to side like an animal in pain, +outstretched on the soft, saturated trees. Now and +again there was a groan of thunder, and lightning flickered +with a glitter of enormous eyes, rolling in their sockets.</p> + +<p>I was driving back to my father’s farm from the village. +The downpour beat on the buggy-top, splashing to the +ground and spattering the rubber laprobe. I disliked the +smell of the wet harness leather and the sweating horse, +wishing to enjoy the sour fragrance of the vegetation half-floating, +half-rooted, in the fields. The lantern hanging +from the dashboard hollowed out a space in the darkness +into which the rain poured as bright as tin.</p> + +<p>As I crossed a small bridge the lantern-light fell for a +moment on the dripping hat and red face of a man who was +leaning against the cement rampart. It was a neighbor +named George Stearns. Should I have stopped to give him +a lift? He was less than half a mile from home; he would +be drunk and troublesome, furthermore I should have had +to wake his wife and daughter, while he alone would roll +quietly into the hay-mow.</p> + +<p>It was his custom to return from the village in this condition +three or four nights in the week, always on foot, +since his daughter Amelia would not let him take the horse. +His drunkenness was proverbial, and every one who used +that road had seen him stumbling through the underbrush, +collapsing backwards into a ditch, or drawn up patiently +out of the way of hoofs and wheels. Weather meant nothing +to him; he dug his way through the drifts, lay in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</span> +mud, lurched into cold creeks, but always got home. He +was well liked by his neighbors, who took a certain pleasure +in pardoning a manly weakness, and praised his good +nature whenever his bad habit was mentioned. One +autumn, having swigged too frequently from a bottle behind +a beam in the wagon-shed, he dropped his pitch-fork +into the hopper of a threshing-machine, spoiling the blades +which cut the twine; but after the owner had cursed and +threatened, he was not even forced to pay for the damage.</p> + +<p>As I passed the lamp rolled low, which Amelia always +left in a window to guide her father, I remembered a story +I had heard, how at the age of eight George had disappeared +for a night and most of a day. His family had +lowered a lantern into the well, and shouted in the woods +around the sugar-bush, thinking of wild cats and wolves, +which still came out of the deep forests from time to time +to carry off lambs and ravish the chicken coops. His +hysterical mother peered into the bear’s pen, half-expecting +to see strips of clothing on the ground and blood on the +animal’s tusks. The whole countryside was aroused. At +last, after a mournful meal, his father had gone into the +basement with a candle and a pitcher to bring up cider, and +found the boy, drunk beside a barrel.</p> + +<p>I thought then how one came to know people by the +accumulation of glimpses; the sight of George, wet and +drunk on the little bridge, a moment too fleeting even to +speak to him; and after that his solitude and my solitude, +in which my memory assembled other casual words and +brief encounters. In that country I met my neighbors +chiefly on the road. Thickets and piles of brushwood, the +gravel, the puddles, the barbed-wire fences, the hitching-posts, +and the piazzas, filled the corners of every picture of +their lives. A one-horse vehicle brought me near them, like +the field-glasses with which a naturalist detects a bird in a +tree, though its plumage is the color of the tree. All my +relations with George Stearns and his family, for example, +were of this kind: the talk of one of them and myself in a +buggy, or between one in a buggy and one standing beside +the wheel or on a porch; the look of one of them in a barnyard +or a field.... +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</span></p> + +<p>Thus about the nucleus of George’s face in the rainstorm, +previous impressions gathered, later images and later conversations +were to gather, rounding out a pointless history. +Recollections of similar men’s lives served as intuition into +his life, so that, as I turned in at my father’s gate, I could +see him behind me in the darkness, blustering and hiccoughing, +slipping down in the flooded grass, I could hear +his obstinate sighs in the wind as it pulled the clouds away.</p> + +<p>His eighty-acre farm was a miserable piece of property. +Gashed with gullies, the fields of red clay sloped acutely +above the house and barn, which were almost hidden in the +edge of a swamp. A lake lay like an immense ditch in the +center of this swamp, and into it the rains carried the topsoil +from increasingly arid fields. George’s father had +understood the weakness of his farm, and had kept the +upper acres in sod-crops, filled the gullies with stone, +planted clover to nourish the soil, rotted the grain-straw +in the barnyard, and carted it with manure into the fields. +But George preferred to forget these hard expedients, and +the farm became, as it were, a portrait of himself. He +planted only a little oats for the horse, a little corn for the +cattle. The fences tottered and fell under loads of woodbine +and wild grapes. In great pastures full of thistles +two or three sharp-hipped cows gnawed the june-grass that +grew between the stones.</p> + +<p>George hired out by the day to his more ambitious neighbors. +He was satisfied with this way of life; to move from +farm to farm without responsibility, to work without haste +or worry, to spend his earnings and his leisure in a saloon. +The lot of his wife and daughter was not so agreeable. +They lived like a pair of domestic animals in a pen: coarse +trees on three sides, the tantalizing road on the other; no +variety of duty or scene, no entertainment, no plans, nothing +to expect. Inevitably their poverty would pinch closer +and closer, and they were bound to a man who was happy +and didn’t care.</p> + +<p>At first Amelia seemed to bear it better than her mother. +As a tall, wry-faced girl Mrs. Stearns, having been assured +by her brothers that she need not expect to be courted for +her looks, had married George to avoid becoming an old +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</span> +maid. George’s mother had suggested that he might settle +down when he married, and she had to take the risk. The +little house like a dry-goods box had seemed, in those days, +a respectable home; but other people’s prosperity had built +all around it, to its shame, incomparable mansions with +turrets, lightning-rods, and picketting around the chimneys, +incomparable hip-roofed barns with the name of the owner +stencilled under crossed flags; and George’s house had deteriorated +with his land and himself. Mrs. Stearns fretted +less at her husband’s shortcomings than at the looks of the +place.</p> + +<p>“Everything’s goin’ to pieces,” I heard her complain one +day. “It’s the worst lookin’ place in the county. Look at +that broke rig with the weeds growin’ through the wheels. +The tools all out gettin’ rusted. I’ll be switched if the +mare don’t look mangy!”</p> + +<p>“Oh stop it, Ma!” Amelia muttered. “I’m tired of that +kind of talk!”</p> + +<p>“Nobody goes by on the road,” her mother went on, +“nothin’ to see, nothin’ to do. And me sick. Your pa gets +the best of it, he gets out among folks. We women don’t +get no further’n you could throw a stone.”</p> + +<p>Amelia marched across from the sink, her round shoulders +raised, shaking her dish-towel angrily. “Who’s to +blame for this God-awful marsh? What’s the good of +whimperin’? Who’s to blame, I ast you? Better go to +bed, Ma, and rest.”</p> + +<p>When the girl went out to do her milking, the sick woman +shuffled off to bed. If it rained she tossed back and forth +on her bed, kept awake by the water which gushed in all +the gullies, washing the best of their land down to the lake. +The temporary rivers gurgled and grew thick, without +foam, and ended as suddenly as they had begun. It seemed +that soon there would be nothing but rocks between the +fences.</p> + +<p>Amelia was a short, flat-chested girl with muscular arms +and extremely wide hips. Her chapped and freckled skin +seemed to have been drawn tightly over the bones of her +face—over the long nose, the cheek-bones exactly in the +center of her cheeks, the receding but stubborn chin—a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</span> +face in which were combined poor health and great strength. +Her eyelids fluttered so much that one could not remember +the eyes, and her thin lips pouted habitually.</p> + +<p>She did all the work, had always done it. As a child she +went to school only during the winter months, and ceased +altogether at fourteen when the school inspector could not +force her to go. She kept the house decently clean, baked, +churned butter, made her own clothes, and nursed her +increasingly bed-ridden mother. Then there were the +chores: she gave the cattle frozen corn-fodder to supplement +the straw which they ate from the stack, milked them, and +took the can to the cheese factory, and pumped from the +stinking vat her share of whey for the pigs. I had seen her +staggering down ditches which she had shovelled in the +snow drifts, her long arms almost pulled from their sockets +by the slopping pails of swill, or stooping over the smoke +from a kettle-shaped stove which melted the ice in the +water-trough. At butchering time she worked elbow to +elbow with the men, scraping the bristles from the carcass +soused in boiling water, and she alone cut up the pigs, +rubbed and smoked the bacon, and ground the sausage. +She watched over the old sows when they farrowed, sometimes +far into the night, lest they eat their young. Her +last duty was to turn down the lamp in the kitchen window +where her father could see it as he stumbled up the +road.</p> + +<p>In October I was driving to the village before dawn to +meet a cousin at the station. An odor, iced and musky, +came out of the woods. The dewy red leaves looked +swollen, and the thickets very large with mist. My horse +was willing, and I enjoyed the road, pointed like a rod into +distant hollows and forests or lifted up to pierce the sky, +feeling an absolute solitude. But when I came near the +Stearns farm I saw some one waiting for me. It was +Amelia, and she waved, and when I stopped, gripped the +wheel with her red hands and stared at me, her face very +sharp as if whittled away.</p> + +<p>“Gerson, won’t you stop and look at my pa. He’s sick. +I’m scared—scared to wake him up.”</p> + +<p>I followed her—not into the house, to my surprise—but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</span> +into the barn, where the light fell with a feeble quiver from +the two peepholes and innumerable cracks. Amelia pointed +into the nearly empty hay-mow, where I saw first a pair of +heavy boots, smeared with mud, the toes turned sharply +outward, and beyond them George’s face, enormous, crimson, +and disdainful, with hay in his hair and several stalks +in his moustache.</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry, Amelia. He’s dead.”</p> + +<p>“Oh Lord ... I thought so.”</p> + +<p>“Is there anything I can do? Shall I tell anybody?”</p> + +<p>“Well you can stop and tell Mrs. Bemis. You’re goin’ to +the village? Tell an undertaker to come, the cheapest +one.”</p> + +<p>“Is that all?” I repeated, shocked by her perfunctory +courage.</p> + +<p>“Yeah, that’s all.” She sighed. “I got to wake up +mother and tell her.”</p> + +<p>Four months later she married a man named Nick +Richter. Her mother expressed a peevish gratification: +“Amelia couldn’t stand it, bein’ alone. I ain’t much company +no more.” She grew weaker, and kept her newly +married daughter at her bedside all that winter, exercising +a tyranny with her eyes when she could not speak, and +they buried her in April.</p> + +<p>There was a large funeral, for during the six months +by which she had survived her husband, the community +had decided that she was a martyr to his drunken shiftlessness. +Amelia asked my father and me to bring two teams +to take people from the house to the cemetery, and she herself +rode in my father’s carriage with her only living uncle, +his wife, and another relative. But after the service she +separated herself from her family and climbed into the +front seat beside me, looking very tired, her face tight and +yellow, her mouth twitching as if with anger.</p> + +<p>“I couldn’t stand those sneaky women another minute. +My Aunt Cynthy and Mrs. Smart, the old hens. They +think I don’t show a proper feeling. They’ll start again’s +soon as we get home, but I might’s well have a rest, I guess.”</p> + +<p>“Good idea,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Of course I’ll miss her and she was always good to me,” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</span> +she added timidly, as if to please me, and buried her pale +nose in a handkerchief.</p> + +<p>To change the subject I asked, “Are you and Nick +going to stay at the farm?”</p> + +<p>“I s’pose so.”</p> + +<p>“I thought you might try something else. The land isn’t +much good, is it?”</p> + +<p>“No good at all. Worn out, sandy—stones and ditches. +It’s gettin’ now so’s it won’t raise grass—never was manured +any. And the fences are all down. God, I hate it!”</p> + +<p>I asked why.</p> + +<p>“Well, not just because it’s poor farmin’. I don’ know—the +woods maybe, those rotten trees so close. It’s no way +to live; you see ’em all day and hear ’em all night. When +I was a kid I used to be scared our house would slide +into the lake. Was you ever down there? It just shows +you what it’s always been like. If you fell in, you’d have +some chance—but if you was always in....”</p> + +<p>Her voice weakened to a loud whisper. “You need some +excitement. I never went nowhere, never saw nothin’—had +to work. I guess you wouldn’t have the nerve to get out of +a dead hole like that if you knew you got to come back. +That’s why I never went to dances. I guess you’d jump +into the lake for good—when you got home I mean.”</p> + +<p>I felt uncomfortable. “Why don’t you sell the whole +outfit and rent a house near town. Nick could make as +much by the day as he does here.”</p> + +<p>She did not seem to listen. “And it’s so awful still,” she +muttered. “My God. It’s so still you can hear the slime +dripping in the well.”</p> + +<p>I renewed my encouragement. “Sell it and go to town. +Nick could make two or three dollars a day. Don’t try to +stick it out another year. Give yourself a chance. Have +an auction,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Oh Lord,” she cried. “Sell all that junk? It wouldn’t +bring thirty cents. Spread all that rubbish round the yard +for a lot of old women to pick over? I should say not.”</p> + +<p>“Well, do something then,” I said impatiently. We were +in sight of the house.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I couldn’t,” Amelia moaned. “I couldn’t go off +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</span> +and leave that house—everything the way it’s always been. +It’d be like leaving one of them, Ma or Pa, like not burying +them,” she said.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>Nick Richter had married to improve his position. His +father, a blacksmith, having speculated in Texas oil, had +been forced, just before he died, to sell his house, his shop, +and every hammer and horseshoe. Nick disliked his father’s +trade, and drifted in a radius of ten miles around the village, +working by the day, week, or month, at odd jobs. He +bought a horse and buggy when he could afford to, selling +them if he lost his job, and looked for a wife at every Saturday +and Sunday night dance for several years. But he +danced with his jaw, his neck, and his elbows, and the boisterous +girls merely laughed at him, so these entertainments +left him lonely and discouraged.</p> + +<p>The lake in the swamp below the Stearns house contained +pickerel and black bass, which George had been too +law-abiding as well as too lazy to exterminate with nets. +Since the owner was a bed-ridden widow in Milwaukee, he +was its virtual proprietor, and rented his flat-bottomed +rowboat two or three times a week. Nick drove up before +the barn one Sunday morning, two bamboo poles wagging +behind his buggy, and Amelia showed him where to tie his +horse and brought the heavy oars from the shed.</p> + +<p>He was soon recognized as her beau. George had always +puttered about the sheds on Sunday, and Amelia, leaving +her chores to him, claimed her first regular holiday. They +went to picnics, and drove from village to village, stopping +at the saloons for soda and beer, and sat very late on the +back porch. Sometimes they went to the lake to fish or +pretend to fish.</p> + +<p>I saw them there one morning just before George died, as +I walked through the swamp on an old corduroy road. +From the tall maples leaves floated to the ground like a +harvest of ghostly oranges. Through a clearing I could +see the murky hills, and when I approached the lake, the +water glimmered between the boughs in mother-of-pearl +strips. From the tottering boat-house a muddy channel +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</span> +led out through the reeds to a cup-shaped harbor, separated +from the deep water by a sand bar. In this quiet place a +few lilies grew, the yellow thrusting their closed, hard +heads above the surface, the white spreading tufts of +petals like miniature swans.</p> + +<p>Here the boat was at rest, the oars hanging from the +oarlocks. I stood on the shore for several minutes, unobserved, +and then turned back into the woods. Nick crouched +in the bottom of the boat, half-hidden, and Amelia, sitting +on the broad back seat, held his head in her lap. Upon her +face there was a vague, pale look of ecstasy, an ecstasy of +possession without confidence and without hope.</p> + +<p>There followed George’s death, their hasty marriage, the +mother’s illness and death. By spring Nick must have recognized +the sterility of the farm, for he put in only the +patch of oats and the patch of corn, ploughed up the garden +for Amelia, and began to hire out to his neighbors as George +had done. He was a good worker in his sour, muttering +way, his shoulders bent forward like the wings of a large +hawk, his gaunt wrists extended stiffly. Perhaps his marriage +was a disappointment; certainly he failed to feel the +security of a man of property, the serenity of a married man, +of which he may have dreamed. Perhaps he had been contaminated +by Amelia’s discontent. Perhaps he was afraid +of her: a weak swimmer who had ventured into what looked +like a stagnant pool, to find himself in the embrace of a +profound, indomitable current.</p> + +<p>Early in the next harvest I stopped one afternoon to ask +Amelia if Nick could help my father any day that week. +The horizon was wrinkled with heat waves, the zenith as +dark as a sea, and one never ceased to hear the growling of +binders. In all the reaped fields the stubble was spotted +with bindweed like drops of blood. As I turned down +toward the swamp I observed the poverty of the fields +there, the exhausted soil gaping through the grass, the thin +stand of grain, the great parched gullies, the bogs where +the birds shouted over the ripe weeds. The trees slept in +the sunshine: not a leaf swayed, but sometimes one feathered +prematurely to the ground.</p> + +<p>My mare trotted in at Amelia’s gate under the poplars +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</span> +full of blackbirds. In the semicircle of forest the little +house squatted, staring blindly from its windows. The +sheds leaned against the barn. A sick dove staggered over +the rocks by the water-trough. A little way from the +kitchen door, some shirts and stockings and cotton sheets +hung on a line stretched between two posts.</p> + +<p>“Hello!” I shouted. No answer. “Amelia!” An echo, +small and soft, came back from the woods: “<em>Amee-lia!</em>” I +jumped out of the buggy and went up the steps, certain +that if she had gone to town she would have taken in the +washing. The kitchen smelled of boot-leather, manure, +soft soap, and cooking, and there was another odor which +I identified as that of moth-balls.</p> + +<p>Could she be asleep? The pendulum of the clock creaked +monotonously. I stepped inside and called again. The +breakfast dishes lay in and around a dishpan of cold water, +and the fire in the range was only a handful of pink coals. +I felt the embarrassment of an empty house. Deciding +that she had gone to the woods for blackberries, I drove +away.</p> + +<p>As I passed one of the farms owned by a man named +Beacon, I saw him sitting on the lawn, a pitcher of water +beside him, fanning his brick-red face with a newspaper. +In hot weather he left the heavy work to his sons, since +he weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds. He +beckoned to me and came down, wheezing and ponderous, +to the road. “As you went by Stearns’,” he asked, with the +worried frown of a man who has a larger harvest than he +can handle, “did you see anything of Nick?”</p> + +<p>I shouted because he was deaf. “No, Mr. Beacon. I +stopped at the house, but there wasn’t anybody there.”</p> + +<p>“Whew,” he sighed. “Nobody there. Queer. Nick’s +been helpin’ us out, and he hain’t showed up today. He +al’ays sends word. I thought he must’a been sick.”</p> + +<p>“It is funny,” I admitted. “Amelia wasn’t there either.”</p> + +<p>“Well, it’s a new wrinkle for Nick,” he concluded mournfully.</p> + +<p>I intended to stop at Amelia’s again, but as I came back +from the village I detected in the air a faint bitterness of +smoke—so faint at first that I thought it had drifted down +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</span> +from a forest fire in the north. When I came to the top of +a hill I saw it, hanging in a black mushroom over the +swamp. I touched the mare with my whip and rattled into +the alley, where the smoke was thick and steady and the +color of wheat-chaff, blowing slowly overhead.</p> + +<p>It was the Stearns house. Through a hole in the roof a +great draught lifted the flame as if in a chimney. The yard +was full of men, whose faces in the ruddy light were strange +and glistening. Sweat dripped on their blue shirts. They +were fighting the fire eagerly and with some skill; already +they had chopped away the flaming porch. Three men in +turn worked the handle of the coughing, spurting pump, +and bucket after bucket of water was passed from hand to +hand and emptied.</p> + +<p>I saw immediately that Amelia and Nick were not there. +Some buggies and an auto had stopped along the road, and +several women looked on with interest, their summer dresses +and parasols lending to the catastrophe an air of picnic. +Among the spectators, but near enough to make his orders +heard above the crackle and roar of the fire, the shouts, the +axes, the creak of the pump handle, old Beacon was enthroned +on a dry-goods box.</p> + +<p>“Well my boy,” he demanded, “what d’you think of this? +Did they have any insurance?” He smiled wickedly.</p> + +<p>Indignant at his suspicion, I tried to offer some explanation, +to remember some clue. Then I shouted into his ear, +“They hadn’t any insurance. I remember. Amelia asked +father about it, and he told her not to bother, but to sell +out when she had a chance.”</p> + +<p>A look of perplexity, even of disappointment, passed +across old Beacon’s face, that resembled a great, sagacious +beet. He swelled his cheeks and blew wearily. “Well, I’ll +be damned, anyway,” he said.</p> + +<p>The roof fell, splitting like paper, and after that the fire +diminished. The floor sent up smoke and steam, but no +more flame. The kitchen stove crashed through the charred +boards into the cellar.</p> + +<p>“But I don’ know what these men are burstin’ themselves +for at this job,” the old man said. “Looks to me like +nobody’s goin’ to thank ’em for it. The mare and the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</span> +cart’re gone.” He settled his damp cheeks in the folds of +his neck.</p> + +<p>“Oh,” I shouted half-heartedly, “I guess they’ve gone to +town. They’ll be back, poor devils.”</p> + +<p>“But I knew better.” My eyes had rested on the clothesline; +the washing which had hung there was gone, and on +the ground beneath in an uneven row the clothespins lay. +I remembered the harmless dying coals in the range. I +remembered the unwashed dishes and the odor of mothballs. +I remembered what Amelia had said the day her +mother was buried: “I couldn’t go off and leave that house—everything +the way it’s always been.”</p> + +<p>Had they been in the house? Had they heard me call? +Had they been hiding there, in the other rooms or behind +a door?</p> + +<p>The fire left a ruin shaped like a charred pot. The men +drew off—wet, black, tired, and puzzled—washed their faces +at the pump and rolled down their sleeves. The horses +were untied, every one piled into one vehicle or another, and +they drove away shouting; but those who spoke of the +cause of the fire did so in pairs, very quietly.</p> + +<p>From the charred and broken house the smoke went up +straight to the sky. Now it was as soft as wool, now like a +tower or shell. It widened over the swamp, casting a +shadow upon the lake, and persisted until dusk with an +even, melancholy trembling.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>Years afterward, while I was stopping for a few days in +a town in the western part of the State, a carnival set up its +tents in a dance-hall park between the river and the tracks. +I saw a van or two come down the main street, the horses’ +fetlocks stirring up dust in clouds which settled on their +sweaty backs and on the faces of the man with his cheeks +full of tobacco and the hatchet-faced woman who sat on the +packing cases and rolls of canvas. That night two of the +vagrants appeared at the boarding-house table where I took +my meals. The shuttered dining room smelled like a potato +cellar where the sprouts have nosed their way upward +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</span> +and the scabby tubers have rotted for months, and when +the landlady trotted out of the kitchen and set down platters +of meat in slabs as large as her hand, the regular +boarders looked with sick faces at their plates and at one +another.</p> + +<p>But the theatrical ladies ate with the silent heartiness of +women paid to eat in a shop window as an advertisement +of whatever they ate. Chemises of shadow lace showed +through georgette shirtwaists, making their bodies look embossed +with garlands and butterflies. Under mats of blondined +hair fastened with rhinestone pins, their faces had an +identical appearance of porcelain, the hard eyes surrounded +by pencilled lashes and eyebrows, spots of orange rouge +exactly between the nose and the ear. Their nails cut in +triangles shone like celluloid. Grasping the knives and +forks vigorously, their eyes unfocussed, their red mouths in +motion, they ate the fat meat to the last drop of gravy, the +soggy pie to the last crumb.</p> + +<p>The next afternoon I crossed the iron footbridge with an +aimless curiosity, into the Grove. The river was only a +trickle from puddle to puddle and gave off an odor similar +to that of cucumbers, and the reflections of narrow, green +and yellow leaves upon its surface were like the footprints +of innumerable birds on a flat of mud.</p> + +<p>Five great wagons and a mud-caked Ford were drawn up +along the river. The horses grazed in an adjoining meadow, +the sweat dried in flakes on their backs, switching at the +flies and never lifting their heads to look at the noisy camp, +unfolded from the loads which they had drawn.</p> + +<p>In the center, like a fat woman pirouetting, the merry-go-round +revolved laboriously. The mincing legs of its +horses kicked out behind, their foamless lips were parted, +and a pair of crimson tigers drew a chariot for those too +timid or too large to go astride. The power which set the +minute stallions and sky-blue bears gradually rocking and +circling came from a steam engine like a short-necked bottle, +whose whistle preceded the slapping and squeaking of the +leather belts and the outburst of shrill tunes from the calliope, +when all the passengers, mostly children, had been +hoisted and set upright in the saddles. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</span></p> + +<p>A crowd of untidy women and shouting boys filled the +alley between the tents. The refreshment booth, a great +umbrella of canvas enclosed by planks laid from barrel to +barrel, did a brisk business in ice-cream cones, in tepid +drinks, in hot dogs and patties of ground meat stewing on +a black griddle. A young man whose hair hung down in +shoestrings and a plump woman with brown pouches beneath +her eyes ran from side to side shouting, “What’s +yours?” and “Don’t push plee-ase,” storing the nickels and +dimes in a cash-register drawer which opened and shut +with a grating noise.</p> + +<p>Next to it stood a “hit-the-nigger-baby” establishment—a +hierarchy of dolls, and a pile of baseballs with which to +knock them down, and a display of bad cigars and felt +pillow-covers for prizes. Though it was Saturday afternoon +few men were there to patronize it, for those who had +worked all morning in the heat naturally preferred to lie +on couches indoors, with newspapers over their faces.</p> + +<p>The showmen’s cheeks drooped with disillusionment and +fatigue. Business was not good; business was never good, +or never good enough. It was a hard life: shouting, luring, +browbeating, laughing, and singing—eating the poorest +food, counting the smallest coins, packing the tents, frayed +finery, nigger-dolls, fangless rattlesnakes, and petrified Belgian +babies; the boss and his wife going ahead in the Ford +to rent the next park, the rest following slowly after the +strong-smelling horses. They must have learned, the youngest +Carnival Queen and the newest freak, that romance is +for those who see, never for those who do, and underpaid as +a profession.</p> + +<p>I stopped to look at a picture of the dope-fiend, a moon-colored +young man with scaly, presumably allegorical beasts +nestling against his ribs. Hanging beside it were posters +of Jocko, the Baboon-Man, who spoke the monkey language +and ate raw meat, a snake charmer among her serpents +which stood up in spirals as thick as trees, and the +Fat Woman, a belted, brooched, and corsetted feather-bed, +with oval fingers scarcely meeting across her tremendous +chest. A nervous little man, who looked as if he might at +any moment burst into tears, was lecturing a dozen people. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</span> +I was not tempted by his promises, for I could hear the +tremolo of the young man who would say, “Cigarette smoking +has made me what I am today,” and the charmer crooning +perfunctorily to her sick snakes; I could smell his +ether and her toilet-water. I had seen a Wild Man from +Java or Borneo or somewhere else who tore off the heads +of live, squawking hens with his teeth and sucked their +blood, and felt sure that this poor tent had nothing so sensational +to offer.</p> + +<p>The leaves of the maples, pockmarked and bleached by a +common blight, loosened and glided through the windless +air, the calliope played, the barkers grew hoarse, several +babies cried. I went on to the next tent, labelled in great +letters <span class="smcap">Gay Paree</span>, joining the crowd which gathered to +see a free show before the performance.</p> + +<p>Three women and a negro stood on a platform like a +large bench. The women wore diaphanous slips, all beads +and fringe, which did not cover a row of pink and green +legs, two of which were crooked and four very fat. I recognized +the ladies of the boarding house. They stared at the +crowd with the solemnity of caged animals, apparently trying +to look voluptuous on the couchless, cushionless boards. +One of them pulled her blouse away from her body and +stared avidly inside it. The negro who stood sleepily beside +them crouched now and began to pipe, drearily and loud, +on a sort of flute. The women stiffened, their lips parted, +the pupils of their eyes grew large and cold. Three arms +were lifted, and all their bodies throbbed, paused, and +throbbed again. Then each one curved her waist extremely, +first to the right side, then to the left, and each seemed to +spring upward and relax like a bow from which an arrow +has been shot. Three shrill cries and a tapping of the +negro’s foot marked the beat.</p> + +<p>During the dance a woman came out of the tent behind +the performers and sat down in the ticket-box. It was +Amelia.</p> + +<p>I was shocked and amazed. Seven years had passed. And +the pair had vanished like a rock, not thrown, but laid in a +pond. No one had suspected their intention, and after they +went, their neighbors wondered why rather than where they +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</span> +had gone. The police could have traced them, but why +should they have been traced? The farm, which was heavily +mortgaged, went to a real estate agent who came out +from time to time to stare at the ruin and to stamp over +the miserable fields, not knowing what to do with them. +Seven years ago.... Doubtless some one found out what +had become of them, but I had been away from home for +years and had never heard.</p> + +<p>Amelia had changed more than I, and at first I was +afraid she would give me a wild welcome—to what? The +tent was all she had. But in a few moments I began to +doubt if she would have recognized her own father. She +sat there above me like a figure in a jack-in-the-box, took +out a roll of tickets like a pulley-wheel, and counted the +change in a box. Her small eyes drifted heedlessly from +dull face to dull face: so many strangers, so many fools, so +many tickets to be sold! She had forgotten me, forgotten +above all what I remembered.</p> + +<p>She was grotesquely fat. Her narrow lips had been +pressed together by rectangular cheeks, there were deep +crevices at her wrists, and the sharp chin was lost in a succession +of double chins gathered into a tight necklace of +amber beads as large as cherries. Her hair was drawn up +in a pompadour over a visible brown rat, her purple velvet +dress had worn leathery at the elbows. But it was evident, +by the way she sat in that booth like a pulpit, that all this +meant progress and prosperity. Every distortion of her +face, every aggrandizement of her body proclaimed her contentment. +Soothed by movement and noise, gorged by excitement, +the girl who had resembled years ago a wistful +rat, was satisfied.</p> + +<p>I looked about for Nick, and his appearance between the +flaps, coat-tails first, as he argued with some one inside the +tent, silenced the music and arrested the dancing. He came +forward and began to harangue the onlookers and to shake +his large fists, straining the frock-coat which was buttoned +too tightly over his chest. He had not changed, unless +exaggeration be a change: his glance was still hurt and +ominous, and there was the suggestion of a curse in the +tone of his voice. It was plain that the carnival had not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</span> +been his salvation. Amelia did not look at him but nevertheless +she seemed, in her fulfillment, to mock his angry +hands, the furtive hope of his eyes, his mastiff-jaw that +would never dare to snap.</p> + +<p>“You have here, ladies and gentlemen,” he continued, +smiling wanly, “the flower of Oriental art. It is no singing +and dancing for children. There are things about it they +would not appreciate. All these famous performers have +appeared in Paris. The French do not relish tame entertainments. +They like it hot, they like it strong. You have +seen their free preliminary dance. It is only a sample of +what they can do. The admission is ten cents. I advise +you strongly to come in. The show starts in five minutes.”</p> + +<p>The women and the negro sauntered down the steps +behind the flap. Nick disappeared. Amelia began to tear +off tickets and make change, and presently she followed, +never glancing at the stragglers or at me.</p> + +<p>I did not see them again. I did not need to hear their +story. For in the dusty grove were tents, the brass +throats of the calliope opened again, and the whole town +throbbed with music. Those silences in which she had +heard “slime dripping in the well” were vanquished.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="hanging"><a id="Footnote_18_18" href="#FNanchor_18_18" class="label">[18]</a> Copyright, 1925 (under title “This Way Out”), by P. F. Collier +& Son Company.</p> +<p class="p0 unindent">Copyright, 1926, by Glenway Wescott.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">THE DEVIL DRUM</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="THE_DEVIL_DRUM19"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +THE DEVIL DRUM</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_19_19" href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By BARRETT WILLOUGHBY + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap"><em>O-o-m</em></span>, <em>oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom.</em></p> + +<p>Up from the <i>kashim</i>, the underground council-house, +came the beat of the devil-drum, pulsing hollow and strange +amid the scream of the gale and the rumble of icebergs +grinding below the snow-buried Eskimo village.</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom.</em></p> + +<p>Ah-king-ah, the medicine-man, was trying to change the +wind. Day and night for two moons the polar blizzard had +split its force on the bleak island pyramid thrusting up +through the ice of Bering Strait. It was a wind of death, a +devil’s wind, piling floe on floe until the ice grounded, yet +keeping it ever a-stir. No life could exist beneath the pack +or on top of it, and in the igloos clinging to the white +slope of the shore the people, unable to hunt, were facing +starvation.</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom.</em></p> + +<p>In the temporary lull the hollow rhythm grew louder, +penetrating the walls of the missionary’s igloo, where he, +the only white man on the island, sat alone before a table +clutching an open book with both mittened hands. The +twilight of the arctic noon made no impression on the thick +frost-crust of the window, but the wan rays of a kerosene-lamp +fell on the volume, and on the missionary’s gray hair +showing above the dropped hood of his reindeer parka. +With every breath a shaft of vapor clouded the chill air, +for his supply of driftwood had vanished while the blizzard +was in its first month, and after he had shared his oil +with the village families there was little left for use in his +Eskimo heating-lamp. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</span></p> + +<p>The reverberation of the devil-drum was suddenly +pierced by the wail of a wolf-dog dying under the teeth +of its hunger-maddened mates. The man raised sunken +eyes, blue and fervid with a terrible anxiety, and listened. +The sounds of cannibalistic ravening sent a tremor through +his body.</p> + +<p>“God—God—” he flattened his palms on the open Bible +and strained his thin face upward in desperate supplication—“God, +Father, change the wind!” During a moment’s +silence his gaze remained fixed on something beyond the +blackened ceiling of the igloo, beyond the driven ice-dust +of the blizzard. Then in a voice that gathered confidence +as he proceeded he filled the room with ringing phrases from +the Book:</p> + +<p>“He caused an east wind to blow in the heaven: and by +his power he brought in the south wind.</p> + +<p>“He rained flesh also upon them as dust, and feathered +fowls like as the sands of the sea.</p> + +<p>“And He let it fall in the midst of their camp, round +about their habitations.</p> + +<p>“So they did eat and were well filled.”</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom</em>, +the devil-drum beat a barbarous amen.</p> + +<p>“They did eat and were well filled!” The missionary +closed the Bible and firmly, as one who has found new +courage, repeated the words in the Eskimo tongue. He rose +from the table, a lean, little man even in his heavy furs, and +crossed over to a corner where a canned-milk box did duty +as a cupboard. From the curled bacon rind that hung +there he cut a thin slice and slipped it hungrily into his +mouth. Chewing a bit of it eased the gnawing in his +stomach, which had not yet grown accustomed to one meal +a day, a ration made necessary since he had divided the last +of his provisions with the village.</p> + +<p>Opening a door at the back of the igloo he made his +stooping way into another larger room—the schoolhouse +and church his own hands had built so hopefully six months +before. Under his stiff fingers the light flared up from +a bracket lamp, revealing a small wall-blackboard which +had never known a chalk mark and the yellow lumber +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</span> +of benches that had yet to feel the contact of Eskimo +garments.</p> + +<p>In the beginning the Eskimos had treated him with the +good-natured tolerance of their race. They accepted his +presents, ate his food, and begged or borrowed from him in +accordance with their code: The white man who outwits us +is a better man than we, and we admire him; the white +man we outwit is a fool. The unsuspecting little missionary, +confident that he was making great strides into their friendship, +was unusually generous; but the moment he tried to +preach the word of his God, the moment he attempted to +interfere with their customs, he found himself up against +a glacial wall of resentment.</p> + +<p>“Leave us alone! Leave us alone!” Milli-ru-ak, the hunter, +had said to him in the squirrel-hunting season when the +missionary went to remonstrate with him for biting off the +nose of his wife’s lover. “Leave us alone! Does the Eskimo +force his way on the white man who invades his country? +Why does the white man force his way on the Eskimo? +Leave us alone!”</p> + +<p>“But Milli-ru-ak, to bite off the nose of thy neighbor——”</p> + +<p>“Listen, white man, to the law of my fathers!” The hunter’s +dark eyes narrowed. “Had my neighbor come to me +and said: ‘Milli-ru-ak, thy woman hath found favor in my +eyes. Let us change wives during the squirrel-hunting, that +our families may be allied when the children are born’; +then would I have been proud that my neighbor should +have taken his pleasure with my wife and I with his. But +my neighbor was without honor. He waited until I was +gone to the hunt, then like a thief he goes to my woman. +I found him there. I bit off his nose. Such,” said +Milli-ru-ak, turning on his heel, “was the just law of my +fathers.”</p> + +<p>Aghast at this disclosure, the little missionary persistently +attempted to convince the hunter of his sins, and +after a week Milli-ru-ak shot at him—by accident. The +bullet passed harmlessly between the white man’s arm and +his body, embedding itself in the shaky pulpit he was building +at the time. He could see the splintered hole now as he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</span> +placed his open Bible upon it and reached for the dangling +bell-rope behind the pulpit.</p> + +<p>The <i>ding-dong</i> that marked the Sabbath day was caught +up by the blizzard and carried with the boom of the devil-drum +out over the polar wastes. Every Sunday and +Wednesday since the completion of the meeting-house the +missionary had doggedly rung the first and second bell +summoning an indifferent people to listen to the word of +his God. Not a soul had ever responded.</p> + +<p>He rang the first bell longer than usual. Now that the +magic of Ah-king-ah had failed to change the wind, now +that the dogs were starving, and the people were eating the +last of the moldy seal-meat originally intended for the animals, +surely, he thought, they were ready to abandon their +ways of darkness for the light of Christianity.</p> + +<p>He allowed the bell-rope to fall, and poured a bit of oil +from a deflated seal-skin container into the stone lamp in +the middle of the floor. When the flame flared up from the +moss wick he held his hands over it. Not for himself would +he have used any of the precious oil, but he hoped that +some curious Eskimo might come and, seeing the fire, spread +the news of it in the village. The people might come to him +then, since there was no oil in the native igloos—no oil for +heating, no oil for melting ice for water, no oil for cooking +the moldy seal-meat. Only the medicine-man had oil now.</p> + +<p>The dogs outside had quieted, and the voice of Ah-king-ah’s +drum alone rode the gale. The little missionary, +squatting over the lamp, kept turning his thin, expectant +face toward the outside door. He was always looking for +it to open, but it never did. Fifteen minutes dragged by +before he rose and rang the second bell. In the silence that +followed its last clang the <em>oom-oom</em> of Ah-king-ah’s drum +mocked him with his failure in the service of his Master.</p> + +<p>Across the vapor of his breath the rows of clean new +benches reproached him with their emptiness, and from the +bare wooden walls frost-pegs on every nail-head pointed +at him like accusing white fingers. He turned slowly and, +mounting the pulpit, stood, his hands on the open Bible, his +blue eyes looking down wistfully on the cheerless room. +The smoky bracket lamp behind him threw his shadow, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</span> +long and grotesque, across the bare benches, as if in pity +trying to cover them. The sound of the devil-drum filtered +in faint, taunting, but the missionary cleared his throat +and, as was his wont, began his lonely Sunday service. +His voice, forlorn and strange at first, grew firmer as he +proceeded.</p> + +<p>At the end he closed his Bible and turned out the light. +There was a dispirited sag to his narrow shoulders as he +went back to his living room. Today, because death was so +near to them all, the Eskimos’ animal-like indifference to +him and his message made him feel small and forsaken; +made him ache with the terrible longing of the lonely white +man for his kind. For a moment he stood uncertain, his +breath clouding the cold, stale atmosphere of the igloo; +then with the air of one banishing personal weaknesses he +shoved his parka hood over his head, drew the long fur +about his face, and made his way out through the snow +tunnel leading from his door to the open.</p> + +<p>The force of the gale struck him flat against a trampled +snow-bank where red stains still defied the covering of the +wind-blown snow. Not a bone or a piece of fur remained +of the dog who had died there an hour before.</p> + +<p>The pallor of the arctic noon was filled with frost-dust +borne on wind of such velocity that its passing was like +the whiz of speeding bullets. Through the fur about his +face the man peered at the ice-pack lying like a gray +monster below him. Stationary it appeared at first, but +as his eyes grew accustomed to the murky light, it became +a thing of horrid life, heaving, quivering, forming itself +into grotesque shapes with a slowness that was as sinister +and relentless as death. Through the blizzard as far as +he could see berg was creeping up over berg, grinding, +crunching, to heights of twenty, thirty feet, until the +masses tottered and crashed down on the other side, sending +powdered ice streaming on the gale like ocean spray. The +awful, insensate force loosed thus in a strange, unearthly +land struck to the missionary’s soul with primeval terror. +He felt puny, insignificant, cruelly at the mercy of that +tremendous wind which was blowing the ice-pack down +from the pole and maliciously grounding it in the shallow +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</span> +waters of the strait. For an instant something primitive +in him was near to endowing it with the malevolent personality +the Eskimos were even then trying to placate +through Ah-king-ah’s drum.</p> + +<p>“God, Father,” he prayed with sudden, panicky earnestness, +“change the wind!”</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom</em>, +reverberated the devil-drum.</p> + +<p>Far out on the pack, where death was certain, a dark +thing moved. It drew nearer the village, a great bull +walrus scouting vainly for leads of open water that meant +life to the small herd wallowing along in its wake. The scout +rolled its three thousand pounds from side to side over the +moving ice, dexterously fastening its tusks into the base of +each berg and pulling itself to the top. On the pinnacle +it reared still higher on its flippers, sniffing the air, tusked +head swaying, short-sighted eyes trying to pierce the thick +atmosphere. A moment of decision, and through the stridor +of the elements a bellowing grunt rumbled deep and lone, +signaling the advance of the herd. The valiant creature +wallowed on from point to point of vantage, progressing +through the zone of constant and terrible danger with a +courageous dignity that won admiration even from the +hungry missionary, who saw it as food, heat, life itself.</p> + +<p>Opposite the village the walrus escaped the buckling of +the ice by a hair’s-breadth, and drawing itself up to the peak +of a moving berg, paused longer than usual to toss its +mighty tusks in nervous apprehension of a new danger. +Just as the berg began to topple it sensed the presence of +human beings, and sent its wild trumpetings to warn the +herd. The gallant animal, too late to take any thought +for itself, plunged recklessly. A patch of black in the gaping +angle between two floes, a slow closing of the frigid +trap, and a long-drawn despairing roar wove itself through +the hissing of the wind and the booming of the devil-drum. +As it died away, the ice was marked by a seeping +red stain.</p> + +<p>The herd, panic-stricken at the loss of their leader, flung +themselves forward to destruction, leaving crushed bodies +to mark a spotted trail of death across the ice-field. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</span></p> + +<p>The last terror-driven creature was disappearing in the +haze of the blizzard when a bent Eskimo battled his way +down from the <i>kashim</i> to the edge of the heaving ice. He +sheltered himself in the lee of a floe, looking long at the +evidences of tragedy before him. Three wolf-dogs, scenting +the blood, came out from under the snow and sat on +their haunches to send their hunger-cry keening through the +glimmering twilight. Starving though they were, neither +man nor beasts dared venture over the few feet that lay +between them and the meat tantalizing them on the creeping +ice.</p> + +<p>“O God, Father, change the wind!” prayed the missionary.</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom</em>, +propitiated the devil-drum of Ah-king-ah.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>When the white man saw the Eskimo, he started. Then +tightening the hood of his parka against the stinging ice-dust, +he began creeping cautiously away toward the sound +of the drum. With every backward glance he quickened +his progress. At last he would be able to enter the tunnel +of the <i>kashim</i> while the guard was absent from his post; +for though the missionary’s presence had been tolerated in +the igloos, he had never yet succeeded in forcing his way +into the council-house. He had convinced himself that +once in the <i>kashim</i>, where he could address the assembled +village, he could persuade them to abandon their heathen +incantations and fling themselves on the mercy of God.</p> + +<p>He pressed forward eagerly toward the open jaws of a +whale which formed the entrance to the tunnel. Despite +his haste, he came to an abrupt halt inside the passage. A +queer cross of driftwood lay there, warning strangers against +entering the <i>kashim</i> while the medicine-man was performing +the weird mysteries of his calling.</p> + +<p>The missionary’s hesitation was banished by his zeal, +and a moment later he caught up a club from the stack of +hunting implements near the opening and began to feel his +uneven way along the icy stones of the tunnel. Half a dozen +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</span> +steps plunged him into darkness where every movement of +his feet roused wolf-dogs driven to shelter by the storm. +They leaped, savagely snarling their hatred of the disturbing +white, and the missionary, knowing that one misstep would +send him sprawling under their slavering jaws, laid about +him with a club, beating a way through the starving +animals.</p> + +<p>He advanced blindly until a glimmer of light at the end +of the tunnel guided him to the opening in the floor of the +<i>kashim</i> above. With a gasp of relief, he clutched the ladder +that led upward, and mounted. He was not observed as he +thrust his head into the dim room, hot and rank with +ammoniacal smells and the reek of close-packed bodies. +Miak, the witch-woman, huddled in one corner, tending +the wick of the medicine-man’s stone lamp. It’s smoky +light barely revealed the skin-covered shelf about the walls +where hunters, stripped to the waist, sat cross-legged and +cross-armed, their Mongolian faces set in earnest concentration. +On the floor below them squatted the women, the old +men, and the quiet children, naked as fishes.</p> + +<p>All eyes were on Ah-king-ah, the medicine-man—Ah-king-ah +who had successfully defied the Christianizing +efforts of two former missionaries. Many were the tales +told of the man’s cunning and strength not only among the +Eskimo tribes, but among the whalers and the white traders +of the arctic. In the Season of the Sun, when the tribes +assembled on In-ga-lee-nay for the yearly Festival of the +Whale, it took Miak, the witch-woman, three days to sing +all the runes of his magic. Mightiest and richest shaman +of the high North was Ah-king-ah, and great in the eyes +of the Innuits, was the singing of Miak. So strong were his +words of enchantment, he could plunge a hunting-knife +through his vitals and dance with his necklace of bird-claws +dangling from the point behind. So marvelous were his +chants of wizardry that the sound of them formed kayaks, +which took him far to the moonless land, where spirits of +departed ivory-hunters yielded up their secrets to him. +Ah-king-ah had the spirit of a crow. Ah-king-ah was a son +of the wind. Ah-king-ah flew to the moon on the rays of +the ice-blink. Once he flew to Siberia and challenged Nan-kum, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</span> +the one-eyed shaman of the Chuckchees, to battle for +the supremacy of the North. Had not all the village seen +them fighting over the strait one morning—two great black +crows whose raucous screams sent chills to the hearts of +the bravest hunters? Mightiest shaman of the North was +Ah-king-ah. With his beak he had wrenched off the leg of +Nan-kum and flung it to the ice, cawing triumphantly, +while the cripple flapped away defeated to Asiatic shores. +Had not Milli-ru-ak found the leg where it fell, and was it +not the leg of a man? And did not hunters returning from +Siberian tundras report Nan-kum hobbling about on one leg +ever after? Great indeed was Ah-king-ah, the medicine-man, +and greater still would he be when he had changed +the wind that was bringing famine to In-ga-lee-nay; greater +and richer, for his price would be half the fruits of the village +hunt for the space of six hunting moons.</p> + +<p>The missionary’s eyes fell upon Ah-king-ah, half crouching +in the middle of the floor. He was six feet tall, and nude +except for a short, transparent garment made of the intestines +of seals and trimmed with the crimson beaks of sea-parrots. +He was beating upon the sacred devil-drum and +chanting runes treating of the secret things of spirits, while +his slim, naked feet made weird passes and performed +strange, halting steps. With every movement his superb +brown body rippled beneath the transparent shirt, setting +all the beaks clattering in measured cadence. Behind him +sat his three apprentices, swaying their naked bodies as +they thumped the floor with sticks adorned with wolf-tails +and gull-wings.</p> + +<p>A sudden, sinuous motion, and Ah-king-ah was facing +the west. The drum began a soft, rolling accompaniment +to his rising, long-drawn croon. The tawny torsos of the +hunters, moving to and fro from the hips, caught the +light in zigzag waves.</p> + +<p>Ah-king-ah’s tones grew louder, the tempo of the drum +quickened, and its sound swelled until it became the voice +of the wind, the thunder of crashing seas, the expression +of nature in all her moods of fury. Swaying bodies responded. +The people began to shout, to vent queer cries in +unison, urging the shaman to greater efforts, deeper magic. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</span> +Excitement grew until it was a very frenzy of earnestness +that increased the heat of the <i>kashim</i> and started the sweat +on the sixty bodies packed there. The reek of them was +sickening, the deluge of sounds deafening.</p> + +<p>Suddenly everything stopped. Ah-king-ah grew rigid. +While the jade and amber beads dangling from the plugs +in his lower lip quivered into life, his dark face took on the +look of a demon. He flung out his arms, raised his chin, +and sent an intonation soaring through the din of the gale.</p> + +<p>“Thou, Almighty Devil——”</p> + +<p>“Stop!” The small figure of the missionary catapulted +to the middle of the room, one arm outstretched, one thin +finger extended. “Stop, blasphemer!” he shouted, lost to +all sense of danger in the fervor of his religious indignation. +“Servant of Satan! son of Belial! wouldst thou anger God +by thy sacrilege?” His pale eyes flashed in his twitching +face, his accusing fingers trembled. “God alone is mighty! +God alone is good! Oh, poor deluded ones,”—he turned +pleadingly to the stunned and wondering people—“shut +your ears to the evils of this sorcerer! Turn to the true +God, and the blizzard will die, and you shall have meat!”</p> + +<p>In the smoky light the astonished expressions on the +dark faces changed. They grew sullen, grew threatening, +in a silence that was pregnant with hostility. One wolf-step +brought Ah-king-ah close to the white man, who became +dwarfed and insignificant beside the powerful Eskimo. +Ah-king-ah’s voice rang deep and mellow and supremely +exalted after the thin, excited tones of the missionary.</p> + +<p>“The white man has spoken, my brothers. But—did we +of In-ga-lee-nay ask him for this God whom he says we +insult? The white man has broken in upon us. He has +crossed the sign that warns all strangers from our council-house. +He has spoken. Listen now to Ah-king-ah and +compare the wisdom of our tongues.” He paused until the +murmur of approval went around the hunters’ shelf. “Well +ye know that our people have lived on In-ga-lee-nay for ten +times a thousand moons, happy in the customs of the +ancient ones. Well ye know that our island and the +waters about our island have ever been the abode of plenty, +the breeding-place of birds, the dwelling-place of land-creatures, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</span> +the home of sea-creatures. In all the land of +the Innuits no village has been so favored by the spirits. In +no village but thine could a man sit in his doorway and +shoot enough seals to give a feast.”</p> + +<p>The hunters grunted assent and gravely nodded their +heads above their folded arms.</p> + +<p>“Yea, my brothers, in the old time ye were happy. Your +bellies were rounded and well filled. Skins of oil hung from +your ceilings, and oil in plenty burned in the lamps of your +igloos. This was the happy way of life under the wise laws +of your fathers.” Ah-king-ah shifted his drum from one +hip to the other and resumed with quickened utterance:</p> + +<p>“Then comes this white man from the South. Uninvited, +he pushes his way into your igloos with the words of his +God. He comes with the ringing of the bell that is bad +medicine in the ears of the almighty devil, tossing in his +hands the ivory ball of the world. Then, my brothers, +from the Place of Winds strange evils have come upon you. +Why? Why, my brothers?”</p> + +<p>He allowed a moment’s silence before he leaned forward +and whispered slowly in a way that left the room ringing:</p> + +<p>“The—almighty—devil—is—angry—with—you!”</p> + +<p>In the hush that followed, the sound of the blizzard +seeped in through the thick walls. Ah-king-ah suddenly +flung himself upright, and continued in a voice that gathered +volume as he proceeded:</p> + +<p>“The almighty devil is angry with you for harkening to +new words. Behold, your bellies grow flat against your +backs. Your igloos grow cold. Your dogs consume each +other. Oh, hear the words of Ah-king-ah, my brothers, +whom the spirits have taught concerning these things of +mystery.” The shaman wheeled, and with a quick, accusing +finger transfixed the missionary. “It is because of this +white man and his ringing bell that the devil is angry!” he +shouted. “Wherefore, I say, let this white man take his +God back to his own kind—back to the land of his fathers!” +The words rose to a shriek. “Let him take his God back to +the land of his fathers!”</p> + +<p>The muttering of the crowd broke loose in a yelling +frenzy as men, women, and children took up the cry. In +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</span> +the seething, sweating mass of humanity the missionary’s +protests were lost; but the dauntless little man wrested +himself from the hands of the medicine-man’s apprentices, +snatched the drum from the great Ah-king-ah himself, and +leaped to the now empty shelf of the <i>kashim</i>.</p> + +<p>“Wait! Wait!” he commanded. His fist banged the +devil-drum, which none but a shaman might touch on penalty +of death. The very magnitude of the sacrilege bludgeoned +the people into an aghast silence. “For the sake of +your starving women and children, listen to the words of +the white man’s God. In the Book of which I have told +you it is written: ‘Whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that +will I do!’ Oh, poor benighted ones, pray to God for help, +and He will answer. For two months ye have watched +Ah-king-ah with his devil tricks trying to change the wind. +His words are a lie within his mouth! His sorceries are an +abomination to the Lord. His——”</p> + +<p>A lightning movement, and Ah-king-ah had snatched the +drum to him.</p> + +<p>“We do not know this man’s God, and we do not want to +know Him!” The shaman’s mighty voice extinguished the +missionary’s. “Let the white man take his God back to +the land of his fathers!” The rumble of the drum began, +and the shaman’s feet resumed their weird passes. Again +and again he repeated the words. His rhythmic chanting +and the booming of the drum woke the mob spirit in the +people. The yelling crowd that surged threateningly +toward the missionary was led by Milli-ru-ak, who leaped +to the shelf and crooked his avid fingers about the white +man’s throat.</p> + +<p>“Stop, my brothers!” The medicine-man’s authoritative +voice rang out. He had ceased his capering, and there was +a light of apprehension in his wary eyes. “Milli-ru-ak, lay +thy hands off! It is not well that the people of In-ga-lee-nay +do violence to such as he, for well ye know how the +long arm of the white man’s law reaches even from the +South, where the sun sinks under the world, to the North, +where the water ends. Have ye forgotten the fate of the +three medicine-men, Sautock, Beelack, and O-tock-tock in +the year of the Red Death? They did but bind the man +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</span> +O’Ryan until his spirit fled—the strange man O’Ryan, who +swung the little cup of smoke before his God, and wore the +long garment of a woman, with a cross about his neck. +Remember my brothers, how in the Season of the Sun there +came high chiefs from the South, mighty in anger, and +with stars on their breasts glittering like the fishes’ scales? +Remember how they hanged Sautock, Beelack, and O-tock-tock +high on the slope back of the village? Have ye the +minds of children that ye can forget the long moons their +bones rattled in the chains as the east wind lipped them? +I, Ah-king-ah, to whom spirits whisper, tell ye it is not +well that we do violence to a white man,”—he woke again +the rumbling rhythm of the drum—“but let him leave us +in peace to practice the ways of our fathers. Let him take +his God back to his own land!”</p> + +<p>“Yea! Yea!” The people took up the words in a clamoring +chorus, while the shaman’s three apprentices seized +the protesting missionary and carried him to the opening +in the floor. One of them placed his feet on the ladder. +The other two pressed him down rung by rung until he +found himself on the floor of the tunnel, where the eyes of +starving dogs menaced him.</p> + +<p>He stood uncertain for a moment while the <em>oom-oom</em> +of the devil-drum rolled in his ears. Then blindly he groped +and beat his way along the slippery passage.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Thou, Almighty Devil—” The propitiatory chant +of Ah-king-ah followed him out into the blizzard.</p> + +<p>Darkness had already fallen. The malicious wind flung +ice-dust like splintered glass through the fur about his +face. He shut his eyes against the sting of it, and stumbled +forward, a small, forlorn figure in the polar night. A gust +flung him into a drift, and he crawled on his hands and +knees until he encountered a dog asleep under the snow. +He rose hastily, shivering as the roused animal’s howls set +all its mates wailing their hunger in the blackness.</p> + +<p>Back in the chill emptiness of his igloo he swayed +toward his bunk and, dropping on tense knees beside it, +began to pray. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</span></p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>Day after day the blizzard continued unabated. The supply +of moldy seal-meat dwindled, vanished. The people +began eating the walrus-skin coverings of the oomiaks. +They chewed the hide dry because there was no oil for cooking +except in the house of the medicine-man. The thin-faced +children and babies suffered mutely, sucking on sealskin +ropes, on thongs of snow-shoes, on anything that contained +a bit of nourishment. The dogs, with uncanny +prescience, left the habitations of their masters for the +heights back of the village. There in the graveyard, where +the iron chains still clanked a warning against the hanging-posts +of Sautock, Beelack, and O-tock-tock, the gaunt +beasts riddled the sepulchers and fought like werwolves over +what they found. Not even Milli-ru-ak, the greatest hunter +on In-ga-lee-nay, could battle his way up through the blizzard +to shoot at them for food.</p> + +<p>Hunger gnawed at the stomachs of the people and +marked their faces with hollows, yet there were no lamentations, +no visible evidences of despair. After the fatalistic +manner of their race they waited patiently, stoically, for a +change of weather—or for death.</p> + +<p>One night the old mother of Miak, the witch-woman, +froze to death. The next day every family moved to the +<i>kashim</i>, where, by shutting out the air and huddling close +together, the people could keep warm without oil. Once a +day Ah-king-ah brought them hope and comfort by lighting +the stone lamp and chanting magical words to the +almighty devil.</p> + +<p>The missionary in his igloo spent desperate hours on his +knees pleading with his God to change the wind. In the +darkness he paced his room, warming his thin body by the +exercise and striving for courage by repeating over and +over the promises of the Bible. Sternly he reduced the +rations for his scant daily meal until hunger brought upon +him that strange fanatical exultation which is akin to the +ecstasy that causes the fasting prophet to prophesy, or the +medicine-man to perform his greatest feats of magic. With +the passage of each dreary day the conviction grew upon +him that this unprecedented blizzard had been sent to test +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</span> +his zeal as a worker in the vineyard of the Lord. This +blizzard was his opportunity to win an entire village from +the heathen sway of the medicine-man. With every atom +of his being the little missionary grew to believe that if +once he could persuade the people to enter the meeting-house, +if once he could induce them to pray to his God, +the wind would die, and the hunters be able to get food.</p> + +<p>This conviction forced him every afternoon through the +gale to the <i>kashim</i>. He ignored every rebuff, ignored +utterly the danger to himself, although he knew that Ah-king-ah, +should he forget the fate of the priest-murdering +medicine-men, might have him killed as a witch who had +brought misfortune on the village. Sometimes, by dint of +superhuman self-denial, he brought bits of hardtack for the +strangely quiet little ones clinging to their mothers in the +<i>kashim</i>. Always he pleaded with the elders to turn from +shamanism to the true God. The Eskimos, apathetic from +prolonged hunger, suffered his presence. While he was with +them, there was at least the light of his kerosene lantern. +Otherwise, the <i>kashim</i> was always in darkness now, for +Ah-king-ah’s oil was gone.</p> + +<p>Construing this tolerance as an encouraging sign, the +earnest little man brought his Bible, and standing under +the swinging light of the lantern, he translated page after +page of Exodus—the promises of the Lord to the Children +of Israel, the feeding of the wanderers in the desert. But +the Eskimos sat stolid, unmoved, apathetic. Even his +ardent rendering of the miracle of the loaves and fishes fell +flat. Ah-king-ah, as if in weary scorn of his rival, stretched +himself on the skins of his shelf and slept, or appeared to +sleep.</p> + +<p>One day, by accident, the missionary read of the magicians +and sorcerers who competed with Moses and Aaron +at the court of the Egyptian Pharaoh. Milli-ru-ak raised +his eyes from a sad contemplation of his ailing infant son +asleep in its mother’s arms. Miak, the witch-woman, leaned +forward over her empty lamp to listen. A stir of interest +went among the people. Here at last was something they +could understand.</p> + +<p>The white man had heretofore preached only a kind and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</span> +beneficent God, but seeing in this an opening in the wall of +their indifference, he plunged into detailed descriptions of +the misfortunes that had visited the Egyptians. His gaunt +face and sunken eyes glowed with fervor. Hunger lent a +delirious and terrible vividness to his speech. Vicariously, +the starving Eskimos were drowned in his Biblical rivers +of blood. They were tormented by plagues of frogs and +boils, locusts and lice. They were terrified by hails and +thunders. Aware of the Eskimos’ almost idolatrous love for +their offspring, he loosed his tongue of all restraint when +he pictured the smiting of the first-born. To the sound of +the howling blizzard he dwelt long on the pathos of the dead +childish faces in those desolate homes along the Nile. Ah-king-ah +bestirred himself and sat up. There was a murmuring +among the hunters. The mothers caught their children +to their breasts and swayed back and forth, moaning. +The missionary, light-headed from hunger and emotion, +reeled under the swinging shadows of the lantern.</p> + +<p>“Would ye, like the Egyptians, harden your hearts +against the word of God and bring death to your children?” +he shouted. “Oh, come, my friends! Come with me before +your little ones lie dead in your arms. Pray to Almighty +God and be delivered! Follow me before it is too late!” +Carried away by the effect of his eloquence on the hitherto +indifferent Eskimos, he caught at the lantern and lurched +forward toward the exit of the <i>kashim</i>. “Follow me to the +house of God!”</p> + +<p>The mothers rose with hysterical cries. The hunters +began to get down from their shelf. But before the missionary +had reached the ladder, Ah-king-ah was standing in +the middle of the floor. Calm and dignified, he made a +single motion with one hand. Not a soul moved farther to +follow the white man.</p> + +<p>The next day, when the missionary climbed to the opening +of the <i>kashim</i>, he found the hole covered. His knocks +and pleas for entrance met with no response, because +Ah-king-ah was sitting on the door to hold it down.</p> + +<p>Night brought a drop in temperature and an increase in +the force of the gale. The grinding and crash of the ice-pack +seemed to threaten the very foundations of the island. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</span> +With the exception of the missionary, every soul on In-ga-lee-nay +was packed in the <i>kashim</i>. Men, women, and +children chewed desperately on dry walrus-hide and clung +together to keep from freezing. The little ones wedged +between their parents whimpered in misery. At last the +company, weary from many wakeful nights, jerked and +flung their arms about in troubled sleep.</p> + +<p>When morning broke Milli-ru-ak’s child was dead.</p> + +<p>The wailing of the mothers mingled with the roar of the +blizzard and the increased fervor of the medicine-man’s incantations. +Before the day was done, two more little ones +died.</p> + +<p>It was then that Milli-ru-ak, with three of the council +men, appeared in the igloo of the white man.</p> + +<p>“We will pray to your God,” said the hunter, wearily.</p> + +<p>The peals of the bell that summoned the people to the +prayer-meeting were freighted with the little missionary’s +joy in the fulfilment of his mission. He had wrested a whole +village from the dominance of the medicine-man!</p> + +<p>The sunken eyes in his gaunt, unshaven face glowed +with fanatic happiness as he looked down on the crowded +room. Eskimos filled the benches, stood about the walls, +and squatted on the floor about the last of his oil burning +in the stone lamp below the pulpit. Of all the village only +Ah-king-ah was absent. The people sat silent, grave, +attentive, their eyes fixed on the Bible lying open on the +pulpit.</p> + +<p>The missionary began his exhortation, raising his voice +above the raging of the blizzard and the rending of the icepack. +Thrilled by a sense of achievement and inspired by +faith, he spoke with a confidence and an eloquence he had +never known before. Within him woke the spirit of the +evangelist. During the hour he worked upon his congregation +he felt himself rising to the sublime heights from which +Jesus himself had dominated all physical conditions. So +exalted was he that his preaching aroused a measure of +faith in the starving Eskimos, even as the incantations of +Ah-king-ah had done.</p> + +<p>“Such is the might and goodness of our God,” he shouted +after he had combed the Bible for incidents showing the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</span> +stilling of storms, the feeding of the hungry, the raising of +the dead. “And He is the same yesterday, today, and forever! +Oh, down on your knees, my friends!” he cried +with sudden vehemence. “Down on your knees and prove +him now—now!”</p> + +<p>His impassioned utterance swept his listeners to their +knees, shouting, praying, pleading in long, fragmentary +prayers for food, for life, for a change of wind. The fervid +little white man leading them felt the whole room to be +charged with power—an invincible power that flowed from +him and from each one and definitely made its connection +with the Infinite Mind that rules creation.</p> + +<p>When he sprang to his feet at the end of the supplication, +his thin face was alight.</p> + +<p>“Go home, my people!” his voice rang out with confidence. +“Go home and wait on the salvation of our Lord. +Sharpen your spears; put an edge on your skinning-knives. +Make ready your gears, for the day of hunting is near!”</p> + +<p>“If the white man’s God answers, we will all become +Christians!” cried Milli-ru-ak, rising and bringing the +others with him.</p> + +<p>“Yea! Yea!” came the chorus of assent. Miak, the +witch-woman, sidled close to the pulpit, putting out a +curious, but cautious, finger to feel the Bible.</p> + +<p>“If the white man’s God changes the wind,” she croaked, +slanting a wise, bleary eye up at the missionary, “the +people of In-ga-lee-nay will come when the bell calls and +listen again to the words in the black medicine-book.”</p> + +<p>From the supreme heights of his faith the missionary +watched his fur-clad congregation depart, seeing in them +brands he had plucked from the burning, souls he had saved +from destruction. Finally, in his cold living-room, he +staggered toward his bunk and in sudden exhaustion sank +upon it. He had scarcely drawn the fur robes about him +when he was plunged into a heavy, dreamless sleep.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Four">IV</abbr></h4> + +<p>He awoke to a hush so intense that his soul ached with +it. It was as if the world had died, leaving him the only +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</span> +living thing upon it. After a moment’s bewilderment he +realized that the wind was still, and there was no sound +of grinding ice! His nerves, for ten weeks made taut by +the continuous shriek of the blizzard, relaxed with a suddenness +that was like a fall from a great height. Like a +man swimming in a sea of silence, he raised his hands, +groping for the luminous-faced watch by his bunk. He +saw, with a gasp of incredulity, that he had slept eighteen +hours!</p> + +<p>Still dazed with sleep and hunger, he crawled from his +robes and hurried out into the glimmering twilight of the +arctic day. Great as was his faith in the power of prayer, +he was astonished at the sight that met his eyes.</p> + +<p>Under dark, moving clouds strangely shot with silver +the ice-pack lay quiet and gray. A quarter of a mile away +an inky, jagged line marked a lead of open water among the +bergs. Every hunter in the village was squatted along the +lead, and, as he looked, a sudden fusillade of rifle-shots +registered the death of seals coming up to breathe.</p> + +<p>Along the shores women and children and old men +swarmed laughing, shouting, as some one threw a seal-hook +into a dead animal and drew it to the ice. They crowded +about it, their excited yells increasing. Five minutes later +they were devouring the steaming flesh, stopping often to +toss bits to the dogs, which gulped it ravenously.</p> + +<p>The missionary bowed his head, a great gratitude, a great +wonder in his heart. God had listened. God had heard. +The famine was over.</p> + +<p>Like the blizzard, that day’s hunting was unprecedented +in In-ga-lee-nay. Thirty seals and a sixty-foot whale fell +to the lot of the hunters. There was food in abundance, +and oil for the lamps and for the torches that fluttered yellow +lights over the ice-bound shores where the people +worked joyously over the kill. All day the missionary moved +among them. He was happy, elated. They were his flock, +his children. In the flush of his joy he had to exercise considerable +self-control to keep from calling attention to the +glory of God’s mercy. The following day, Saturday, was +also filled with unusual activities, but he permitted himself +to speak of the meeting of thanksgiving which he would hold +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</span> +for them on Sunday. The Eskimos nodded, and laughed in +answer to his enthusiasm. Light-hearted, variable, they +had already forgotten the misery of the famine in the plentitude +of feasting.</p> + +<p>But the children with whom he had divided his last hardtack +came shyly to his side and took hold of his hands. +They had not forgotten. The little missionary had not +realized his utter loneliness, his craving for friendship, for +love, until he felt the clinging of their small, warm fingers. +His vision was blurred as, one by one, he gathered them up +in his arms and talked to them. Here indeed was his +work among these benighted little ones and their parents. +Here would he stay as long as he lived, teaching them the +ways of truth and civilization. His last thought that night +was of the meeting-house on the morrow filled with grateful +Eskimos sending up their praises to God. Perhaps even +Ah-king-ah, the defeated, might come to listen to the Holy +Word and become converted.</p> + +<p>Sunday morning found him up early preparing his sermon. +He melted ice, and for the first time in many +weeks was able to shave. As he lighted the blubber-lamps +to heat the meeting-house, he noted a small pair of fur +mittens left by some child who had accompanied its mother +to the first gathering. He picked them up and placed +them on the pulpit, intending to return them later. The +thought of the youngster sent him to the bottom of his +trunk for the flag he always carried with him. He could +not begin too soon to familiarize the little ones with their +country’s flag, he thought, as he pinned the Stars and +Stripes above the blackboard in anticipation of the near +day when the people should send their children to school.</p> + +<p>He rang the first bell, and then busied himself with a +rearrangement of the benches. Engrossed in happy +thoughts, he did not realize how swiftly time was passing +until he glanced at his watch. Half an hour had gone by +since his call to meeting! Apprehension stirred in him as +he reached for the cord to ring the second bell, but before +his outstretched fingers touched it, he stiffened in the attitude +of arrested action.</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom.</em> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</span> +The air suddenly began vibrating to the deep boom of the +devil-drum. His hand fell to his side. Incredulity, comprehension, +anger, succeeded each other in his face. Without +pausing to tighten his parka hood he rushed out into the +calm arctic noon, and ran toward the <i>kashim</i> tunnel. One +leap carried him over the medicine-man’s crossed sticks at +the entrance, the next plunged him into the darkness of the +passage.</p> + +<p>Beat of drum and pagan chanting grew louder as he +thrust his head up through the opening in the floor which +was once more the stage for Ah-king-ah. Behind the +shaman stood Milli-ru-ak, with the three whale hunters +who had helped him kill the whale. Bird-beaks and crab-claws +on their scanty garments were clattering to every +motion of their dancing bodies. Their feathered heads +swayed above whale-charms of jade that dangled on cords +about their necks. Four Eskimo maidens in primitive +finery stood together, holding by its ivory chains the Ceremonial +Cup of the Whale filled with blubber cubes. At +intervals, when the medicine-man signaled, they held the +cup aloft and uttered long, weird cries like gulls.</p> + +<p>The people who had so recently prostrated themselves in +supplication before the white man’s God were now as +fervently assisting Ah-king-ah in the ancient rites of thanksgiving +to the Spirit of the Whale. Their faces glowed with +happiness and well-being; their voices rose in joyous unison +with the voice of the shaman.</p> + +<p>At sight of the missionary the dancing and chanting +ceased abruptly. Ah-king-ah took a confident step forward.</p> + +<p>“Why does the white man bring his long face here to +anger the spirits of the hunt?” he asked.</p> + +<p>The missionary’s sunken eyes passed slowly over the +faces of the hunters squatted on the shelf, over the faces +of the mothers and of the old men and the children below. +His anger ebbed to a great hopelessness that showed in the +weary sag of his shoulders. He was defeated, yet he +climbed to the floor of the <i>kashim</i> and stood beside the +half-nude figure of the giant shaman.</p> + +<p>“Were your words then a lie within your mouths, ye +people of In-ga-lee-nay?” he asked quietly. “Ye did promise +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</span> +this day to send up thanks to Almighty God for his +mercies. If these promises were lies, why did ye come to +pray with me?”</p> + +<p>Milli-ru-ak started forward, his eyes narrowed with anger, +but the medicine-man gestured for silence.</p> + +<p>“Listen to the words of Ah-king-ah!” He spoke with +primitive dignity, his authoritative voice instantly quelling +the murmur of the hunters. “It was I, Ah-king-ah, who +sent my people to the <i>kashim</i> of the white man.”</p> + +<p>The missionary turned incredulously.</p> + +<p>“Long had I chanted the runes that please the almighty +devil tossing in his hands the ivory ball of the world,” went +on the medicine-man. “And I knew the time was ripe for +fulfilment. Yet the wisdom of my fathers tells me that all +things change form, even as the ice-pack changes its face +in the arms of the wind. New spirits come. Old spirits die. +There is sorcery in all things. Perhaps there is sorcery in +the black Book the white man keeps. Perhaps there is +not. But I, Ah-king-ah, maker of medicine, am not a man +of wisdom if I protect not my people against it. Therefore +I sent them to thee, white man, who knoweth the ways +of thy God in the black Book, but before I sent them I +promised that I, Ah-king-ah, who knoweth the ways of the +almighty devil, would stay alone, working for them my +strongest magic while they pray. They know my medicine +is great, for, behold! the storm dies like the last grunt +of the stricken walrus and”—he drew himself up proudly, +resting his drum on his thigh—“it is I, Ah-king-ah, mightiest +shaman of the North, who changed the wind!”</p> + +<p>In the approving chorus that filled the room the missionary +tried to make himself heard, but Ah-king-ah’s voice +continued, vanquishing every other sound:</p> + +<p>“And why should thy God be thanked?” he asked in the +earnest manner of one seeking to understand another’s point +of view. “Thou hast told my people He is a good God +wanting to do only good to man. Why pray to Him when +he can do us no harm? But the almighty devil—he is evil, +evil. All his pleasure comes from doing evil to man. Therefore +we must sing the magic runes that please him, so he +leaves us alone. Therefore we must dance before the Spirit +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</span> +of the Whale to show our joy at the good fortune the devil +has permitted. White man”—Ah-king-ah’s shrewd dark eyes +were not unkind as he looked down on the little missionary +“our ways are still the ways of our fathers. Thy ways +are the ways of thy fathers. Leave us, then, and give thy +thanks to whom it please thee.” He raised the drum from +his thigh and made a quick motion with it. As the booming +sounded, the three apprentices sprang forward. Not ungently +they laid hold of the missionary and led him to the +opening in the floor. Then rung by rung he was forced +down the ladder until his feet touched the icy cobblestones +at the bottom. The trap-door dropped above him, leaving +him in darkness.</p> + +<p>As he stumbled over wolf-dogs gorged with food and indifferent +with sleep, his ears rang to the thump of the devil-drum +and the pagan chanting of well fed, joyous people. +The sounds followed him from the passage into the awful +pervading silence of the polar day. He dragged his forlorn +figure back along the snowy trail to the meeting-house. +His knees trembled. A sudden awareness of his isolation +from his kind struck through his heart like a sickness.</p> + +<p>Past the mocking bareness of the benches, past the blackboard +where the flag, loosed from three of its tacks, hung +limp and dispirited, he made his way to the shaky little +pulpit. He rubbed a fumbling hand across his eyes then, +as a hurt child seeks the comfort of its mother’s breast, his +gray head sank on his folded arms, and he pressed his face +against the open Bible.</p> + +<p>Numbed by his disappointment, crushed by his failure, +he lay, a small, defeated white man in the primitive fur +garments of an alien race. Gradually into his memory +began to crowd the long months of loneliness, sacrifice, and +privation he had borne to bring the comforts of religion +and the uplift of civilization to an ungrateful heathen +people. For them he had given up everything a white man +holds dear. For them he had been willing to give even his +life. His work had been futile. Futility! The word stood +out in letters of ice against the blackness of his misery. +But he was at the end. He was through. In the spring, +when the first boat came from the mainland, he would +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</span> +leave In-ga-lee-nay. He <em>would</em> take his God back to his +own land, where there was at least the companionship of +his kind.</p> + +<p>Sagging wearily against the pulpit, he was oblivious to the +passage of time, deaf to the increasing happy shouts from +the <i>kashim</i>. The oil in the lamps burned away, the sputtering +wicks grew black. Unconsciously, one hand, opening +and shutting in anguish, had taken hold of something soft +and warm. When at last he raised his face from his +cramped arms, his eyes, dull with brooding, fell on the tiny +pair of mittens he had placed on the pulpit that morning.</p> + +<p>For the space of a dozen breaths he stared at them, +then slowly, meditatively he began stroking them. Into his +tired mind crept thoughts of yesterday. Children had come +to him then—children with upraised, trusting eyes and +warm, clinging fingers. They had come because they believed +in him. They liked him. They were potential +hunters and mothers of hunters. With their small clinging +hands they were already molding the future of their race.</p> + +<p>Little by little the look of hopelessness faded from his +eyes, and a new determination crept into his thin face. +When he stepped from the pulpit he turned and pinned the +flag back into place, then hung the mittens on a nail beside +it.</p> + +<p>It was very late for the second bell, but the missionary +crossed over to the bell-rope. His step was firm again, his +dogged chin upraised. He laid hold of the rope and began +pulling it vigorously, hopefully.</p> + +<p>Out over the still, white bergs of Bering Strait two +sounds strove once more for dominance in the arctic air:</p> + +<p><em>O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom. O-o-m, oom-oom.</em></p> + +<p><em>D-i-n-g-d-o-n-g, d-i-n-g-d-o-n-g. D-i-n-g-d-o-n-g.</em></p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_19_19" href="#FNanchor_19_19" class="label">[19]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Century Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Barrett Willoughby.</p></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</span> +<h2 style="display: none; visibility: hidden;">GIDEON’S REVENGE</h2> +<p class="center"><a id="GIDEONS_REVENGE20"></a><span class="muchlarger"><b> +GIDEON’S REVENGE</b></span>⁠<a id="FNanchor_20_20" href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br> +</p> +<p class="byline">By ELINOR WYLIE + </p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +(From <cite>The Century Magazine</cite>) +</p> + +<p class="p2 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">Gideon</span> extinguished the flame wherewith he had lit +his pipe; he dropped the match tidily behind the wallflowers, +and looked about him with quiet, but incredulous, +joy. Standing at the door of the cottage, his head was +stooped a little beneath the lintel, partly from actual necessity +and partly in a courteous gesture of apology to this +exquisite scene in which only children or delicately formed +and tinted women might appear appropriate and untarnished. +Above him the freshness of the honey-colored +thatch contrasted pleasantly with the rose-purple of ancient +brick; the watery sheen of the upper windows reflected a +few hanging strands of straw, like gilded seaweed observed +in the profundity of a wave. Inclosed by its clipped hedge, +the garden lay like a small square pool of flowers drawn +together in concentrated brightness, as if many larger and +grosser gardens had been melted into one and poured into +this narrow space. Across the green a dew pond reversed +the sky to another pool, and permitted Gideon’s vision to +plumb without fatigue the utmost depth of the empyrean.</p> + +<p>Gideon was a tall old man; his age was perhaps seventy. +His face had more of the falcon than the eagle in its lines; +the beaked nose, the bony setting of the large bright eyes, +the hollowed cheek and temple, were all carved and polished +to a pattern sufficiently bold, but light and restless and +uneasy. His eyes were gray; his hair, which had once been +reddish, had now the faintly yellowed whiteness of flax; +it rose steeply to a crest above his brow. The garments +which he wore hung somewhat awkwardly upon his emaciation—an +emaciation suggesting austerity rather than weakness. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</span> +The correct and shabby tweeds were excellent in +themselves, molded to fit with easy perfection the scene and +circumstance, but although they clothed with tolerable grace +the mortal form of Gideon, they did not fit his soul. You +saw him preferably in rusty black, with a hat remotely +Spanish, and a cloak; decidedly the soul of Gideon wore a +black cloak. And indeed at this very moment, within the +cottage, Caroline was brushing just such a cloak preparatory +to putting it away forever with beautiful cakes of gum +camphor crumbling like soft and fragrant ice among its +mysterious folds.</p> + +<p>Gideon turned and entered the cottage; the rooms +appeared deliciously chilled and shadowed by the green +orchard to the east. Avoiding the larger chamber, where +Caroline whisked fantastic garments into the bland, golden +obscurity of a tulip-wood chest of drawers, he turned into +the kitchen and surveyed its cool and ordered colors with +minute approval. It was a room decorous and subtly +bright, a place for the concoction of junkets and cherry pies. +Gideon sighed with pleasure; it was a miracle that he, a +lawless, bitter man, should have imagined this room and +made it. Of course there had been the skeleton ready to +his hand—the stone floor, the beams, the fireplace—but he +had breathed upon cold ashes, and they had flowered like +a domestic rose.</p> + +<p>Caroline had climbed the steep little stairs to the attic; +he could hear portmanteaus bumping about overhead +like huge frolicsome beasts; he had a sudden picture of the +trim, pink-faced servant surrounded by portmanteaus and +kit-bags, labeled in dusty, barbaric scarlet, enormous in +the gloom. He reflected with satisfaction that all his +papers were already neatly pigeon-holed in his grandfather’s +desk and his mother’s boule cabinet; Caroline was +merely rummaging among ponchos and sombreros.</p> + +<p>Slowly, with a fastidious, yet sensual, savoring of his +delights, Gideon entered the other room and strolled down +its entire length, stopping here and there to touch the lovely +surface of wood perversely satin-skinned, or velvet worn +and rosy as immemorial lichen. Here again was something +more than human in the happy confluence of various times +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</span> +and manners; he had seen these objects scattered in obscure +exile among the Victorian ineptitudes of his mother’s vast +drawing rooms, or lately huddled ignominiously in storage +warehouses; he had purchased some of them carelessly at +the ragged ends of the earth, and now they were gathered +together under the green and glazing twilight of the apple +trees to make a miraculous whole. He had bought a cottage, +knocked down a partition or two, and engaged a certain +number of pantechnicon vans; he had expected the +place to be comfortable and rather absurd, and by some +curious necromancy of chance it was grave and exquisite. +It was as if it had always been so, and his. Between open +windows, his desk was flooded by calm radiance.</p> + +<p>As he fingered the firmly packed bundles of letters, +bound with pink legal tape, or more sentimentally confined +by blue ribbons, he considered the future with approval. +It was eminently fitting; it was, indeed, inevitable. How, +save under conditions of the most shining peace, could he +hope to relax into that judicial clarity of mind so necessary +to his great project? The hardships, the astringent horrors +of his past career, had precisely steeled his hand to execution; +it now remained for a poor, but honest, gentleman to +judge the culprits before killing them, and Gideon was +acutely aware of the propriety of being equitable to begin +with, if only to augment the pleasure of being savage in the +final sentence, the final act of revenge.</p> + +<p>He stared retrospectively down the lurid vista of the last +twenty-five years, his mind’s eye blinking, for all its falcon +look, in the full chemical glare of recollection. There had +been, quite literally, singularly little sunlight in the vista, +and that little had quivered to a tropical intensity removed +by several continents from this subaqueous glimmer stained +by apple trees. But mostly, he remembered, things had +happened at night; that was, perhaps, the reason he had +achieved so flattering and profitable a reputation as special +correspondent.</p> + +<p>Special! Oh, very special indeed! For who but Gideon +would have been clever enough to be forever on the spot, +the often bloody and unhealthy spot, where things were +happening at night? What other nocturnal vigilance had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</span> +so well observed, what vitriolic pen recorded, alike the curious +minutiæ and the vast apocalypse of life? From the +beginning to the end of that bewildering vista he had contrived +to see the event strangely, and to make the strangeness +vivid by his words. Also, he had advanced in wisdom +and cunning; he recalled with contempt how crudely he had +daubed hell-fire and sanguine upon his earlier efforts. In +ninety-eight, when he had seen the <i>Maine</i> intemperately +uncurl a million fronds of brilliance against the plushy dark, +he could not, telling the dreadful thing beheld, curdle the +reader’s veins as now his lightest, coolest whisper curdled +them. The latest of all his writings, the wry, amused +account of Lenine stretched upon his crimson upholstery +under the great glass bell like some horrible wax flower, +blooming through unnatural, and electric, days, that was +excellent, that was art.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Two">II</abbr></h4> + +<p>And now, the quarter-century past, he was quit of restraints, +of delicacies and decencies; now he was free of galling +secret vows and public scruples. The very last of the +Pennimans had died twenty years ago in the person of old +Joseph; Gideon had kept his promise to Millicent, and +Millicent herself had been dead for twenty-five years.</p> + +<p>He was free to turn that intricate and fiery engine, his +mind, upon the people he had hated and had, for a measured +space of time, striven to forget. At first, after his +wife’s death, he had acidly regretted his promise to her—the +promise given to the expiring appeal of her large blue +eyes, but never ratified by their wedded spirits in this world +or the vaguer one into whose ambiguities she had at once +departed. He had kept the promise because it was a +promise; he had been totally untrammeled by sympathy for +its purpose or its beneficiaries. He had spared the Pennimans +for a score of years; he had not written a book, no, not +so much as an epitaph upon any of them until two decades +had yellowed the latest of their tombs. It had been a +hellish bore, but now he was glad he had refrained. The +long and lenten abstinence from revenge had but given +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</span> +edge to his appetite and sharpened his powers to austere +perfection.</p> + +<p>Gideon drew a dozen slim and pointed pencils from a +drawer of the desk; upon its dark-amber surface he placed +a formidable pile of copy paper. The book loomed before +his happy contemplation, tremendous, Protean, monstrous, +yet alluring. A book, but not alone a book; a mighty chase, +a dexterous unmasking, a trial, and an execution. And +Gideon, at once Justice incarnate and the instrument of +Justice, Gideon must be both judge and executioner. The +book was to be a headsman’s ax, savage, medieval, elegant, +and efficient. Then, picturing a row of Penniman faces +upon the spikes of Temple Bar, Gideon smiled a slight +abstemious smile.</p> + +<p>Apart from fancies, however charming, the facts were +these; he reviewed them swiftly, leaning back luxuriously +in a chair whose polished curves were as velvet to his +neuralgic bones. The book was a debt to his own soul, long +overdue, heavy with accretion of interest. He had waited, +for Millicent’s darling and ridiculous sake, until all kith +and kin of hers were moldered into complete indifference. +She had desired to shield them from anger and annoyance, +for surely their fatted, gelded souls were incapable of pain; +she had interposed her threadbare little body between their +torpor and his vengeance. Very well; it had been so, but +now he would remember it all, and set it down, and verily +the page should shrivel beneath the fire of his revelation. +Though they skulked in their sepulchers, shrouded in this +their last cowardice, he would burn them out of oblivion; the +flame of their destruction should ascend forever, purified +and fervent, sweet in the nostrils of the brave. He would +tell the tale; he would release that holy indignation which +for so long had made his heart a fever.</p> + +<p>Milly—that foolish nickname wherein her family, with +characteristic impertinence, had clothed the golden pallor +of her girlhood! If Gideon pronounced her name, he enriched +the vowels with a foreign inflection which made it +more Melisande than Millicent. That was her proper appellation, +that long soft veil of sound, fitting her sallow-flaxen +beauty with an enduring garment. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</span></p> + +<p>She, who had lain so long asleep in his heart, should be +brought forth once more into the wide, bright chamber of +his mind; he would look at her in the unpitying glare of +that illumination. She would stand, willowy and disarming, +lovely and ineffectual, beside the solid, stolid forms of +her murderers, the Pennimans. Gideon would look at +them all; the Pennimans would tremble and grow pale, they +would even grow thin perhaps; Millicent would smile. It +would not be the smile of her later days, painted narrow +and colorless by despair; it would be the smile of the +beginning, of hope and casual courage and unconsidered +joy. Gideon ground his teeth, thinking how the Pennimans +had destroyed her gaiety and trust. She had loved her +father and mother; she had even loved the unspeakable +Ambrose, with his long nose and liquid, languid eyes; by +love she had been broken and undone.</p> + +<p>Of course they had opposed the match; they were obstructive +by instinct and conviction, and Gideon, who had +refused to be a barrister in order to write for the lesser +journals, was sufficiently above them in family and below +them in fortune to irritate their every prejudice. His wit +inflamed their mental tissues like cayenne pepper; his +tongue was gall and vinegar. They resented his height and +were half afraid of his hair, which was never properly +brushed; he seemed an enigma designed to insult them; his +doing could not be other than wrong, but his mere being +was the radical error. Gideon knew that, and the reflection +soothed him; it meant that he had always, even without +trying, done his best to please them: his best must always +fail with the Pennimans, and he was glad he had not tried +too hard. Millicent had tried too hard, and, in foredoomed +endeavor, been destroyed.</p> + +<p>He had been a strange son-in-law for the Pennimans; he +had fluttered that dove-cote with a vengeance. Fat pigeons +they were, and Ambrose with the melting gaze of a turtle +above his little waistcoat’s curve. And Millicent among +them, white and fluttering, with her perpetual olive branch: +she was truly a dove!</p> + +<p>Without the Pennimans, pecking and obese, how far +might they not have flown together, Gideon and Millicent, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</span> +the falcon and the dove! God knew she had always wanted +to be free; God had known it all along, in fact, and that +was Gideon’s quarrel with God, second only to his quarrel +with the Pennimans. For the Deity, frequently invoked +by that pious family, had apparently been moved by their +flatteries rather than by Gideon’s dignified silence; God +had not saved Millicent even at the last minute: he had, +by allowing her to die, given her back to the Pennimans. +Gideon, who had never believed in God, found this impossible +to forgive; in his indignation he realized that he was a +Christian.</p> + +<p>The Pennimans, outrageous to the last, had always +blamed him for his wife’s death; they had pecked her into +shreds while he was cynically examining the Spanish-American +War. They had not even taken the trouble to cable +news of her illness; he had returned to find her <i lang="la">in extremis</i>. +Gideon was frantic; the Pennimans were sorrowful and +mildly complacent. They expressed surprise at his reappearance, +and disgust at what they were pleased to term +his neglect. Millicent had, apparently, been killed by the +absence of a husband whose presence had always, according +to the Pennimans, constituted a criminal menace to her +health and sanity. The bronze door of the Penniman vault +shut firmly upon her mortal remains; the family, in solemn +conclave, decided that Gideon was sailing for South Africa +with Milly’s blood upon his hands. Gideon knew that their +own hands were dabbled in her innocence.</p> + +<p>Gideon found the South African War a personal convenience, +but against the Pennimans he was very bitter, +and his amazing despatches, colored and brilliant with hate, +were only a partial relief to his feelings. He found it impossible +to dislike the Boers with the authentic fervor so +desirable in a special correspondent; quite deliberately he +dipped his pen into his private gall before writing, and his +passionate loathing for a respectable family at Wimbledon +fired half England to a pure flame of patriotism. But it +was all very unsatisfactory and rather troublesome, this +inner pretense that Cronje and Wessels were in reality Mrs. +Penniman and Ambrose. His despatches were devoured +raw by the popular appetite, but he himself went hungry; +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</span> +he starved for his revenge. Gideon, remembering those +days, laughed heartily. How fierce he had been, and how +frustrate!</p> + +<p>The sunlight fell across his dusky golden desk, and still +he remembered, and did not write. That was twenty-five +years ago, and this was England, and he was old, but neither +frustrate nor starving. The Gideon of the Transvaal had +been a widowed Gideon of forty-odd, bereaved and raging—a +Gideon who had but just observed the wife of his romantic +youth go down to the grave shrunken to premature decay, +quenched in body and soul, the clear flame withered, the +bright stem trodden underfoot. For a long and parching +term of years he had beheld her obliquely in the flawed +mirror of her dying face; later he had shut his eyes while +she slept in his heart. Now he looked at her again, in the +cool and blessed light of these windows, in the peace of this +quiet room; she was a girl again, and beautiful. But Millicent +had always been beautiful.</p> + +<p>It was the other Pennimans who had been ugly; how +ugly he shuddered to recall. He drew a packet of papers +toward him. These were photographs of the criminals, +letters from Milly, letters from Ambrose, his own wild +scrawls. Gideon adjusted his spectacles.</p> + + +<h4><abbr title="Three">III</abbr></h4> + +<p>At seven o’clock Caroline lit the lamp; it was a pale unluminous +yellow against the western window-panes, where +rose color was fading. Half an hour later she placed a +small tray at Gideon’s elbow; the noiseless hand was also +skilful, for the cutlet was done to a turn, the coffee superlative. +Gideon ate and drank, thanking the stars now set in +chrysoprase above the apple trees. At nine he put down +the last of the letters, and, lifting one of the photographs, +examined it intently. A curious trembling seized him; he +appeared a prey to obscure emotions, and his face was +visibly convulsed.</p> + +<p>The picture, a highly glazed <i lang="fr">carte-de-visite</i> of the eighties, +showed a family group augmented by one stranger: it +showed, clearly enough, the four Pennimans and Gideon. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</span> +There, seated side by side, were old Joseph and his wife; +at their feet was Ambrose; behind them, poised as if for +flight, the less substantial forms of Gideon and Millicent +wavered against a painted frieze of foliage. The faces were +remarkably distinct—distinct as the golden syllables of +Harrogate bitten into grayish cardboard below them.</p> + +<p>The photograph completed at a single shattering blow the +annihilation of Gideon’s hard-won calm. The tears poured +from his eyes upon the glassy countenance of Ambrose +while Gideon laughed and laughed.</p> + +<p>Here, presented upon a little slip of grimy cardboard, +was the whole stupendous farce; the farce was here reduced +to such miniature proportions that the human eye +could grasp it and the human understanding contain it +without effort. During the last three hours, while letter +after letter passed into the relentless illumination of his +mind, Gideon had gradually perceived the outlines of this +farce; they were at first too huge for his comprehension. +But now, under the complacent glow of the lamp, the picture +made them very plain, very clear and definite.</p> + +<p>The Pennimans were funny, and he was a fool. They +had always been funny, and he had always been a blazing +fool not to see it. They were harmless and absurd; anyone +with eyes in his head could see that now. Joseph was +funny and innately charming; a perfect Cruikshank portrait +of a blustering, heavy father born fifty years too late. +Mrs. Penniman was funny and pathetic and rather a dear; +yes, she was entirely a dear, with her cotton-wool hair and +her face like a frightened baby’s. And Ambrose was funny, +and—well, Ambrose was enormously funny; Gideon left it +at that. As for Millicent and Gideon, they were funniest +of all; they were, he realized, tremendous.</p> + +<p>There was Milly—and oh, how right the Pennimans had +been to call her Milly! There she was, in her famous green +silk frock from Liberty’s, looking like a Du Maurier drawing +executed not in ink, but in China tea, the sweet little +ghost of a Du Maurier drawing. How sweet she looked, +and how extraordinarily silly! Yes, of course, that was the +word; that was precisely it—silly Milly, adorably silly +Milly, clinging to the arm of her devoted young husband. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</span> +To the stalwart arm? Perhaps not quite to the stalwart +arm, but at least to the protecting arm of a fiercely possessive +Gideon in the first of all the black cloaks, with the +biggest and blackest of all the sombreros pulled down over +smoldering eyes, whose expression was accurately compounded +of love for his bride and haughty malevolence for +the rest of the world. Which meant, mostly, the Pennimans. +No wonder poor Ambrose lifted his own eyes in +alarm to the face of his tall brother-in-law.</p> + +<p>Was it possible that he had ever believed himself a suitable +husband for that delightful little idiot in green silk +and Italian corals who was so obviously made of pink sugar +candy? Both sun and rain must inevitably melt the pretty +creature; the chills and ardors of common life must reduce +her to crumbs of sugary dust. Brittle and soft and sweet, +Milly was always sweet. Oh, he had loved her right enough, +and she had loved him; but Milly had loved every one, and +Gideon had loved no one but Milly.</p> + +<p>Was it possible that he had ever expected the Pennimans +to understand his plans, his ambitions, for Milly and himself? +He laughed again to remember the mixture of frigid +courtesy and contempt with which he had invariably met +their suggestions and advice. He might as well have worn +a black mask in addition to the outrageous sombrero for +all he had ever let them see of his thoughts or intensities of +feeling. Not that it mattered; he was such piercing vinegar +to their emollient oil. It was nobody’s fault: they were all +of them good and kind; Milly was an angel, a sugar angel; +and the young, thin, eager Gideon no more than an impulsive +and infatuated fool. What a fool he had been to +burden himself with such confectionery! What a fool she +had been to entrust herself to his hot and sticky grasp! It +was a miracle that they had survived so long in each other’s +strange company.</p> + +<p>Gideon again bent his falcon gaze upon the photograph, +and his laughter was quenched in pity. The people in the +picture were all so ridiculous and serious and profoundly +innocent, and now he might laugh at them as much as he +liked. He could never laugh with them, and it was nobody’s +fault. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</span></p> + +<p>And the book? Gone, like a gorgeous thundercloud, +tiger-streaked, into profound oblivion. Dead, like the +Pennimans, who, in its death, were prodigally revenged.</p> + +<p>Gideon stooped, and set a match to the fire. It flew +upward like a sanguine flower, and the room was roseate +instead of amber-yellow in the lamplight. Its colors glowed +from new planes and facets; its shapes were subtly altered +and enhanced. Caroline came in quietly with the whisky +and soda.</p> + +<p>Presently Gideon rose, and lit his pipe. A tall and solitary +figure, he stood gazing into the lambent mystery of the +fire; he sighed gently.</p> + +<p>“I suppose I shall have to learn to dislike my neighbors,” +he told himself in a low voice. “One might write a grim +realistic novel about those squat dark people at Skatt’s +Farm.”</p> + +<p>But at the back of his mind was a sick conviction that +they were probably quite pleasant, harmless people, and +after a little while he took his candlestick from the hall +table and went upstairs to bed.</p> + +<p>He jumped very quickly between the cool sheets, and fell +asleep trying hard to hate the squat dark people at Skatt’s +Farm. But the dreadful part of it was that Gideon could +not hate them. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</span></p> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + + +<div class="footnote"><p class="unindent"><a id="Footnote_20_20" href="#FNanchor_20_20" class="label">[20]</a> Copyright, 1925, by The Century Company.<br> +Copyright, 1926, by Elinor Wylie.</p></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</span> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_YEARBOOK_OF_THE_AMERICAN"> + THE YEARBOOK OF THE AMERICAN + SHORT STORY + <br> + OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</h2> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</span></p> +</div> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ABBREVIATIONS"> + ABBREVIATIONS + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="center"><abbr title="One">I.</abbr> PERIODICALS</p> + +<table> +<colgroup> + <col span="1" style="width: 25em;"> + <col span="1" style="width: 45em;"> +</colgroup> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>A. 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(New York.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gol.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Golden Book.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Guar. (Am.)</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Guardian. (Philadelphia.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>H. C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hue and Cry. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Harp. B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Harper’s Bazaar.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Harp. M.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Harper’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hear</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hearst’s International.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hol.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Holland’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>I. A.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Inter-America.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>I. L. M.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Iowa Literary Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Ind.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Independent.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Int.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">International Book Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Int. Arts</i></td> +<td class="tdh">International Arts.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>J. F.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Jewish Forum.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>J. T.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Jewish Tribune.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>L. H. J.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Ladies’ Home Journal.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>L. Rev.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Literary Review of the New York Evening Post.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Leonardo</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Leonardo.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Lit. R.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Little Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Liv. A.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Living Age.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Ly.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Liberty.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>McC.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">McClure’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>McCall</i></td> +<td class="tdh">McCall’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>MacF.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">MacFadden Fiction-Lover’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>MacL.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">MacLean’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Men. J.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Menorah Journal.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mid.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Midland.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mod. Q.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Modern Quarterly.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mod. R.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Modern Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mun.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Munsey’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>N. A. Rev.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">North American Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>N. Rep.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New Republic.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>N. Y. Sun</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New York Sun.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>N. Y. Times</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New York Times Book Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>N. Y. Trib.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New York Herald-Tribune.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Nat. (N. Y.)</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Nation. (New York.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O. R.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Open Road.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Opp.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Opportunity.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Outl.(N. Y.)</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Outlook. (New York.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Pear. (Am.)</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Pearson’s Magazine. (Chicago.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Pict. R.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Pictorial Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Pop.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Popular Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Red. Bk.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Red Book Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Rev.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Reviewer.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>S. E. P.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Saturday Evening Post.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>S. S.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Smart Set. (New York.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>S. W.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Southwest Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sat. R.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Saturday Review of Literature. (New York.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Scan</i></td> +<td class="tdh">American-Scandinavian Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Scr.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Scribner’s Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sea.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Sea Stories Magazine.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sh. St.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Short Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Strat.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Stratford Monthly.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sun.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Sunset Magazine. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Tr.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Transatlantic Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Tri.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Trident.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>V. F.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Vanity Fair.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Va.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Virginia Quarterly Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>W. H. C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Woman’s Home Companion.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>W. M.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Worker’s Monthly.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>W. T.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Weird Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>W. W.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Woman’s World.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>W. Tom.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">World Tomorrow.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Wave</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Wave.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>World</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New York World.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Y. I.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Young Israel.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><i>Yale</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Yale Review.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">(161)</td> +<td class="tdh">Page 161.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">(2:161)</td> +<td class="tdh">Volume 2, Page 161.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center"><abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> BOOKS</p> + +<table> +<colgroup> + <col span="1" style="width: 35em;"> + <col span="1" style="width: 35em;"> +</colgroup> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Aces</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Aces.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Aces B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">More Aces.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Aiken</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Aiken. Bring! Bring!</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Arlen C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Arlen. Mayfair.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Aumonier C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Aumonier. Overheard.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Austin B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Austin. “13.”</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Austin C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Austin. William Austin, the Creator of Peter Rugg.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Barbey</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Barbey d’Aurevilly. The Diaboliques.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Becke C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Becke. Yorke the Adventurer.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Bennett</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Bennett. Elsie and the Child.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Bierce C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Bierce. The Monk and the Hangman’s Daughter.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Boyd B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Boyd. Points of Honor.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Bramah B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Bramah. The Specimen Case. (English edition.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Buck</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Buck. Afterglow.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Busch</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Busch. Selected Czech Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Cabell E.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Cabell. Straws and Prayer-Books.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Child B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Child. Fresh Waters.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Cobb F.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Cobb. Alias Ben Alibi.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Colette</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Colette. Cats, Dogs and I.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Connell C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Connell. Variety.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Conrad B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Conrad. Tales of Hearsay.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Contact</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Contact Collection of Contemporary Writers.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Coppard C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Coppard. Fishmonger’s Fiddle.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Copy B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Copy, 1925.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Corvo</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Corvo. In His Own Image.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Cotton</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Cotton. Wall-Eyed Caesar’s Ghost.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Dargan</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Dargan. Highland Annals.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Eaton A.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Eaton. The Best Continental Short Stories of 1923–24.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Eaton B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Eaton. The Best French Short Stories of 1923–24.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Finger C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Finger. Bushrangers. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Flaubert</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Flaubert. Three Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Fox</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Fox. Il Conte.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Freeman</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Freeman. The Freeman Book.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>French K.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">French. Great Sea Stories. Second Series.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Galsworthy D.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Galsworthy. Caravan. (English Edition.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Georgian C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Georgian Stories, 1925.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gobineau</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Gobineau. Five Oriental Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gonzales A.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Gonzales. The Captain.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gonzales B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Gonzales. Laguerre.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gorky D.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Gorky. Story of a Novel.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Gray</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Gray, “Dawgs.”</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Harper</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Harper. Harper Prize Short Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hartley</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hartley. Night Fears.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Harwood</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Harwood. Judgment Eve. (English edition.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hastings</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hastings, Clough, and Mason. Short Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hearn B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hearn. Japanese Fairy Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hemingway B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hemingway. In Our Time.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Herrick</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Herrick. Wanderings.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Howard</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Howard. Three Flights Up.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Hummel</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Hummel. Subsoil.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Humphrey A.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Humphrey. The Best Love Stories of 1924.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Ibáñez B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Blasco Ibáñez. The Old Woman of the Movies.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Jacqueline</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Jacqueline, and other Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Jewett</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Jewett. Best Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Komroff</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Komroff. Komroff. The Grace of Lambs.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Kuprin C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Kuprin. Gambrinus.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Lawrence C.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Lawrence. St. Mawr.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Lynch</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Lynch. The Best Ghost Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Macardle</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Macardle. Earth-Bound.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Machen B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Machen. The Shining Pyramid.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mann</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Mann. Death in Venice.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mansfield D.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Mansfield. The Little Girl.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Maupassant J.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Maupassant. The Horla.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Maupassant K.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Maupassant. Saint Anthony.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Mayne B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Mayne. Inner Circle. (English Edition.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>New Dec. D.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">New Decameron. Volume 4.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Newman</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Newman. The Short Story’s Limitations.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O’Brien L.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O’Brien and Cournos. The Best British Short Stories of 1924.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O’Brien M.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O’Brien and Cournos. The Best British Short Stories of 1925.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O’Brien N.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O’Brien. The Best Short Stories of 1924.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O’Flaherty</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O’Flaherty. Spring Sowing. (English edition.)</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Ogawa</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Ogawa. Rose and Witch and other Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>O’Shaughnessy</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O’Shaughnessy. Married Life.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Osip</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Flying Osip: Stories of New Russia.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Peterkin</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Peterkin. Green Thursday.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Pilniak</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Pilniak. Tales of the Wilderness.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Poole B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Poole. The Little Dark Man.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Prize F.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">O. Henry Memorial Award. Prize Stories of 1924. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Remizov</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Remizov. The Clock.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Rhys B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Rhys and Dawson-Scott. Twenty-Three Stories by Twenty and Three Authors.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Rice</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Rice. Winners and Losers.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Robinson</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Robinson. Contemporary Short Stories.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sackville-<br> West B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Sackville-West. Seducers in Ecuador.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Seitz</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Seitz. Monogatari.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Sitwell</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Sitwell. Triple Fugue.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Smith</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Smith. The Little Karoo.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Squire</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Squire. The Grub Street Nights’ Entertainment.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Street B.</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Street. Mr. Bisbee’s Princess.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Van Dyke</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Van Dyke. Half-Told Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Verga</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Verga. Little Novels of Sicily.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Verhaeren</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Verhaeren. Five Tales.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>Watson</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Grant Watson. Innocent Desires.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl vlt"><i>World</i></td> +<td class="tdh">Johnston. The World’s Best Short Stories of 1925.</td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</span> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ADDRESSES_OF_MAGAZINES"> + ADDRESSES OF MAGAZINES<br> + PUBLISHING SHORT STORIES + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="center"><abbr title="One">I.</abbr> <span class="smcap">American Magazines</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li>Adventure, Spring and Macdougal Streets, New York City.</li> + <li>Ainslee’s Magazine, 79 Seventh Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>All’s Well, Gayeta Lodge, Fayetteville, Ark.</li> + <li>American Boy, 142 Lafayette Boulevard, Detroit, Mich.</li> + <li>American Hebrew, 19 West 44th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>American Magazine, 250 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>American Mercury, 730 Fifth Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>American-Scandinavian Review, 25 West 45th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Argosy All-Story Weekly, 280 Broadway, New York City.</li> + <li>Asia, 627 Lexington Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Atlantic Monthly, 8 Arlington Street, Boston, Mass.</li> + <li>Blue Book Magazine, 36 South State Street, Chicago, Ill.</li> + <li>Bookman, 244 Madison Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Catholic World, 120 West 60th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Century Magazine, 353 Fourth Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Charm, 50 Bank Street, Newark, N. J.</li> + <li>Chicago Tribune, Chicago, Ill.</li> + <li>Collier’s Weekly, 250 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Cosmopolitan, 119 West 40th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Country Gentleman, Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pa.</li> + <li>Delineator, Spring and Macdougal Streets, New York City.</li> + <li>Designer, 12 Vandam Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Dial, 152 West 13th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Double Dealer, 810 Baronne Street, New Orleans, La.</li> + <li>Echo, 1837 Champa Street, Denver, Colorado.</li> + <li>Elks’ Magazine, 50 East 42d Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Everybody’s Magazine, Spring and Macdougal Streets, New York City.</li> + <li>Farm and Fireside, 250 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Forum, 247 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Frontier, Garden City, Long Island, N. Y.</li> + <li>Good Housekeeping, 119 West 40th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Guardian, 720 Locust Street, Philadelphia, Pa.</li> + <li>Harper’s Bazar, 119 West 40th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Harper’s Magazine, 49 East 33d Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Holland’s Magazine, Dallas, Texas.</li> + <li>Hue and Cry, Woodstock, N. Y. (In summer months only.)</li> + <li>Independent, 9 Arlington Street, Boston, Mass.</li> + <li>International Arts, 3 Christopher Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Jewish Tribune, Marbridge Building, New York City.</li> + <li>Ladies’ Home Journal, Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pa. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</span></li> + <li>Liberty, 247 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Little Review, 27 West 8th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>McCall’s Magazine, 236 West 37th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>McClure’s Magazine, 80 Lafayette Street, New York City.</li> + <li>MacLean’s Magazine, 143 University Avenue, Toronto, Ont., Canada.</li> + <li>Menorah Journal, 167 West 13th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Midland, Care of Mr. John T. Frederick, Iowa City, Iowa.</li> + <li>Modern Quarterly, 318 North Exeter Street, Baltimore, Md.</li> + <li>Munsey’s Magazine, 280 Broadway, New York City.</li> + <li>New Republic, 421 West 21st Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Open Road, 284 Boylston Street, Boston, Mass.</li> + <li>Opportunity, 127 East 23d Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Outlook, 381 Fourth Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Pearson’s Magazine, 157 East Ohio Street, Chicago, Ill.</li> + <li>Pictorial Review, 216 West 39th Street, New York City.</li> + <li>Popular Magazine, 79 Seventh Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Red Book Magazine, North American Building, Chicago, Ill.</li> + <li>Reviewer, Chapel Hill, N. C.</li> + <li>Saturday Evening Post, Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pa.</li> + <li>Scribner’s Magazine, 597 Fifth Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Sea Stories Magazine, 79 Seventh Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Short Stories, Garden City, Long Island, N. Y.</li> + <li>Southwest Review, Dallas, Texas.</li> + <li>Sunset, 460 Fourth Street, San Francisco, Cal.</li> + <li>Woman’s Home Companion, 250 Park Avenue, New York City.</li> + <li>Woman’s World, 107 South Clinton Street, Chicago, Ill.</li> + <li>World Tomorrow, 104 East 9th Street, New York City.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center"> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> <span class="smcap">British and Irish Magazines</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li>Adelphi, 18 York Buildings, Adelphi, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Blackwood’s Magazine, 37 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Blue Magazine, 115 Fleet Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Bystander, Graphic Buildings, Whitefriars, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Calendar, 1 Featherstone Buildings, High Holborn, London, W. C. 1.</li> + <li>Cassell’s Magazine, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Chamber’s Journal, 38 Soho Square, London, W. C. 1.</li> + <li>Colour Magazine, 53 Victoria Street, London, S. W. 1.</li> + <li>Corner Magazine, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Cornhill Magazine, 50a Albemarle Street, London, W. 1.</li> + <li>Coterie, 68 Red Lion Street, London, W. C. 1.</li> + <li>Criterion, 24 Russell Square, London, W. C. 1.</li> + <li>Dublin Magazine, 2–5 Wellington Quay, Dublin, Irish Free State.</li> + <li>Empire Review, Macmillan and Co., Ltd., St. Martin’s Street, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>English Life, 9 East Harding Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>English Review, 4 Dean’s Yard, Westminster, London, S. W. 1.</li> + <li>Eve, Great New Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Fortnightly Review, 11 Henrietta Street, London, W. C. 2. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</span></li> + <li>G. K.’s Weekly, 20–21 Essex Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Gaiety, 10 Adam Street, Adelphi, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Grand Magazine, 8–11 Southampton Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Graphic, Graphic Buildings, Whitefriars, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Green Magazine, Fleetway House, Farringdon Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Happy Magazine, 8 Southampton Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Home Magazine, 8 Southampton Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Hutchinson’s Adventure Story Magazine, 34–36 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Hutchinson’s Magazine, 34–36 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Hutchinson’s Mystery Story Magazine, 34–36 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Illustrated London News, 172 Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Irish Statesman, 84 Merrion Square, Dublin, Irish Free State.</li> + <li>John o’ London’s Weekly, 8 Southampton Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>London Magazine, Fleetway House, Farringdon Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>London Mercury, 229 Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Manchester Guardian, 3 Cross Street, Manchester, England.</li> + <li>Nash’s and Pall Mall Magazine, 1 Amen Corner, Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Nation and Athenæum, 10 Adelphi Terrace, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>New Age, 38 Cursitor Street, Chancery Lane, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>New Leader, Napier House, 24–27 High Holborn, W. C. 1.</li> + <li>New Magazine, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>New Statesman, 10 Great Queen Street, Kingsway, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Novel Magazine, 18 Henrietta Street, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Outlook, 167 Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Outward Bound, Edinburgh House, 2 Eaton Gate, London, S. W. 1.</li> + <li>Pearson’s Magazine, 17 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Premier, Fleetway House, Farringdon Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Queen, Bream’s Buildings, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Quiver, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Red Magazine, Fleetway House, Farringdon Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Romance, Long Acre, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Royal Magazine, 17 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Saturday Review, 10 King Street, Covent Garden, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Sketch, 172 Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Sovereign Magazine, 34–36 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Spectator, 13 York Street, Covent Garden, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Sphere, Great New Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Story-Teller, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Strand Magazine, 8–11 Southampton Street, Strand, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>T. P.’s and Cassell’s Weekly, La Belle Sauvage, Ludgate Hill, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Tatler, 6 Great New Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Time and Tide, 88 Fleet Street, London, E. C. 4. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</span></li> + <li>Truth, 10 Bolt Court, Fleet Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>20-Story Magazine, Long Acre, London, W. C. 2.</li> + <li>Weekly Westminister, 12 Cursitor Street, Chancery Lane, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Windsor Magazine, Warwick House, Salisbury Square, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Woman, 34–36 Paternoster Row, London, E. C. 4.</li> + <li>Yellow Magazine, Fleetway House, Farringdon Street, London, E. C. 4.</li> +</ul> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BIOGRAPHICAL_ROLL_OF_HONOR"> + THE BIOGRAPHICAL ROLL OF HONOR + OF AMERICAN SHORT STORIES + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span> <i>Only stories by American authors are listed. The index +figures 1 to 11 prefixed to the name of the author indicate the last +Roll of Honor in which his work has been included. The figure 1 +refers to 1914, the figure 2 to 1915, etc. The Roll of Honor for +1914 appeared in the volume for 1915. The list excludes reprints.</i></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Adams, David Ernest.</span> Born in Wilton, New Hampshire, 1891. +Educated at Phillips-Andover Academy and Dartmouth College. +Graduate of Union Theological Seminary. Married. Congregational +Minister. Lives in Ware, Massachusetts.</p> + +<p class="indent5">“Truth is Stranger——.”</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Aiken, Conrad</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Disciple.<br> + Last Visit.<br> + Strange Moonlight. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) “<span class="smcap">Alexander, Sandra.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Mildred Alexander Lewis.</span>) (<i>For +biography, see 1923.</i>)</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Gift. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Anderson, Sherwood</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Meeting South.<br> + Return. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(6) <span class="smcap">Andrews, Mary Raymond Shipman</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Passing the Torch. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Anthony, Joseph.</span> Born New York, 1897. B. A., Columbia, 1917. +Author: “Rekindled Fires,” 1918; “The Gang,” 1921; “The Golden +Village,” 1924. Began as reporter for the <cite>Newark Evening News</cite>, +then went into publishing work with Harper and Brothers, the +National Association of Book Publishers and the Century Company. +Spent two years in London, 1921–23, as manager of Century +Company’s foreign office. All writing done in intervals +between various jobs. Lives in New York City.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Kill or Cure. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Asch, Nathan</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Gertrude Donovan. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</span></p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Beede, Ivan</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Haywired.<br> + Storm. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(3) <span class="smcap">Benefield, Barry.</span> “Was born in a little, old mellow town +in northeast Texas—oh, yes, there are old towns in Texas—by +name Jefferson, in the piney woods, against the Louisiana border. +There was some studying at school, much hunting and fishing +down the bayou, a little teaching in the country districts, and +then an ambitious leap to the State University at Austin. Followed +newspaper work on <cite>The Dallas</cite> (Texas) <cite>News</cite> and on <cite>The +New York Times</cite>. Thus prepared, he began writing advertisements +and magazine fiction—mixed diet of what is called, foolishly, +romance and realism. The record to date is some forty or fifty +short stories, thousands of columns of advertisements and one +novel, ‘The Chicken-Wagon Family.’ Works in New York City +(advertisements), lives in Peekskill, New York (fiction).”</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Blocker Locke.<br> + Fiery Sweetness in the Air.<br> + Guard of Honor. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Benét, Stephen Vincent</span> (<i>for biography, see 1920</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Harrigan’s Head. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Bercovici, Konrad</span> (<i>for biography, see 1920</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Beggar of Alcazar.<br> + Flood.<br> + Law of the River.<br> + Millstones.<br> + Steel Against Steel.<br> + Storm.<br> + Tinsel.<br> + Vineyard. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Biddle, Francis B.</span> Born in Paris, 1886. Educated at Groton +School, Harvard College, and the Harvard Law School. Formerly +private secretary to Mr. Justice Holmes of the United States +Supreme Court. Now Assistant United States Attorney in Philadelphia, +where he is also engaged in private law practice.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Aunt Jane’s Sofa. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Brown, Kenneth Irving.</span> Born in Brooklyn, New York, 1896. Educated +at Rochester public schools and the University of Rochester. +In naval service during the war. Ph.D. Harvard University, 1924. +Has had travelling fellowship from Harvard University. Now +professor of Biblical literature at Stephens College, Columbia, +Missouri. “‘The Christmas Guest’ relates an actual occurrence, +but the background has been changed from Greece to Colombia. +During the war I was for a time on a merchant vessel carrying +Government cargoes. On one trip we brought home a load of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</span> +lumber from the forests of Colombia, and during the course of +that loading I visited the lumber camp described in the story.”</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Christmas Guest. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Burt, Maxwell Struthers</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Beauty and the Blantons. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Burtis, Thomson.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Man-Made Mutiny. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(5) <span class="smcap">Butler, Ellis Parker</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Idealist. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(3) “<span class="smcap">Byrne, Donn.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Bryan Oswald Donn-Byrne.</span>) Born in +New York City, 1889. Educated at University College, Dublin, +and in Paris and Leipzig. Married. Author: “Stories Without +Women,” 1915; “Stranger’s Banquet,” 1919; “The Foolish Matron,” +1920; “The Woman God Changed,” 1921; “Messer Marco Polo,” +1921; “The Wind Bloweth,” 1922; “The Changeling,” 1923; +“Blind Raftery,” 1924; “An Untitled Story,” 1925. Lives at +Riverside, Connecticut.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Blue Waves of Tory. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Cabell, James Branch</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Above Paradise.<br> + Mathematics of Gonfal. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Carver, Ada Jack.</span> Born in Natchitoches, Louisiana. Educated at +the Louisiana Normal College, Judson College, and Columbia +University. Married. Won first prize in the third short story +contest held by Harper’s Magazine in 1924. Lives in Louisiana.</p> + +<p class="indent5">Redbone.</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Clark, Valma.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + “Service.” +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Cobb, Irvin S.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Nobody Sees the Waiter’s Face.<br> + Principle of the Thing.<br> + Standing Room Only. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Cohen, Bella</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Laugh.<br> + Yetta’s Fella. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Corley, Donald</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Manacles of Youth. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Crowell, Chester T.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Devil Born in Them.<br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</span> + Giovanni and the Goddess.<br> + Mary Fisher’s Philosophy.<br> + Pariah. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Dell, Floyd</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum.” +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Dickenson, May Freud.</span> Born in San Francisco. Educated in New +York public schools and at Hunter College. Went on the stage +and later married a mining engineer. Has lived in Alaska, Ontario, +and India. Now lives in New York City.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Mouse. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Dingle, Aylward E.</span> Born in Oxford, England, 1874. Went to sea +in 1899 as apprentice in a sailing ship. Served at sea twenty-two +years, during that time rising to command of square-riggers +and steamers. Served in Boxer Rebellion and Boer War. Began +writing in 1915. Is author of two novels and several hundred +short stories. Lives in Bermuda, but spends all possible time +cruising in a seventeen-ton schooner, “Gauntlet,” wherever fancy +beckons.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Blow the Man Down.<br> + Bound for Rio Grande. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Dobie, Charles Caldwell</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Arrested Moment.<br> + Elder Brother.<br> + Hands of the Enemy. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Dreiser, Theodore</span> (<i>for biography, see 1919</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Glory Be! McGlathery. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Dudley, Walbridge.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Harvest. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Fagin, N. Bryllion.</span> “I am thirty-three years old. Married. I +have been errand boy, drug clerk, factory worker, government +clerk at Washington, lecturer and college professor. I have +received my education in the public and private evening schools +of New York, at Michigan State College, at Chicago, Columbia, +George Washington and Johns Hopkins universities. My first +paid contribution appeared in the <cite>Atlantic Monthly</cite> in 1918. +My name did not appear. Since then I have contributed prose +and verse to many magazines, popular and unpopular.” ‘Short +Story Writing: An Art or a Trade?’ (Seltzer), 1923. A volume +of youthful storiettes, ‘Of Love and Other Trifles’ (Rossi-Bryn), +1925. I live in Baltimore.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Buttoned Up. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Fisher, Rudolph.</span> Born in Washington, D. C., 1897. Educated in +Providence public schools and at Brown University. Graduate of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</span> +the Medical School of Harvard University, 1924. Married. Now +engaged in medical research at Columbia University, as Fellow of +the National Research Council.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + City of Refuge. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Fitzgerald, F. Scott</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Absolution. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Gale, Zona</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923)</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Dime. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Gerould, Katharine Fullerton</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Army with Banners. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Gilkyson, Walter</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922)</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Coward’s Castle. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Graeve, Oscar</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922)</i>.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Ferry Boat. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Green, Paul.</span> Born on a farm near Lillington, North Carolina. Has +written stories, sketches, and plays of a section of the Cape Fear +River country which he calls Little Bethel. At present, he is +editor of The Reviewer and a member of the faculty of the +University of North Carolina. Lives at Chapel Hill, North +Carolina.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Man Who Died at Twelve O’Clock. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(2) <span class="smcap">Gregg, Frances.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Hunch-Back. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Hackett, Francis.</span> Born in Kilkenny, Ireland, 1883. Educated at +Clongowes Wood College, Kildare. Married. Came to America in +1900. Newspaper work in Chicago, 1906–09. Editor, Chicago +Evening Post Literary Review, 1909–11. Associate Editor, New +Republic, 1914–22. Author: “Ireland, a Study in Nationalism,” +1918; “Horizons,” 1918; “The Invisible Censor,” 1920; “The Story +of the Irish Nation,” 1922; “Candor,” 1924. Lives in Paris.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Unshapely Things. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Hall, James Norman.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Forgotten One. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Hecht, Ben</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Lindro the Great. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Hemingway, Ernest.</span> Born Oak Park, Illinois. Married. +Reporter on Kansas City Star before the War. Served on Italian +Front during the War. Wounded, Croce di Guerra. Medaglia +D’Argento, Valore Militare. Newspaper man in Europe since +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</span> +1921. Written short stories since 1916. Amateur boxer and +bull fighter. Author: “In Our Time,” 1925. Long story, “The +Bull Ring,” translated and published serially in Der Querschnitt, +1925. Lives in Paris.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Cross-Country Snow.<br> + Doctor and the Doctor’s Wife.<br> + Mr. and Mrs. Elliot.<br> +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Hibben, Paxton.</span> Born in Indianapolis, 1880. Educated at Princeton +and Harvard. F. R. G. S., F. A. G. S. Admitted to bar, but has +not practiced law. United States Diplomatic Service, 1905–1912. +Secretary International Tribunal of Arbitration at The Hague, +1910. Candidate for Congress, 1914. War correspondent, Collier’s +Weekly and Associated Press, 1914–1917; Leslie’s Weekly, 1920–1921. +Special correspondent in Russia and Near East of Chicago +Tribune, London Daily Chronicle, L’Humanité and United Press. +Enlisted as private in United States Army in 1917; captain, 1919; +served at G. H. Q., A. E. F. Decorated: Orders of St. Stanislas of +Russia, Redeemer of Greece, Sacred Treasure of Japan. Author: +“Constantine I and the Greek People”; “The Famine in Russia.” +Lives in Indianapolis.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Young Man with Great Possessions. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Houston, Margaret Belle.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Gold Picayune. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Howard, Sidney.</span> Born in Oakland, California, 1891. Educated at +the University of California. Studied play-writing at Harvard. +With the American Ambulance in France and later aviator with +the rank of captain. Since the War he has been on the staff +of Life, The New Republic, Collier’s Weekly, International, and +other magazines. Married. Author: “Swords” (play), 1921; +“Three Flights Up,” 1924; “Bewitched” (play in collaboration +with Edward Sheldon), 1924; “They Knew What They Wanted” +(play), 1924; “Lucky Sam McCarver” (play), 1925. Has translated +and adapted various European plays. Winner of Pulitzer +Prize. Lives in New York City.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Such Women as Ellen Steele. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(7) <span class="smcap">Hussey, L. M.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1920</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Conclusion.<br> + Reunion. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Jitro, William C. G.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Holiday. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Knowlton, Clarke</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Bridegroom. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Komroff, Manuel.</span> “Born in New York City in 1890 under +protest but in good humor. Tampered with schools and tried +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</span> +a college or two under the impression that education was the +mark of a gentleman. Discovered his mistake. Travelled far +across Siberia and parts of China, and edited an English newspaper +in Russia during the Revolution. Married an Englishwoman +in 1918 and tried to support her by doing editorial work +on newspapers.</p> + +<p class="hanging"> He began writing stories through sheer obstinacy and still has +the same wife he started with. His first stories appeared in +Reedy’s Mirror and The Dial after they had been rejected in +other places, and in the face of everything he still keeps on writing +when he finds time. He now works for a book publisher, but +has an agreeable nature though a sharp and quick tongue.</p> + +<p class="hanging"> In spite of his practical jokes his friends like him. He lives +like a fool and by so doing hopes to die a wise man.”</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Beating of the Reed.<br> + Grace of Lambs.<br> + How Does it Feel to be Free? +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Lardner, Ring W.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Haircut.<br> + Zone of Quiet. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Leech, Margaret Kernochan</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Little White Village. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Lehman, B. H.</span> Born 1889. Graduate, Harvard, A.B., Ph.D. Associate +Professor of English in the University of California. Married. +Lecturer and writer. Novel: “Wild Marriage,” 1925. +Residence, Berkeley, California.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Sons. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Lowell, Amy</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>). Died 1925.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Conversion of a Saint. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Marquand, John Phillips</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Old Man. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Marsh, Howard R.</span> Born at Milwaukee, Wisconsin, 1893. Educated +at University of Michigan. Publicity and article work, +1915–1920. Travels considerably. Lives at Jackson, Michigan, +and Redlands, California.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Rebellion. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(7) <span class="smcap">Mason, Grace Sartwell</span> (<i>for biography, see 1920</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Gray Spell. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Matheus, John F.</span> Born in Keyser, West Virginia, 1887. Childhood +passed in Steubenville, Ohio. Educated at Western Reserve +University and Columbia University. Professor of Romance languages +in the West Virginia Collegiate Institute since 1923. +Married. Has travelled widely. Lives at Institute, West Virginia.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Fog. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</span></p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Mathey, Fabyan.</span> Born in New Jersey, 1903. Educated at Princeton +and Columbia Universities. At various times in his life +has been lumberjack, longshoreman, and forest ranger. Is particularly +interested in music, painting, and French and Scandinavian +literature. Has been writing for two years—plays, poetry, +and stories. Lives at Cranford, New Jersey.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Sunday. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Montague, Margaret Prescott</span> (<i>for biography, see 1919</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Great Theme. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Moon, Lorna.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Wantin’ a Hand. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Morris, Lawrence S.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Apples of Gold or Pictures of Silver. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Mosley, Jefferson.</span> Born in Texas. Educated at South Western +University, Texas, and Oxford University. Former Rhodes scholar. +Taught physics at South Western University, 1912–15. Has been +in the Civil Service. Is now editor of research publication at +the United States Forest Products Laboratory, Madison, Wisconsin. +Won first prize in Forum short story contest, 1924.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Secret at the Crossroads. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Mullen, Kate.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Interval. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Nicholl, Louise Townsend</span> (<i>for biography, see 1919</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Green Ice. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(3) <span class="smcap">Norris, Kathleen.</span> Born in San Francisco, 1880. Educated +privately and at University of California. Married Charles G. +Norris, the novelist, 1909. Author: “Mother,” 1911; “The Rich +Mrs. Burgoyne,” 1912; “Poor Dear Margaret Kirby,” 1913; +“Saturday’s Child,” 1914; “The Story of Julia Page,” 1915; “The +Heart of Rachael,” 1916; “Martie, the Unconquered,” 1917; +“Undertow,” 1917; “Josslyn’s Wife,” 1918; “Sisters,” 1919; +“Harriet and the Piper,” 1920; “The Beloved Woman,” 1921; +“Certain People of Importance,” 1922; “Butterfly,” 1923; “The +Callahans and the Murphys,” 1924. Lives on Long Island.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Masterpiece. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(8) <span class="smcap">O’Higgins, Harvey J.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1919</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Love Story of a Silent Man. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Oppenheim, James</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Last Man. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Parsons, Alice Beale.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Love at 42 Altgeld Avenue. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</span></p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Peterkin, Julia</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Maum Lou.<br> + Sorcerer. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(6) <span class="smcap">Pratt, Lucy</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Dark Gate. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Pruette, Lorine.</span> “I was born in Tennessee, November 3, 1896. +At an early age I acquired the habit of going to school, and I +seem to have kept it up nearly ever since, finishing—I trust—with +a doctorate from Columbia University. My book, ‘Women and +Leisure, A Study of Social Waste,’ was published last year. I +have just completed a psychological biography of G. Stanley Hall, +and my next job is to write a book on Industrial Sociology. I +am one of the editors of ‘Industrial Psychology’ and have contributed +to various scientific journals. Writing stories and going +to the theatre are the chief joys of life. ‘Smile of Victory’ is my +third story to be published. My home is in New York City.”</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Smile of Victory. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Robbins, Tod</span> (<i>for biography, see 1921</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Bit of a Banshee. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Robin, Max</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Itzikil. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Robinson, Elsie.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Misunderstood Husband. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Robinson, Robert.</span> Born near Taylor, Texas, 1899. Educated in +Texas Public Schools and graduated at the University of Arkansas. +Has worked at a variety of occupations ranging from harvesting +to school teaching. At present engaged in recreation work as +boys’ supervisor at Mount Vernon, N. Y.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Ill Wind. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Shiffrin, A. B.</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Other Cheek.<br> + Trickle of Red. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Springer, Fleta Campbell</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Legend. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Stanley, May.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Elmer Brown Mason.</span>) Born in a pioneer +cabin on Puget Sound, Washington. “Never attended school, but +studied for a few months with an Oxford man when I was twelve +years old. He taught me more important things than mathematics +and history—to love trees and the sea and the books written +about them.” Newspaper worker since 1912, Washington and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</span> +Minnesota. Came to New York City in 1916, magazine work and +musical criticism. Author: “Fair Weather Cometh,” 1923. Lives +in New York City, but spends most of the time on the Maine +coast.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Old Man Ledge. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Steele, Wilbur Daniel</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Man Who Saw Through Heaven.<br> + Sauce for the Goose.<br> + Six Dollars.<br> + Thinker.<br> + When Hell Froze. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Suckow, Ruth</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Golden Wedding.<br> + Start in Life. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Tarkington, Booth</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Shanty.<br> + ’Thea Zell. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Taylor, Ellen Du Pois.</span> Born in Huron, South Dakota. Educated +at Huron College, South Dakota, and Northwestern University. +Has been a publisher’s proof reader, manager of the +Chicago Little Theatre, director of the Speakers’ Bureau of the +Illinois Council of Defense, and has worked with women in politics. +Lives at Chesterton, Indiana.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Calico. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(10) <span class="smcap">Toomer, Jean</span> (<i>for biography, see 1923</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Easter. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Venable, Edward Carrington</span> (<i>for biography, see 1921</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Lines on the Portrait of a Lady. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Vorse, Mary Heaton</span> (<i>for biography, see 1917</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Sand. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Waldman, Milton.</span> Born in Cleveland, Ohio, U. S. A., 1895. +Educated at Yale College, 1917. Journalist, New York and Cleveland. +Assistant editor London Mercury since February, 1924. +Author: “Americana,” 1925.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Home Town. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Wescott, Glenway</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + This Way Out. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Wharton, Edith</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Bewitched.<br> + Miss Mary Pask.<br> + Velvet Ear-Muffs. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</span></p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Whitman, Stephen French</span> (<i>for biography, see 1924</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + That Famous Love Affair. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(11) <span class="smcap">Williams, Ben Ames</span> (<i>for biography, see 1918</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Finished Story. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Willoughby, Barrett.</span> “I am an Alaskan, white, Irish, and a Miss +instead of a Mister. My first home was my father’s trading +schooner that cruised up and down the shores of Alaska. My +people now have a trading post in Alaska. I received my education +in a convent in the States, and from the traders, trappers, +Indians, explorers, scientists and sea-faring men who make of my +father’s store a sort of wilderness club in the winter. I wanted +to tell the world about my country and its people, so I borrowed +some money and came down to San Francisco to begin in 1920. +Went broke before my book was done. Became, for a year and +a half, secretary to Frederick O’Brien, the South Sea writer. +Then finished my book—‘Where the Sun Swings North,’ and I’ve +been writing for myself ever since.”</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Devil-Drum. +</p> + +<p class="hanging">(9) <span class="smcap">Wood, Clement</span> (<i>for biography, see 1922</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Blue Circle.<br> + Mother.<br> + Tzagan. +</p> + +<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Wylie, Elinor.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. William Rose Benét.</span>) Author: “Black +Armor” (poems), 1923; “Jennifer Lorn,” 1924; and “The Venetian +Glass Nephew,” 1925. Lives near New York City.</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Gideon’s Revenge. +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ROLL_OF_HONOR_OF_FOREIGN"> + THE ROLL OF HONOR OF FOREIGN + SHORT STORIES IN AMERICAN + MAGAZINES + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span> <i>The index figures from 1 to 11 prefixed to the name of +the author indicate the last Roll of Honor between 1914 and 1924 +in which his work has been included. Thus the figure 1 indicates +1914, the figure 5 indicates 1918, etc. The Roll of Honor for 1914 +appeared in the volume for 1915.</i></p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="One">I.</abbr> <span class="smcap">British and Irish Authors</span> +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Arlen Michael</span> (<span class="smcap">Dikran Kuyumjian</span>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Ace of Thirteens.<br> + One Gold Coin. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Aumonier, Stacy.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Dark Red Roses. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Austin, F. Britten.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Battle Piece: New Style.<br> + On the Flagship. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Bennett, Rolf.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Cask. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Bibesco, Princess Elizabeth.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + “Peronnière Letters.” +</p> + +<p>(4) <span class="smcap">Bottome, Phyllis.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Wonder-Child. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Chesterton, Gilbert Keith.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Arrow of Heaven.<br> + Asylum of Adventure.<br> + Curse of the Golden Cross.<br> + Man with Two Beards.<br> + Mirror of Death.<br> + Song of the Flying Fish. +</p> + +<p>(2) <span class="smcap">Colum, Padraic.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + John Greggins—A Day in His Life. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</span></p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Coppard, A. E.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Field of Mustard. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Couldrey, Oswald.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Nandi in Pound. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Coulter, Geoffrey.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Decoy. +</p> + +<p>(9) <span class="smcap">De La Mare, Walter.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Connoisseur. +</p> + +<p>(7) <span class="smcap">Ervine, St. John G.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Mr. Peden Keeps His Cook. +</p> + +<p>(10) <span class="smcap">Galsworthy, John.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Last Card.<br> + Mummy.<br> + Water. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Gerhardi, William.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Big Drum. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Hughes, Richard.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Locomotive.<br> + Poor Man’s Inn. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Huxley, Aldous.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Half Holiday. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Jacobs, W. W.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Fickle Woman.<br> + Something for Nothing. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Kaye-Smith, Sheila.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Working Man’s Wife. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Kipling, Rudyard.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Bull that Thought.<br> + Prophet and the Country.<br> + Wish House. +</p> + +<p>(9) <span class="smcap">Lawrence, D. H.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Woman Who Rode Away. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Maugham, W. Somerset.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Man Who Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly.<br> + Mr. Know-All. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Metcalfe, John.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Mole. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Meynell, Viola.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Letter.<br> + Ten Minutes. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">O’Flaherty, Liam.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Conger Eel.<br> + Wild Goat’s Kid. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Powys, T. F.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Painted Wagon. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Richardson, Anthony.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Old Mossy Face. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Walpole, Hugh.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Old Elizabeth. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Williamson, Henry.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + No Eel for Nog. +</p> + +<p>(10) <span class="smcap">Woolf, Virginia.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Miss Ormerod. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Wrynn, Anthony.</span></p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Equinox. +</p> + + +<p class="center"> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Translations</span> +</p> + +<p>(10) <span class="smcap">Andreyev, Leonid</span> (<i>Russian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Giant. +</p> + +<p>(6) <span class="smcap">D’Annunzio, Gabrielle</span> (<i>Italian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Bells. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dostoevsky, Fyodor</span> (<i>Russian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Christmas Story. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Gogol, N. V.</span> (<i>Russian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Diary of a Madman. +</p> + +<p>(11) “<span class="smcap">Gorky, Maxim</span>” (<i>Russian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Hermit.<br> + Story of a Novel.<br> + Strange Murderer. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Gourmont, Remy De</span> (<i>French</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Evening Chat.<br> + Faun. +</p> + +<p>(6) <span class="smcap">Jacobsen, J. P.</span> (<i>Danish</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Two Worlds. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Martorello, Noé S.</span> (<i>Argentinian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Pedro. +</p> + +<p>(11) <span class="smcap">Schnitzler, Arthur</span> (<i>Austrian</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Lieutenant Gustl. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sillen, Marta Af</span> (<i>Swedish</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Two Sibyls. +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Von Heidenstamm, Verner</span> (<i>Swedish</i>).</p> + +<p class="indent5"> + Sigrid the Haughty and Her Wooers. +</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BEST_BOOKS_OF_SHORT_STORIES"> + THE BEST BOOKS OF SHORT STORIES + OF 1925 + </h2> +</div> + + +<p class="center"> +<abbr title="One">I.</abbr> <span class="smcap">American Authors</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li> 1. <span class="smcap">Aiken.</span> Bring! Bring! Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li> 2. <span class="smcap">Austin.</span> William Austin. Marshall Jones.</li> + <li> 3. <span class="smcap">Cobb.</span> Alias Ben Alibi. Doran.</li> + <li> 4. <span class="smcap">Fitzgerald.</span> All the Sad Young Men. Scribner.</li> + <li> 5. Harper Prize Short Stories. 1924. Harper.</li> + <li> 6. <span class="smcap">Hemingway.</span> In Our Time. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li> 7. <span class="smcap">Komroff.</span> The Grace of Lambs. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li> 8. <span class="smcap">O’Brien, Fitzjames.</span> Collected Stories. A. and C. Boni.</li> +</ul> + + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> <span class="smcap">British and Irish Authors</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li> 9. <span class="smcap">Arlen.</span> Mayfair. Doran.</li> + <li>10. <span class="smcap">Aumonier.</span> Overheard. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li>11. <span class="smcap">Becke.</span> Yorke the Adventurer. Lippincott.</li> + <li>12. <span class="smcap">Blackwood.</span> Tongues of Fire. Dutton.</li> + <li>13. <span class="smcap">Bramah.</span> The Specimen Case. Doran.</li> + <li>14. <span class="smcap">Conrad.</span> Tales of Hearsay. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li>15. <span class="smcap">Coppard.</span> Fishmonger’s Fiddle. Knopf.</li> + <li>16. <span class="smcap">Corvo.</span> In His Own Image. Knopf.</li> + <li>17. <span class="smcap">De La Mare.</span> Broomsticks. Knopf.</li> + <li>18. <span class="smcap">Kennard.</span> Level Crossings. A. and C. Boni.</li> + <li>19. <span class="smcap">Lawrence.</span> St. Mawr. Knopf.</li> + <li>20. <span class="smcap">Lynd.</span> The Mulberry Bush. Minton, Balch.</li> + <li>21. <span class="smcap">Macardle.</span> Earth-Bound. Harrigan Press.</li> + <li>22. <span class="smcap">Machen.</span> The Shining Pyramid. Knopf.</li> + <li>23. <span class="smcap">Mayne.</span> Inner Circle. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li>24. <span class="smcap">Meynell.</span> Young Mrs. Cruse. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li>25. <span class="smcap">Sackville-West.</span> Seducers in Ecuador. Doran.</li> + <li>26. <span class="smcap">Sitwell.</span> Triple Fugue. Doran.</li> + <li>27. <span class="smcap">Smith.</span> The Little Karoo. Doran.</li> + <li>28. <span class="smcap">Watson.</span> Innocent Desires. Boni and Liveright.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="Three">III.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Translations</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li>29. <span class="smcap">Barbey D’Aurevilly.</span> The Diaboliques. Knopf.</li> + <li>30. <span class="smcap">Blasco Ibáñez.</span> The Old Woman of the Movies. Dutton.</li> + <li>31. <span class="smcap">Eaton</span>, <i>editor</i>. The Best Continental Short Stories of 1924–25. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li><span class="pagenum" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</span></li> + <li>32. <span class="smcap">Eaton</span>, <i>editor</i>. The Best French Short Stories of 1924–25. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li>33. Flying Osip. International Publishers.</li> + <li>34. <span class="smcap">Gobineau.</span> Five Oriental Tales. Viking Press.</li> + <li>35. <span class="smcap">Gorky.</span> The Story of a Novel. Dial Press.</li> + <li>36. <span class="smcap">Mann.</span> Death in Venice. Knopf.</li> + <li>37. <span class="smcap">Maupassant.</span> Collected Stories (Volumes 10–15). Knopf.</li> + <li>38. <span class="smcap">Pilniak.</span> Tales of the Wilderness. Knopf.</li> + <li>39. <span class="smcap">Remizov.</span> The Clock. Knopf.</li> + <li>40. <span class="smcap">Zweig.</span> Passion and Pain. Bernard G. Richards.</li> +</ul> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</span></p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="VOLUMES_OF_SHORT_STORIES"> + VOLUMES OF SHORT STORIES + PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="p2 center"> +OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span> <i>An asterisk before a title indicates distinction. This list +includes single short stories and collections of short stories. Volumes +announced for publication in the autumn of 1925 are listed here, +although in some cases they had not yet appeared at the time this +book went to press.</i></p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="One">I.</abbr> <span class="smcap">American Authors</span> +</p> + +<ul> + <li><span class="smcap">Abdullah, Achmed.</span> The Swinging Caravan. Brentano’s.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Aiken, Conrad.</span> *Bring! Bring! Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Allen, James Lane.</span> *The Landmark. Macmillan.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Anderson, Isabel.</span> The Kiss and Queue. Four Seas Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Andrews, Mary Raymond Shipman.</span> Pontifex Maximus. Scribner.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Austin, Walter</span>, <i>editor</i>. *William Austin, the Creator of Peter Rugg. Marshall Jones.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Bailey, Paul.</span> The Man Who Turned Mex. Dorrance.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Bailey, Temple.</span> The Holly Hedge. Penn.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Bannan, Theresa.</span> Waifs of War. Syracuse, N. Y.: Syracuse Printing and Publishing Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Beach, Rex Ellingwood.</span> The Goose Woman and Other Stories. Harper.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Boyd, Thomas.</span> *Points of Honor. Scribner.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Buck, Mitchell S.</span> *Afterglow. Frank-Maurice.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Clark, Badger.</span> Spike. Badger.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Cobb, Irvin S.</span> *Alias Ben Alibi. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Cohen, Octavus Roy.</span> Bigger and Blacker. Little, Brown.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Collins, Charles.</span> The Sins of Saint Anthony. Covici.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Connell, Richard.</span> *Variety. Minton, Balch. Copy—1925. Appleton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Cotton, Jane Baldwin.</span> *Wall-eyed Cæsar’s Ghost. Marshall Jones.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Dargan, Olive Tilford.</span> *Highland Annals. Scribner.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">De Bra, Lemuel.</span> Ways that are Wary. Clode.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Fitzgerald, F. Scott.</span> *All the Sad Young Men. Scribner.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Fox, Charles Donald</span>, <i>editor</i>. Il Conte. Charles Renard Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">French, Joseph Lewis</span>, <i>editor</i>. Great Pirate Stories—Second Series. Brentano’s. Great Sea Stories—Second Series. Brentano’s.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Glass, Montague Marsden.</span> Y’Understand. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Gonzales, Ambrose E.</span> *Laguerre. Columbia, S. C.: The State Co. *The Captain. Columbia, S. C.: The State Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Gray, Charles Wright</span>, <i>editor</i>. “Dawgs.” Holt.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Greene, L. Patrick.</span> The Major-Diamond Buyer. Doubleday, Page. + *Harper Prize Short Stories. Harper.</li> + <li></li> + <li><span class="smcap">Hastings, William Thompson</span>; <span class="smcap">Clough, Benjamin Crocker</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Mason, Kenneth Oliver</span>, <i>editors</i>. + *Short Stories. Houghton Mifflin.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Hemingway, Ernest.</span> *In Our Time. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Herrick, Robert.</span> *Wanderings. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Humphrey, Muriel Miller</span>, <i>editor</i>. *The Best Love Stories of 1924. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Jewett, Sarah Orne.</span> *The Best Stories of. 2 vols. Houghton Mifflin.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Johnston, William</span>, <i>editor</i>. The World’s Best Short Stories of 1925. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Kendrick, Elsie.</span> The Rip Tide. Stratford.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Komroff, Manuel.</span> *The Grace of Lambs. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">La Motte, Ellen N.</span> Snuffs and Butters. Century.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Larsen, Caroline D.</span> The Goosegirl’s Love Story. Rutland, Vt.: Tuttle Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Lytle, John Horace.</span> The Story of Jack. Appleton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">MacMechan, Archibald.</span> Old Province Tales. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Moore, John Trotwood.</span> Uncle Wash, his Stories. Cokesbury Press.</li> + <li>*More Aces. Putnam.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Noble, Edward.</span> The Mandarin’s Bell. Houghton Mifflin.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">O’Brien, Edward J.</span>, <i>editor</i>. The Best Short Stories of 1924. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">O’Brien, Fitzjames.</span> *Collected Stories. A. and C. Boni.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">O’Shaughnessy, Edith.</span> *Married Life. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Overs, W. H.</span> Stories of African Life. E. S. Gorham.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Poe, Edgar Allan.</span> The Best Tales of. Modern Library.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Poole, Ernest.</span> *The Little Dark Man. Macmillan.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Reeve, Arthur B.</span> The Boy Scouts’ Craig Kennedy. Harper. Craig Kennedy on the Farm. Harper. Fourteen Points. Harper.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Rice, Alice Caldwell Hegan</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rice, Cale Young.</span> Winners and Losers. Century.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Robinson, Kenneth Allen</span>, <i>editor</i>. *Contemporary Short Stories. Houghton Mifflin.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Royster, James Finch</span>, <i>editor</i>. American Short Stories. Scott, Foresman.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Rutledge, Archibald.</span> Heart of the South. Columbia, S. C.: The State Co.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Saltus, Edgar.</span> Purple and Fine Women. Covici.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Sass, Herbert Ravenel.</span> Way of the Wild. Minton, Balch.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Schweikert, H. C.</span>, <i>editor</i>. Short Stories. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Society of Arts and Sciences</span>, <i>editors</i>. O. Henry Memorial Award. Prize Stories of 1924. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Sparling, E. Earl.</span> Under the Levee. Scribner.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Street, Julian.</span> Mr. Bisbee’s Princess. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Urner, Mabel Herbert.</span> The Married Life of Helen and Warren. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Witwer, H. C.</span> Love and Learn. Putnam.</li> +</ul> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</span></p> + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> British and Irish Authors +</p> + +<ul> + <li><span class="smcap">Arlen, Michael.</span> *Mayfair. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Aumonier, Stacy.</span> *Overheard. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Austin, F. Britten.</span> *Thirteen. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Becke, Louis.</span> *Yorke the Adventurer. Lippincott.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Blackwood, Algernon.</span> *Tongues of Fire. Dutton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Bramah, Ernest.</span> *The Specimen Case. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Conrad, Joseph.</span> *Shorter Tales. Doubleday, Page. *Tales of Hearsay. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Coppard, A. E.</span> *Fishmonger’s Fiddle. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Corvo, Frederick, Baron.</span> *In His Own Image. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">De La Mare, Walter.</span> *Broomsticks. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Dell, Ethel M.</span> The Passer-By. Putnam.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Fletcher, J. S.</span> The Secret of the Barbican. Putnam.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Giles, Herbert A.</span> *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Kennard, Sir Coleridge.</span> *Level Crossings. A. and C. Boni.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Lawrence, D. H.</span> *St. Mawr. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Lynd, Sylvia.</span> *The Mulberry Bush. Minton, Balch.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Macardle, Dorothy.</span> *Earthbound. Worcester: Harrigan Press.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Machen, Arthur.</span> *The Shining Pyramid. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">McKenna, Stephen.</span> Tales of Intrigue and Revenge. Little, Brown.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Mayne, Ethel Colburn.</span> *Inner Circle. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Meynell, Viola.</span> *Young Mrs. Cruse. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Milford, H. S.</span>, <i>editor</i>. *Selected English Stories. Oxford University Press.</li> + <li>*New Decameron. Volume 4. Brentano’s.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">O’Brien, Edward J.</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Cournos, John</span>, <i>editors</i>. The Best British Short Stories of 1925. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Ollivant, Alfred.</span> Boxer and Beauty. Doubleday, Page.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Redmond, I. P.</span> The Master’s Vineyard. Herder.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Sackville-West, V.</span> *Seducers in Ecuador. Doran.</li> + <li>“<span class="smcap">Sapper.</span>” The Dinner Club. Doran. Out of the Blue. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Sitwell, Osbert.</span> *Triple Fugue. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Smith, Pauline.</span> *The Little Karoo. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Squire, J. C.</span> The Grub Street Nights’ Entertainments. Doran.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Sutton, Graham.</span> Fish and Actors. Brentano’s.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Watson, E. L. Grant.</span> *Innocent Desires. Boni and Liveright.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Williamson, Henry.</span> *Sun Brothers. Dutton.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="p2 center"> +<abbr title="Three">III.</abbr> Translations +</p> + +<ul> + <li><span class="smcap">Bandello</span> (<i>Italian</i>). *Tragical Tales. Dutton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Barbey D’Aurevilly, Jules</span> (<i>French</i>). *The Diaboliques. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Berlic-Mazuranio, I. V.</span> (<i>Croatian</i>). Croatian Tales of Long Ago. Stokes.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Blasco Ibáñez, Vicente</span> (<i>Spanish</i>). *The Old Woman of the Movies. Dutton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Chivas-Baron, Cl.</span> (<i>French</i>). *Three Women of Annam. Frank-Maurice. + <span class="pagenum" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</span></li> + <li>“<span class="smcap">Colette</span>” (<i>French</i>). Cats, Dogs, and I. Holt.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Duvernois, Henri</span>, <i>and others</i> (<i>French</i>). Jacqueline. Minton, Balch.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Eaton, Richard</span>, <i>editor</i>. The Best Continental Short Stories of 1924–25. Small, Maynard. *The Best French Short Stories of 1924–25. Small, Maynard.</li> + <li>*Flying Osip (<i>Russian</i>). International Publishers.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Gobineau, Joseph Arthur, Comte De</span> (<i>French</i>). *Five Oriental Tales. Viking Press.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Gorky, Maxim</span> (<i>Russian</i>). *The Story of a Novel. Dial Press.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Ibáñez, Vicente Blasco</span> (<i>Spanish</i>). <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Blasco Ibáñez, Vicente</span>.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Keller, Gottfried</span> (<i>German</i>). *The Fat of the Cat. Harcourt, Brace.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Kuprin, Alexandre Ivanovitch</span> (<i>Russian</i>). *Gambrinus and other Stories. Adelphi.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Mann, Thomas</span> (<i>German</i>). *Death in Venice. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Maupassant, Guy De</span> (<i>French</i>). *The Horla. Knopf. *The Little Rogue. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Ogawa, Mimei</span> (<i>Japanese</i>). Rose and Witch. Overland Publishing Company.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Pilniak, Boris</span> (<i>Russian</i>). Tales of the Wilderness. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Remizov, Aleksei</span> (<i>Russian</i>). The Clock. Knopf.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Rung, Otto</span> (<i>Danish</i>). *Shadows that Pass. Appleton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Seitz, Don C.</span>, <i>editor</i> (<i>Japanese</i>). Monogatari. Putnam.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Townsend, R. S.</span>, <i>editor</i>. *Short Stories by Russian Authors. Dutton.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Victorin, M.</span> (<i>French</i>). The Chopping Bee. Toronto: Musson.</li> + <li><span class="smcap">Zweig, Stefan</span> (<i>German</i>). Passion and Pain. Bernard G. Richards.</li> +</ul> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="ARTICLES_ON_THE_SHORT_STORY"> + ARTICLES ON THE SHORT STORY + IN AMERICAN MAGAZINES + </h2> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> + +<p><i>Authors of articles are printed in capital letters. For articles +in British and Irish periodicals, see “The Best British Short Stories +of 1925.” Unsigned reviews of minor importance are not indexed.</i></p> + +<p class="center"> +A +</p> + +<ul class="index"> + <li class="ifrst">Aakjaer, Jeppe.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Waldemar Westergaard. Scan. Nov., ’24. (12:665.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aidline-Trommer, Elbert.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Yiddish Short Story. Men. J. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (10:515.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aiken, Charles E.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">James Stephens. Cath. W. Apr. (121:132.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Aiken, Conrad.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Malcolm Cowley. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Jun. 27. (1:851.)</li> + <li class="isub2">By Robert Morss Lovett. N. Rep. Jul. 22. (43:242.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Alden, Stanley.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">George Gissing. Books. Feb. 22. 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(2:785.)</li> + <li class="isub2">By Hunter Stagg. Rev. Jul. (5:98.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Whipple, T. K.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Katherine Mansfield. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Dec. 6, ’24. (1:342.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wiener, Leo.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Anton Chekhov. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Apr. 4. (1:646.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Wiggin, Kate Douglas.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Nora Archibald Smith. Book. (N. Y.) May. (61:281.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Blanche Colton.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">American Short Story. N. Y. Sun. Jan. 31. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Richard Washburn Child. N. Y. Sun. April. 18. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Stanley T.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Stephen Crane. Yale. Oct., ’24. (14:172.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Edgar Allan Poe. Yale. Jul. (14:756.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, Edmund.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Anatole France. N. Rep. Feb. 11. (41:308.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Ernest Hemingway. Dial. Oct., ’24. (77:340.)</li> + <li class="isub2">James Joyce. Dial. Nov., ’24. (77:430.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Wilson, Harry Leon.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Myla Jo Closser. Book. (N. Y.) Jun. (61:458.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, James Southall.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">James Branch Cabell. Va. Apr. (1:150.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wishnieff, Harriet V.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</span> +</li> + <li class="isub2">Venezuelan Short Stories. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Nov. 8, ’24. (1:271.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wollstein, R. Heylbut.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">American Short Story. Int. Mar. (3:249.)</li> + <li class="isub2">British Short Story. Int. Mar. (3:249.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wood, Clement.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Irvin S. Cobb. L. Rev. Oct. 18, ’24. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woodward, Kathleen.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">G. K. Chesterton. N. Y. Times. Jul. 12. (2.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woolf, Virginia.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Sherwood Anderson. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Aug. 1. (2:1.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Ring W. Lardner. Sat. R. (N. Y.) Aug. 1. (2:1.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Woolf, Virginia.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Clive Bell. Dial. Dec., ’24. (77:451.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woolsey, Dorothy Bacon.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Ernest Poole. N. Rep. Sept. 23. (44:129.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wright, Cuthbert.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Thomas Mann. Dial. May. (78:420.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wright Russell.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Sir Coleridge Kennard. Books. Sept. 20. (V 11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wyman, Elizabeth Heywood.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">E. L. Grant Watson. Int. Mar. (3:285.)</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">Y</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Yarmolinsky, Avrahm.</span></li> + <li class="isub2">Anton Chekhov. Guar. (Am.) May-Jun. (1:341.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Fyodor Dostoevsky. N. Y. Times. Jul. 19. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Boris Pilniak. Books. Mar. 15. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Aleksei Remizov. Books. Mar. 15. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Russian Short Stories. Books. Apr. 19. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Yiddish Short Story.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Elbert Aidline-Trommer. Men. J. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (10:515.)</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">Z</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx">Zangwill, Israel.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Walter Tittle. Cen. Oct., ’24. (108:798.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Zeledon, Manuel Gonzales. (Mayon.)</li> + <li class="isub2">By Mona Lee. N. Y. Times. Jul. 5. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx">Zweig, Stefan.</li> + <li class="isub2">By Johan J. Smertenko. Books. Aug. 16. (5 V.)</li> +</ul> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INDEX_OF_SHORT_STORIES_IN_BOOKS"> + INDEX OF SHORT STORIES IN BOOKS +</h2> +<p class="center">OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> +</div> + +<p class="center"><a id="Index_Ia"></a> +<abbr title="One">I.</abbr> American Authors +</p> + + <p class="center">A</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Adams, Samuel Hopkins.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Such as Walk in Darkness. Gray. 227.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ade, George.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">The Feud. Aces, B. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aiken, Conrad Potter.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Anniversary. Aiken. 211.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bring! Bring! Aiken. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">By my Troth, Nerissa! Aiken. 93.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dark City. Aiken. 144.</li> + <li class="isub1">Disciple. Aiken. 56. Harper. 325.</li> + <li class="isub1">Escape from Fatuity. Aiken. 120.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hey, Taxi! Aiken. 132.</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Visit. Aiken. 171.</li> + <li class="isub1">Letter. Aiken. 186.</li> + <li class="isub1">Orange Moth. Aiken. 158.</li> + <li class="isub1">Smith and Jones. Aiken. 104.</li> + <li class="isub1">Soliloquy on a Park Bench. Aiken. 232.</li> + <li class="isub1">Strange Moonlight. Aiken. 37.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Alexander, Charles.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">As a Dog Should. Gray. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anderson, Sherwood.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">I’m a Fool. Newman. 246.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother. Robinson. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Antin, Mary</span> (<span class="smcap">Mary Antin Grabau</span>). (1881– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Malinka’s Atonement. Aces B. 7.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Asch, Nathan.</span> (1902– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gertrude Donovan. Humphrey A. 227.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Austin, William.</span> (1778–1841). (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Late Joseph Natterstrom. Austin C. 242.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man With the Cloaks. Austin C. 270.</li> + <li class="isub1">Martha Gardner, or Moral Reaction. Austin C. 257.</li> + <li class="isub1">Peter Rugg, the Missing Man. Austin C. 207.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">B</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Babcock, Edwina Stanton.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Wavering Gold. Harper. 188.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Banning, Margaret Culkin.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Women Come to Judgment. Harper. 135.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barents, William.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Early Arctic Adventure. French K. 28.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barnes, Djuna.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Girl Tells a Story to a Lady. Contact. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bartlett, Frederic Orin.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Trap. Humphrey A. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bassett, Fletcher S.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Phantom Ship. French K. 276.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benet, Stephen Vincent.</span> (1898– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Uriah’s Son. Prize F. 53.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bercovici, Konrad.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Drought. Aces B. 48.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bierce, Ambrose.</span> (1842–1914?) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Monk and the Hangman’s Daughter. Bierce C. 19.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Biggers, Earl Derr</span> (1884– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Apron of Genius. Fox. 166.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bourke, S. Ten Eyck.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“Will of the Gods.” Fox. 126.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boyd, Thomas.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Kentucky Boy. Boyd B. 33.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Gall. Boyd B. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Long Shot. Boyd B. 249.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nine Days’ Kitten. Boyd B. 219.</li> + <li class="isub1">Responsibility. Boyd B. 65.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ribbon Counter. Boyd B. 191.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rintintin. Boyd B. 131.</li> + <li class="isub1">Semper Fidelis. Boyd B. 317.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Sound Adjutant’s Call.” Boyd B. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Unadorned. Boyd B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Uninvited. Boyd B. 299.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brady, Mariel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Autograph Album. Copy B. 25.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brand, Max.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bulldog. Gray. 37.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Alice.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Girl in the Tree. Harper. 160.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Browne, Porter Emerson.</span> (1879– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Courtship of Miles Sheehan. Fox. 263.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bryson, Lyman Lloyd.</span> (1888– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cyprian. Humphrey A. 214.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Buck, Mitchell S.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Courtesan. Buck 42.</li> + <li class="isub1">Greek. Buck. 66.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pharoah. Buck. 80.</li> + <li class="isub1">Priest. Buck. 56.</li> + <li class="isub1">Philosopher. Buck. 26.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shepherdess. Buck. 90.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Buckley, Frederick Robert Wakelin.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Primitive Method. World. 118.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bunner, Henry Cuyler.</span> (1855–1896.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love-Letters of Smith. Hastings. 120.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burke, Morgan.</span> (1886– .)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_390">[Pg 390]</span> +</li> + <li class="isub1">Champlin. O’Brien. N. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burt, Maxwell Struthers.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Force of Habit. Humphrey A. 291.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Byrne, Donn.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Bryan Oswald Donn-Byrne.</span>) (1888– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Triangle. Gray. 259.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">C</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cabell, James Branch.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Delta of Radegonde. Cabell E. 225.</li> + <li class="isub1">Thin Queen of Elfhame. Cabell E. 123.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cable, George Washington.</span> (1844–1925.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">’Sieur George. Hastings. 601.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Canfield, Dorothy.</span> (<span class="smcap">Dorothy Canfield Fisher.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cage. Aces B. 72.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dr. Burke’s Cure. Fox. 252.</li> + <li class="isub1">Portrait of a Philosopher. Robinson 27.</li> + <li class="isub1">What “Really Happened.” Aces. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Carver, Ada Jack.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Redbone. Harper. 57.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cather, Willa Sibert.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Paul’s Case. Robinson. 44.</li> + <li class="isub1">Scandal. Aces B. 78.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sculptor’s Funeral. Hastings. 241.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Child, Richard Washburn.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eyes of the Gazelle. Child B. 274.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fresh Waters. Child B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gorilla. Child B. 113.</li> + <li class="isub1">Here’s How. Child B. 51.</li> + <li class="isub1">Keats Shadd. Child B. 160.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lassiter. Fox. 296.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lure. Child B. 23.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man With the Metal Face. Child B. 84.</li> + <li class="isub1">Playthings. Child B. 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">Screen. Child B. 138.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story for a Certain Lady. Child B. 251.</li> + <li class="isub1">Strain of Blood. Child B. 233.</li> + <li class="isub1">Thirty Thousand Dollar Slap. Child B. 213.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chisholm, A. M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Tim of Bush Valley. World. 347.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coatsworth, Elizabeth J.</span> (1893– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Loved Wild Animals. Humphrey A. 209.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cobb, Irvin Shrewsbury.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Actor in Turn Meets Others. Cobb F. 207.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ancient History. Cobb F. 158.</li> + <li class="isub1">And Next Day Meets an Actor. Cobb F. 191.</li> + <li class="isub1">Boss Goes to a Show. Cobb F. 180.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cat Shows and Babies. Cobb F. 370.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cub is Being Weaned. Cobb F. 58.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fight Extra. Cobb F. 94.</li> + <li class="isub1">Found Among the Effects. Cobb F. 346.</li> + <li class="isub1">Full Page Ad. Cobb F. 48.</li> + <li class="isub1">How to Play Your Side Cards. Cobb F. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Job for the Reader. Cobb F. 214.</li> + <li class="isub1">Kind of a Feeling. Cobb F. 272.</li> + <li class="isub1">Not Exactly a Bookworm and Yet—. Cobb F. 227.</li> + <li class="isub1">Once Upon a Time. Cobb F. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">One Evening at Sing Sing. Cobb F. 289.</li> + <li class="isub1">Player of Hunches. Cobb F. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">Short Lecture on Bugs. Cobb F. 39.</li> + <li class="isub1">Smart Aleck. Robinson. 70.</li> + <li class="isub1">Southerners to Order. Cobb F. 254.</li> + <li class="isub1">Special Edition, Limited. Cobb F. 320.</li> + <li class="isub1">Standing Room Only. World. 42.</li> + <li class="isub1">Star Changes Hands. Cobb F. 349.</li> + <li class="isub1">Thirteenth Degree. Cobb F. 349.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Way Trail. Cobb F. 307.</li> + <li class="isub1">Value of a Good Name. Cobb F. 264.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wasted Headline. Cobb F. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Who’s Who at the Zoo. Fox. 203.</li> + <li class="isub1">Will a Worm Turn? Cobb F. 115.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cohen, Octavus Roy.</span> (1891– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bass Ingratitude. Aces. 22.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connell, Richard.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">All Wrong. Connell C. 153.</li> + <li class="isub1">And the Nights Shall Be Filled with Music. Connell C. 119.</li> + <li class="isub1">Big Lord Fauntleroy. Connell C. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Great American Game. Connell C. 241.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hero of the Devil’s Kitchen. Connell C. 221.</li> + <li class="isub1">Isles of Romance. Connell C. 271.</li> + <li class="isub1">Most Dangerous Game. Connell C. 815. Prize F. 71. World. 226.</li> + <li class="isub1">Neighbors. Connell C. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pieces of Silver. Connell C. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Egg. Connell C. 167.</li> + <li class="isub1">Six Reasons Why. Connell C. 309.</li> + <li class="isub1">Spring Flow’rets or Womanhood Eternal. Connell C. 61.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ssssssssshhhh! Connell C. 35.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cooper, James Fenimore.</span> (1789–1851.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Whale. French K. 110.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cotton, Jane Baldwin.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Another Marriage of Convenience. Cotton. 35.</li> + <li class="isub1">Elizabethan Revival. Cotton. 71.</li> + <li class="isub1">End of the Feud. Cotton. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wall-Eyed Caesar’s Ghost. Cotton. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cram, Mildred R.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Billy. O’Brien N. 19.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crane, Stephen.</span> (1870–1900.) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pace of Youth. Hastings. 176.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crowell, Chester T.</span> (1888– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Margaret Blake. Prize F. 25.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Curtis, Brian C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Dinner Aboard the “Dog Star.” Copy B. 152.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">D</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="allsmcap">D., H.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Aldington, Hilda Doolittle.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hedylus. Contact. 91.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dana, Richard Henry.</span> (1787–1879.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_391">[Pg 391]</span> +</li> + <li class="isub1">Burial at Sea. French K. 271.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dargan, Olive Tilford.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">About Granpap and Trees. Dargan. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Coretta and Autumn. Dargan. 24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Evvie: Somewhat Married. Dargan. 107.</li> + <li class="isub1">My Wild-Hog Claim: A Dubious Asset. Dargan. 138</li> + <li class="isub1">Proper Funeral Dargan. 229.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sam. Dargan. 76.</li> + <li class="isub1">Serena and Wild Strawberries. Dargan. 54.</li> + <li class="isub1">Serena Takes a Boarder. Dargan. 180.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Day, Helen J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">City of Abandon. Humphrey A. 242.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Day, Holman Francis.</span> (1865– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Commander Jim Wickson’s “Habit.” Fox. 139.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De Bra, Lemuel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Life—a Bowl of Rice. Rhys B. 95.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dell, Floyd</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Phantom Adventure. O’Brien N. 39.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De Leon, Walter.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Boob, Humphrey A. 135.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Derieux, Samuel Arthur.</span> (1881–1922.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wild Bill McCorkle. World. 152.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dickenson, May Freud.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mouse. Copy B. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dobie, Charles Caldwell.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cracked Teapot. O’Brien N. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hands of the Enemy. Harper. 84.</li> + <li class="isub1">Horse and Horse. Prize F. 93.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wild Geese. Harper. 218.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Drake, Carlos C.</span> (1900– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Dive. O’Brien N. 70.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dreiser, Theodore.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Choice. Robinson. 116.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dwight, Harry Griswold.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mehmish. Hastings. 334.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">E</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Eastman, Rebecca Hooper.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. William Franklin Eastman.</span>) (1877– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Oldest Boarder. Humphrey A. 24.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">F</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ferber, Edna.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gay Old Dog. Robinson. 142.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Man Minick. Aces. 50.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Finger, Charles J.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Andrew Lang. Finger C. 187. O’Brien N. 74.</li> + <li class="isub1">Beresford of Ballarat. Finger C. 127.</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Moonlight. Finger C. 85.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ned Kelly and Co. Finger C. 163.</li> + <li class="isub1">Popjoy. Finger C. 5.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fitzgerald, Francis Scott Key.</span> (1896– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gretchen’s Forty Winks. Aces. 77.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Freeman, Lewis Ransome.</span> (1878– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Firebrand. French K. 90.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Village Singer. Hastings. 131.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Frost, Meigs Oliver.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Shackles of Service. World. 66.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">G</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gale, Zona.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Biography of Blade. World. 173. O’Brien N. 95.</li> + <li class="isub1">Charity. Aces. 102.</li> + <li class="isub1">Happy New Year. Humphrey A. 268.</li> + <li class="isub1">Things They Saw. Fox. 75.</li> + <li class="isub1">Winter’s Tale. Aces B. 101.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gerould, Katharine Fullerton.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bird in the Bush. Robinson. 187.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gerry, Margherita Spalding.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Light in Her Eyes. Fox. 274.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gibson, Mabel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“And Friendless.” Humphrey A. 182.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gilkyson, Phoebe H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Amateur. Harper. 274.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Glasgow, Ellen Anderson Gholson.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Romance and Sally Byrd. World. 91.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gonzales, Ambrose E.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">After the Fruit the Flour. Gonzales A. 51.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bed and Board. Gonzales B. 243.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Caesar ... turned to Clay.” Gonzales B. 201.</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain. Gonzales A. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Clever Alice. Gonzales B. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Colony at the Ebb. Gonzales A. 265.</li> + <li class="isub1">Colony at the Flood. Gonzales A. 251.</li> + <li class="isub1">Critic on the Hearth. Gonzales B. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">Crusader and the Cow. Gonzales B. 127.</li> + <li class="isub1">Daddy Bo’sun. Gonzales A. 81.</li> + <li class="isub1">Feud in Feathers. Gonzales B. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">First Cabin Completed. Gonzales A. 219.</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Calabash. Gonzales A. 65.</li> + <li class="isub1">How the Devil Lost his Tail. Gonzales A. 367.</li> + <li class="isub1">Huntress and the Buck. Gonzales A. 299.</li> + <li class="isub1">Judgment of Solomon. Gonzales B. 279.</li> + <li class="isub1">Laguerre. Gonzales B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Land in Sight. Gonzales A. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Land on Paper. Gonzales A. 141.</li> + <li class="isub1">Land Settled. Gonzales A. 235.</li> + <li class="isub1">Land Surveyed. Gonzales A. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Law and the Lady. Gonzales B. 223.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Man in the Case.” Gonzales B. 71.</li> + <li class="isub1">More Deadly Than the Male. Gonzales B. 43.</li> + <li class="isub1">On the Judgement Seat. Gonzales B. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pa Jumbo at the Bar. Gonzales B. 21.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Place aux Dames!” Gonzales B. 107.</li> + <li class="isub1">Quest of the Land. Gonzales A. 111.</li> + <li class="isub1">Riever of the Black Border. Gonzales A. 17.</li> + <li class="isub1">River and the Sea. Gonzales A. 317.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Road Called Straight. Gonzales B. 163.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Run, Niggah, Run!” Gonzales A. 33.</li> + <li class="isub1">Settling the Land. Gonzales A. 203.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sharpie and the “Trus’-Me-Gawd.” Gonzales A. 349.</li> + <li class="isub1">Survey Completed. Gonzales A. 187.</li> + <li class="isub1">Survey Continued. Gonzales A. 173.</li> + <li class="isub1">Taming of the Shrew. Gonzales B. 263.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tide Run Low. Gonzales A. 283.</li> + <li class="isub1">To Have and to Scold. Gonzales B. 181.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tragedy of the Marsh. Gonzales A. 301.</li> + <li class="isub1">Trencherman and the Shark. Gonzales A. 333.</li> + <li class="isub1">Trials of Tumbo. Gonzales B. 87.</li> + <li class="isub1">Under Dog. Gonzales A. 93.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Greenwald, Tupper.</span> (1902– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Corputt. O’Brien N. 100.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">H</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harris, Robert J.</span> (1887– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Walls. Humphrey A. 90.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hart, Frances Noyes.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">American. Copy B. 200.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harte, Francis Bret.</span> (1839–1902.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Outcasts of Poker Flat. Hastings. 48.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hawthorne, Nathaniel.</span> (1804–1864) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Higginbotham’s Catastrophe. Hastings. 14.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hay, Lilian R.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Tanya. Humphrey A. 257.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hearn, Lafcadio.</span> (1850–1904) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Boy Who Drew Cats. Hearn B. 29.</li> + <li class="isub1">Chin-Chin Kobakama. Hearn B. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Goblin-Spider. Hearn B. 18.</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Willow. Hearn B. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hare of Inaba. Hearn B. 42.</li> + <li class="isub1">Matsuyama Mirror. Hearn B. 102.</li> + <li class="isub1">Momotaro. Hearn B. 126.</li> + <li class="isub1">My Lord Bag-o’-Rice. Hearn B. 47.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Man and the Devils. Hearn B. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Woman Who Lost Her Dumpling. Hearn B. 21.</li> + <li class="isub1">Reflections. Hearn B. 110.</li> + <li class="isub1">Silly Jelly-Fish. Hearn B. 36.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tea-Kettle. Hearn B. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tongue-Cut Sparrow. Hearn B. 57.</li> + <li class="isub1">Urashina. Hearn B. 80.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wooden Bowl. Hearn B. 60.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hellman, Sam.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">I am a Pirate King. Aces B. 136.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hemingway, Ernest.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Battler. Hemingway B. 63.</li> + <li class="isub1">Big Two-Hearted River. Hemingway B. 177.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cat in the Rain. Hemingway B. 117.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cross Country Snow. Hemingway B. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Doctor and the Doctor’s Wife. Hemingway. B. 23.</li> + <li class="isub1">End of Something. Hemingway B. 33.</li> + <li class="isub1">Indian Camp. Hemingway B. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. and Mrs. Elliot. Hemingway B. 107.</li> + <li class="isub1">My Old Man. Hemingway B. 151.</li> + <li class="isub1">Out of Season. Hemingway B. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Revolutionists. Hemingway B. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">Soldier’s Home. Hemingway B. 87. Contact. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Day Blow. Hemingway B. 43.</li> + <li class="isub1">Very Short Story. Hemingway B. 81.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Henry, O.</span>” (<span class="smcap">William Sydney Porter.</span>) (1862–1910.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Furnished Room. Hastings. 222.</li> + <li class="isub1">Snow Man. Fox. 19.</li> + <li class="isub1">Memoirs of a Yellow Dog. Gray. 121.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hergesheimer, Joseph.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bread. Robinson. 208.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herrick, Gertrude.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Shrines. Humphrey A. 55.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herrick, Robert.</span> (1868– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Adventures of Ti Chatte. Herrick. 151.</li> + <li class="isub1">Magic. Herrick. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Passions of Trotsky. Herrick. 255.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stations of the Cross. Herrick. 71.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herrman, John.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Work in Progress. Contact. 114.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hervey, Harry.</span> (1900– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Young Men Go Down. O’Brien. N. 110.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hess, Leonard L.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Lesser Gift. Humphrey A. 116. O’Brien N. 119.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hough, Emerson.</span> (1857– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Holy City Quartette. Fox. 64.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Howard, Sidney.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">God They Left Behind Them. Howard. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Likeness of Elizabeth. Howard. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Veitch. Howard. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Transatlantic. Howard. 79.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hughes, Rupert.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grudges. O’Brien. N. 137.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hull, Alexander.</span> (1887– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Justice in the Painted Hills. Gray. 97.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hummel, George F.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Abigail Foster’s Rebellion. Hummel. 231.</li> + <li class="isub1">Apotheosis of Auzy Ward. Hummel. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">Coming of Electricity to Ollie Ben. Hummel. 171.</li> + <li class="isub1">Donkey Ditch. Hummel. 197.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fall Flight. Hummel. 63.</li> + <li class="isub1">June Roses. Hummel. 297.</li> + <li class="isub1">Katy Catt. Hummel. 271.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ring Around the Rosie. Hummel. 95.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tilly May’s Revenge. Hummel. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">Victory to the Strong. Hummel. 127.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hurst, Fannie.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gold in Fish. Aces B. 157.</li> + <li class="isub1">Good Provider. Robinson. 239.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">I</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Irwin, Inez Haynes.</span> (1873– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Spring Flight. Prize F. 1. World 249.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">J<span class="pagenum" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</span></p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">James, Henry.</span> (1843–1916.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Private Life. Newman. 174.</li> + <li class="isub1">Visits. Hastings. 159.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jewett, Sarah Orne.</span> (1849–1909.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Along Shore. Jewett. 1:184.</li> + <li class="isub1">At the Schoolhouse Window. Jewett. 1:15.</li> + <li class="isub1">Aunt Cynthy Dallett. Jewett. 2:279.</li> + <li class="isub1">Backwood View. Jewett. 1:300.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bowden Reunion. Jewett. 1:156.</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Littlepage. Jewett. 1:20.</li> + <li class="isub1">Country Road. Jewett. 1:144.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dulham Ladies. Jewett. 2:64.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dunnet Shepherdess. Jewett. 1:207.</li> + <li class="isub1">Feast’s End. Jewett. 1:175.</li> + <li class="isub1">Flight of Betsy Lane. Jewett. 2:22.</li> + <li class="isub1">Going to Shrewsbury. Jewett. 2:90.</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Expedition. Jewett. 1:134.</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Island. Jewett. 1:48.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hermitage. Jewett. 1:115.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hilton’s Holiday. Jewett. 2:248.</li> + <li class="isub1">Martha’s Lady. Jewett. 2:158.</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Tempy’s Watchers. Jewett. 2:137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Todd. Jewett. 1:3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Singers. Jewett. 1:80.</li> + <li class="isub1">Only Rose. Jewett. 2:109.</li> + <li class="isub1">On Shell-Heap Island. Jewett. 1:127.</li> + <li class="isub1">Outer Island. Jewett. 1:42.</li> + <li class="isub1">Poor Joanna. Jewett. 1:98.</li> + <li class="isub1">Queen’s Twin. Jewett. 1:242.</li> + <li class="isub1">Quest of Mrs. Timms. Jewett. 2:193.</li> + <li class="isub1">Return. Jewett. 1:1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Schoolhouse. Jewett. 1:11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Strange Sail. Jewett. 1:86.</li> + <li class="isub1">Town Poor. Jewett. 2:224.</li> + <li class="isub1">Waiting Place. Jewett. 1:31.</li> + <li class="isub1">Where Pennyroyal Grew. Jewett. 1:72.</li> + <li class="isub1">White Heron. Jewett. 2:1.</li> + <li class="isub1">William. Jewett. 1:66.</li> + <li class="isub1">William’s Wedding. Jewett. 1:279.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">K</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kirk, R. G.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">White Monarch and the Gas-House Pup. Gray. 291.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Komroff, Manuel.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beating of the Reed. Komroff. 101.</li> + <li class="isub1">Burning Beard. Komroff. 55.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dark Cloak. Komroff. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">En Route. Komroff. 177.</li> + <li class="isub1">Grace of Lambs. Komroff. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">How Does It Feel to be Free? Komroff. 200.</li> + <li class="isub1">In a Russian Tea-House. Komroff. 187.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Lotto. Komroff. 163.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Master of the Sky. Komroff. 29.</li> + <li class="isub1">Moscow Rehearsal. Komroff. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Political Horse. Komroff. 199.</li> + <li class="isub1">Thumbs. Komroff. 117.</li> + <li class="isub1">Union of Beggars. Komroff. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wedding Feast. Komroff. 149.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kyle, Anne D.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Easter Lambs. Copy B. 168.</li> + +</ul> + + <p class="center">L</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lardner, Ring W.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Katie Wins a Home. Robinson. 280.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leach, A. R.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Out of Etruria. Harper. 300.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leon, Walter de.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">de Leon, Walter</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Lessing, Bruno.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Rudolph Block.</span>) (<i>1870</i>– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love and Cloaks and Suits. Aces. 123.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lewis, Alfred Henry.</span> (1857–1914.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tucson Jennie’s Jealousy. Hastings. 201.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lynde, Francis.</span> (1856– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pied Piper of One-Track Gulch. Fox. 236.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lyon, Harris Merton.</span> (1883–1916.) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">John Jones Comes to Life. Fox. 216.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">M</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Macy, W. H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Last Whale. French K. 302.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marquis, Don.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Being a Public Character. Gray. 21.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marshall, Edison.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shag of the Packs. Gray. 185.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Melville, Herman.</span> (1819–1891.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cape Horn. French K. 318.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merwin, Samuel.</span> (1874– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">More Stately Mansions. World. 375.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Milham, Charles Gilbert.</span> (1883– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">His Doctor. Humphrey A. 170.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mirrielees, Edith Ronald.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Professor Boynton Rereads History. Prize F. 113.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morris, Gouverneur.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Holding Hands. Fox. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">Postscript to Divorce. O’Brien N. 155.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morrow, Honore McCue Willsie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Fighting Blood. World. 312.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mosley, Jefferson.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Secret at the Crossroads. Prize F. 126.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">N</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Naylor, Charles J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Five-Thirty. Copy B. 97.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Newman, Frances.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Rachel and Her Children. Prize F. 45.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Norris, Kathleen.</span> (1880– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Masterpiece. Aces B. 265.</li> + <li class="isub1">Unbecoming Conduct of Annie. Aces. 138.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">O</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Oxford, John Barton.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Richard Barker Shelton.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Angie. Humphrey A. 100.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Shaughnessy, Edith.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Arthur Albion Street’s Illness. O’Shaughnessy. 167.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Bishop. O’Shaughnessy. 183.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Crane’s Last Wife. O’Shaughnessy. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Seeing Edward Again. O’Shaughnessy. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Souls in Intaglio. O’Shaughnessy. 225.</li> + <li class="isub1">You Never Can Tell. O’Shaughnessy. 101.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">P<span class="pagenum" id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</span></p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Paradise, Viola L.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Calabrian Goes Home. Humphrey A. 194.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pattullo, George.</span> (1879– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tie that Binds. Prize F. 142.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Peterkin, Julia M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Ashes. Peterkin. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cat Fish. Peterkin. 123.</li> + <li class="isub1">Finding Peace. Peterkin. 94.</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Thursday. Peterkin. 26.</li> + <li class="isub1">Meeting. Peterkin. 62.</li> + <li class="isub1">Missie. Peterkin. 50.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mount Pleasant. Peterkin. 79.</li> + <li class="isub1">Plum Blossoms. Peterkin. 170.</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Rooster. Peterkin. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">Son. Peterkin. 132.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sunday. Peterkin. 143.</li> + <li class="isub1">Teaching Jim. Peterkin. 115.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Poe, Edgar Allan.</span> (1809–1849.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fall of the House of Usher. Lynch. 264.</li> + <li class="isub1">Masque of the Red Death. Hastings. 27.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Poole, Ernest.</span> (1880– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Salvatore Schreider. Fox. 37.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dormeuse. Poole B. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Dark Man. Poole B. 41.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother Volga. Poole B. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stories that His Uncle Told. Poole B. 65.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Price, Edith Ballinger.</span> (1897– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Boy from Beyant. Humphrey A. 67.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">R</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Read, Frances Kautz.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Engagement on the Rhine. Copy B. 113.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reese, Lizette Woodworth.</span> (1856– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Forgiveness. O’Brien N. 167.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rice, Alice Caldwell (Hegan).</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Cale Young Rice.</span>) (1870– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Between Trains. Rice 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">Day of Resurrection. Rice. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Gee. Rice. 61.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mourning a la Mode. Rice. 133.</li> + <li class="isub1">Phoebe. Rice. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rice, Cale Young.</span> (1872– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Commonwealth’s Attorney. Rice. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">Environment. Rice. 157.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gull’s Nest. Rice. 271.</li> + <li class="isub1">Heroes: Two Storiettes. Rice. 209.</li> + <li class="isub1">Out of Darkness. Rice. 33.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rinehart, Mary Roberts.</span> (1876– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Twenty-Two. Aces. 164.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Robertson, Morgan.</span> (1861–1915.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Argonauts. Fox. 50.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Runyon, Alfred Damon.</span> (1840– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Breeze Kid’s Big Tear-Off. Fox. 111.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">S</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sergel, Roger L.</span> (1894– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nocturne: A Red Shawl. O’Brien N. 175.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shelton, Richard Barker.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Oxford, John Barton.</span>”</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sher, Benjamin R.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Abe’s Card. Aces. 224.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rubber Heels. Aces B. 308.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shiffrin, A. B.</span> (1902– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Laugh. O’Brien N. 191.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Singmaster, Elsie.</span> (<span class="smcap">Elsie Singmaster Lewars.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Courier of the Czar. Prize F. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">November the Nineteenth. World. 331.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pair of Lovers. Gray. 155.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Edgar Valentine.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">’Lijah. Prize F. 172.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Spears, Raymond Smiley.</span> (1850– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">River Combine—Professional. Prize F. 190.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Springer, Fleta Campbell.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Legend. Harper. 108.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Squier, Emma-Lindsay.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. George Lloyd Mark.</span>) (1893– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Flower of Gold. Humphrey A. 37.</li> + <li class="isub1">Soul of Caliban. Gray. 241.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Steele, Wilbur Daniel.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman at Seven Brothers. Robinson. 382.</li> + <li class="isub1">What Do You Mean—Americans? Prize F. 205.</li> + <li class="isub1">When Hell Froze. Harper. 241.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stein, Gertrude.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Two Women. Contact. 303.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stockton, Frank Richard.</span> (1834–1902.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Widow’s Cruise. Hastings. 187.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stone, Elinore Cowan.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">One Uses the Handkerchief. Prize F. 225.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Street, Julian Leonard.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Bisbee’s Princess. Street B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Speaking Likeness. Street B. 85.</li> + <li class="isub1">Syringas. Street B. 159.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Suckow, Ruth.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See. 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Four Generations. O’Brien N. 198.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Swift, Helen.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chicken-Woman and the Hen-Man. Freeman. 273.</li> + <li class="isub1">Zachariah Jones. Freeman. 277.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">T</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tarkington, Newton Booth.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Big, Fat Lummox. Robinson. 406.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fox Terrier or Something. Gray. 59.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tarleau, Lisa Ysaye.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Loutré. World. 178. Harper 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Terhune, Albert Payson.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grudge. Gray. 65.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thompson, Mary Wolfe.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Turtle. Copy B. 182.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Train, Arthur Cheney.</span> (1875– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Duke. Gray. 129.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tuttle, Worth.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tree in the Forest. Copy B. 75.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">V<span class="pagenum" id="Page_395">[Pg 395]</span></p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Den Bark, Melvin.</span> (1897– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Women and Hog-Back Ridge. O Brien N. 211.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Dine, Warren L.</span> (1902– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Poet. O’Brien N. 228.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Dyke, Henry.</span> (1852– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beggars Under the Bush. Van Dyke B. 91.</li> + <li class="isub1">Change of Air. Van Dyke B. 84.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hero and Tin Soldiers. Van Dyke B. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">In the Odor of Sanctity. Van Dyke B. 120.</li> + <li class="isub1">Jericho Road. Van Dyke B. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">Key of the Tower. Van Dyke B. 59.</li> + <li class="isub1">King’s Jewel. Van Dyke B. 64.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Praying. Van Dyke B. 43.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Game. Van Dyke B. 78.</li> + <li class="isub1">Parable of Wedlock. Van Dyke B. 20.</li> + <li class="isub1">Primitive and His Sandals. Van Dyke B. 137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Return of the Charm. Van Dyke B. 109.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ripening of the Fruit. Van Dyke B. 71.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stronghold. Van Dyke B. 98.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of a Habitation Forfeited. Van Dyke B. 16.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of Friends. Van Dyke B. 57.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of Learning by Experience. Van Dyke B. 25.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of Man and the Machine. Van Dyke B. 55.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of Peace. Van Dyke B. 54.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of Travel. Van Dyke B. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Cursing of Capital. Van Dyke B. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Embankment. Van Dyke B. 26.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Hitching-Post. Van Dyke B. 37.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Jewels. Van Dyke B. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Only Infallible Soap. Van Dyke B. 40.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Philosophic Husband. Van Dyke B. 52.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Prisoner. Van Dyke B. 50.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Shaky Bridge. Van Dyke B. 46.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Two Runners. Van Dyke B. 6.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Two Wolves. Van Dyke B 28.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">W</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Warren, Hamilton M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Faithful Image. Copy B. 134.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Watson, Marion Elizabeth.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bottle-Stoppers. Copy B. 44.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Weiman, Rita.</span> (1889– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stage Door. Aces. B. 324.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Welles, Harriet Ogden Deen.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Progress. Prize F. 238.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wescott, Glenway.</span> (1901– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">In a Thicket. O’Brien. N. 240.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wharton, Edith Newbold Jones</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Kerfol. Rhys B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Verdict. Hastings. 261.</li> + <li class="isub1">Xingu. Robinson. 467.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Henry Meade.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Tides. Humphrey A. 163.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Winslow, Thyra Samter.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Her Own Room. Aces B. 354.</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Affair. Aces. 260.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wood, Frances Gilchrist.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shoes. Copy B. 14. O’Brien N. 248.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woodrow, Nancy Mann Waddell.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Wilson Woodrow.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">New Earth. Fox. 182.</li> +</ul> + + +<p class="p2 center"><a id="Index_IIa"></a> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> <span class="smcap">British and Irish Authors</span> +</p> + + <p class="center">A</p> + +<ul class="index"> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Allison, James Murray.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Franklin’s Adventure. O’Brien L. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Arlen, Michael.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Dikran Kuyumjian.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ace of Cads. Arlen C. 59.</li> + <li class="isub1">Battle of Berkeley Square. Arlen C. 116.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dancer of Paris. World. 130.</li> + <li class="isub1">Farewell, These Charming People. Arlen C. 327.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gentleman from America. Arlen C. 224.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ghoul of Golder’s Green. Arlen C. 276.</li> + <li class="isub1">To Lamoir. Arlen C. 251.</li> + <li class="isub1">Prince of the Jews. Arlen C. 133.</li> + <li class="isub1">Revolting Doom of a Gentleman Who Would not Dance with His Wife. Arlen C. 202.</li> + <li class="isub1">Romance in Old Brandy. Arlen C. 36.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shameless Behavior of a Lord. Georgian C. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three-Cornered Moon. Arlen C. 166.</li> + <li class="isub1">Where the Pigeons Go to Die. Arlen C. 95.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Armstrong, Martin.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Materialist. Georgian C. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Lovelace. O’Brien L. 12.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aumonier, Stacy.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dark Corridor. Aumonier C. 45.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dark Red Roses. Aumonier C. 241.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fall. Aumonier C. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Freddie Finds Himself. Aumonier C. 275.</li> + <li class="isub1">Friends. Aumonier C. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">Kidnapped “General.” Aumonier C. 71.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Window of the Night. Aumonier C. 257.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother of Carmen Colignon. Aumonier C. 215.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">One Sunday Morning. Aumonier C. 33.</li> + <li class="isub1">One Thing Leads to Another. Aumonier C. 197.</li> + <li class="isub1">Overheard. Aumonier C. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Persistent Mother. Aumonier C. 119.</li> + <li class="isub1">What <i>Was</i> She to Think? Aumonier C. 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">When the Earth Stopped. Aumonier C. 141.</li> + <li class="isub1">William’s Narrow Squeak. Aumonier C. 161.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Austin, Frederick Britten.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Affair of Honour. Austin B. 146.</li> + <li class="isub1">Drum. Austin B. 75.</li> + <li class="isub1">Infernal Machine. Austin B. 47.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother Sits by the Fire. Austin B. 25.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nach Verdun! Austin B. 231.</li> + <li class="isub1">One Beloved. Austin B. (121.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Panzerkraftwagen! Austin B. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Problem in Reprisals. Austin B. 289.</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Shawl. Austin B. 258.</li> + <li class="isub1">She Who Came Back. Austin B. 317.</li> + <li class="isub1">“S. O. S.” Austin B. 206.</li> + <li class="isub1">Through the Gate of Horn. Austin B. 178.</li> + <li class="isub1">Under the Lens. Austin B. 1.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">B</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Baring, Maurice.</span> (1874– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shadow of a Midnight. Lynch. 31.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Becke, Louis.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Bream of Australia. Becke C. 96.</li> + <li class="isub1">Colonial Mortuary Bard. Becke C. 83.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fish Drugging in the Pacific. Becke C. 203.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Five-Head Creek.” Becke C. 181.</li> + <li class="isub1">John Corwell, Sailor and Miner. Becke C. 218.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Martin of Nitendi.” Becke C. 110.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Old Mary.” Becke C. 144.</li> + <li class="isub1">Poisonous Fish of the Pacific Islands. Becke C. 246.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Reo,” the Fisherman. Becke C. 88.</li> + <li class="isub1">River of Dreams. Becke C. 122.</li> + <li class="isub1">Yorke the Adventurer. Becke C. 7.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bennett, Enoch Arnold.</span> (1867– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Box-Office Girl. Bennett. 111.</li> + <li class="isub1">During Dinner. Bennett. 73.</li> + <li class="isub1">Elsie and the Child. Bennett. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fish. Bennett, 294.</li> + <li class="isub1">Idiot. Robinson. 18.</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Love. Bennett. 219.</li> + <li class="isub1">Limits of Dominion. Bennett. 321.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Jack Hollins Against Fate. Bennett. 132.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mysterious Destruction of Mr. Ipple. Bennett. 243.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nine O’Clock To-Morrow. Bennett. 157.</li> + <li class="isub1">Outside and Inside. Bennett. 201.</li> + <li class="isub1">Paper Cap. Bennett. 91.</li> + <li class="isub1">Perfect Creature. Bennett. 268.</li> + <li class="isub1">Yacht. Bennett. 179.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bennett, Rolf.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bill Grimes His Soul. O’Brien L. 21.</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benson, Edward Frederic.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thing in the Hall. Fox. 154. Lynch. 10.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beresford, John Davys.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">That Sort of Thing. New Dec. D. 78.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bibesco, Princess Elizabeth.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Hair. O’Brien M. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blackwood, Algernon.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Willows. Lynch. 29.</li> + <li class="isub1">Violence. Rhys B. 253.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Blair.</span>”</li> + <li class="isub1">Altars. New Dec. D. 112.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dame aux Jarretières. New Dec. D. 262.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bramah, Ernest.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bobbie and Poetic Justice. Bramah B. 215.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bunch of Violets. Bramah B. 68.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dead March. Bramah B. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Delicate Case of Mlle. Celestine Bon. Bramah B. 45.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Dragan” of Swafton. Bramah B. 290.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dream of William Ellgood. Bramah B. 298.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fate and a Family Council. Bramah B. 116.</li> + <li class="isub1">From a London Balcony. Bramah B. 310.</li> + <li class="isub1">Goose and the Golden Egg. Bramah B. 186.</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Hockington Find. Bramah B. 158.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hautepierre’s Star. Bramah B. 176.</li> + <li class="isub1">Heart of the Pagan. Bramah B. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lucretia and the Horse-Doctor. Bramah B. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Marquise Ring. Bramah B. 278.</li> + <li class="isub1">Making of Marianna. Bramah B. 198.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ming Tsenen and the Emergency. Bramah B. 23.</li> + <li class="isub1">Once in a Blue Moon. Bramah B. 259.</li> + <li class="isub1">Revolution. Bramah B. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Smothered in Corpses. Bramah B. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">War Hawks. Bramah B. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Very Black Business. Bramah B. 61.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Bryher.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">McAlmon, Winifred.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burke, Thomas.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chink and the Child. Rhys B. 32.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sign of the Lamp. Robinson. 18.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Butts, Mary.</span> (1891– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Deosil. O’Brien L. 27.</li> + <li class="isub1">Friendship’s Garland. Contact. 30.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">C</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Caine, William.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Kings. Hastings. 351.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Conrad, Joseph.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Joseph Conrad Korzeniowski.</span>) (1857–1924.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Mate. Conrad B. 85.</li> + <li class="isub1">Conte. Fox. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lagoon. Robinson. 99.</li> + <li class="isub1">Prince Roman. Conrad B. 29.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_397">[Pg 397]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Secret Sharer. Hastings. 279.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale Conrad B. 59.</li> + <li class="isub1">Warrior’s Soul. Conrad B. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coppard, Alfred Edgar.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Alice Brady. Coppard C. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">At Laban’s Well. Coppard C. 175.</li> + <li class="isub1">Diversion with Thomas. Coppard C. 295.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dumbledon Donkey. Coppard C. 217.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fifty Pounds. O’Brien M. 20.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fishmonger’s Fiddle. Coppard C. 260.</li> + <li class="isub1">Higgler. Coppard C. 73. O’Brien L. 38.</li> + <li class="isub1">Italian Whirligig. Coppard C. 114.</li> + <li class="isub1">Jewel of Jeopardy. Coppard C. 121.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Boy Lost. Coppard C. 284.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Mistress. Coppard C. 32.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Lightfoot in the Green Isle. Coppard C. 303.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Martin. Coppard C. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Snare. Coppard C. 252.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three-Handed Reel. Coppard C. 225.</li> + <li class="isub1">Watercress Girl. Coppard C. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wildgoose Chase. Coppard C. 181.</li> + <li class="isub1">Willie Waugh. Coppard C. 64.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Corvo, Frederick, Baron.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">About a Vegetable Purgatory. Corvo. 323.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Beata Beatrice and the Mamma of Sampietro. Corvo. 378.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Divin Amore and the Maiden Anima. Corvo. 130.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Doing Little, Lavishly. Corvo. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Doubles in General: and San-benanzio and Santagapito in Particular. Corvo. 168.</li> + <li class="isub1">About One Way in Which Christians Love One Another. Corvo. 409.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Our Lady of Dreams. Corvo. 273.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Papa Ferretti and the Blest Heresiarch. Corvo. 119.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Sampietro and Sampaolo. Corvo. 347.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Sodom and Gomorrah and the Two Admirable Jesuits. Corvo. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Some Friends. Corvo. 228.</li> + <li class="isub1">About Some Kings. Corvo. 112.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Aforesaid, and Padre Dotto Vagheggino, S. J. Corvo. 187.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Check of Fra Sebastiano of the Cappuccini. Corvo. 15.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Fantastical Fra Guilhelmo of the Cappuccini. Corvo. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Four Things Necessary. Corvo. 295.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Heresy of Fra Serafino. Corvo. 391.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Holy Duchess and the Wicked King. Corvo. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Insistence of Sangiuseppe. Corvo. 311.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Love Which Is Desire and the Love Which Is Divine. Corvo. 122.</li> + + <li class="isub1">About the Miraculous Fritter of Frat’ Agostino of the Cappuccini. Corvo. 19.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Original Fritter of San Giuseppe. Corvo. 26.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Penance of Paisalettrio. Corvo. 252.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Preface of Fra Cherubino. Corvo. 303.</li> + <li class="isub1">About These Tales, the Key, and Purgatory. Corvo. 207.</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Witch’s Head and Santignazio of Loyola. Corvo. 82.</li> + <li class="isub1">About What Is Due to Contrition. Corvo. 336.</li> + <li class="isub1">Being an Epic of Sangiorgio, Protector of the Kingdom. Corvo. 35.</li> + <li class="isub1">Caprice of Some Cherubim. Corvo. 368.</li> + <li class="isub1">Why Cats and Dogs always Litigate. Corvo. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Why the Rose is Red. Corvo. 66.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Curzon of Kedleston, Marquess.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Drums of Kairwan. Rhys B. 84.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">D</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Defoe, Daniel.</span> (1660?–1731.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Remarkable Passage of an Apparition. Hastings. 4.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Delafield, E. M.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Edmee Elizabeth Monica de la Pasture Dashwood.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Appeal. O’Brien L. 67.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De La Mare, Walter John.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Creatures. Rhys B. 326.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan.</span> (1859– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Sharkey. Rhys B. 236.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Doyle, Lynn.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Leslie Alexander Montgomery.</span>) (1873– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rapparee. O’Brien M. 279.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dunsany, Edward John Moreton Dray Plunkett, Eighteenth Baron.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Highwayman Hastings. 272.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">E</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Evans, Caradoc.</span> (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Coffin. O’Brien L. 75.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">F</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Farjeon, Eleanor.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Faithful Jenny Dove. O’Brien M. 36.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Forster, Edward Morgan.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Story of the Siren. Georgian C. 18.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">G</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Galsworthy, John.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Acme. Galsworthy D. 425.</li> + <li class="isub1">Apple Tree. Galsworthy D. 333.</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Godmother. Galsworthy D. 269.</li> + <li class="isub1">Blackmail. Galsworthy D. 837.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bright Side. Galsworthy D. 247.</li> + <li class="isub1">Broken Bott. Galsworthy D. 207.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cafard. Galsworthy D. 793.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_398">[Pg 398]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Choice. Galsworthy D. 213.</li> + <li class="isub1">Compensation. Galsworthy D. 809.</li> + <li class="isub1">Conscience. Galsworthy D. 817.</li> + <li class="isub1">Consummation. Galsworthy D. 417.</li> + <li class="isub1">Courage. Galsworthy D. 239.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dead Man. Hastings. 331.</li> + <li class="isub1">Defeat. Robinson. 170. Galsworthy D. 433.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Dog it Was That Died.” Galsworthy D. 505.</li> + <li class="isub1">Expectations. Galsworthy D. 647.</li> + <li class="isub1">Feud. Galsworthy D. 731.</li> + <li class="isub1">First and the Last. Galsworthy D. 863.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fisher of Men. Galsworthy D. 769.</li> + <li class="isub1">Grey Angel. Galsworthy D. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Had a Horse. Galsworthy D. 923.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hedonist. Galsworthy D. 663.</li> + <li class="isub1">Japanese Quince. Galsworthy D. 663.</li> + <li class="isub1">Juryman. Galsworthy D. 559.</li> + <li class="isub1">Knight. Galsworthy D. 521.</li> + <li class="isub1">Late—299. Galsworthy D. 681.</li> + <li class="isub1">Long-Ago Affair. Galsworthy D. 857.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man of Devon. Galsworthy D. 281.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Kept His Form. Galsworthy D. 187.</li> + <li class="isub1">Manna. Galsworthy D. 781.</li> + <li class="isub1">Miller of Dee. Galsworthy D. 673.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother Stone. Galsworthy D. 609.</li> + <li class="isub1">Neighbours. Galsworthy D. 459.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nightmare Child. Galsworthy D. 631.</li> + <li class="isub1">Once More. Galsworthy D. 827.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pack. Galsworthy D. 499.</li> + <li class="isub1">Peace Meeting. Galsworthy D. 613.</li> + <li class="isub1">Philanthropy. Galsworthy D. 275.</li> + <li class="isub1">Portrait. Galsworthy D. 147.</li> + <li class="isub1">Prisoner. Galsworthy D. 399.</li> + <li class="isub1">Quality. Galsworthy D. 179.</li> + <li class="isub1">Recruit. Galsworthy D. 801.</li> + <li class="isub1">Reversion to Type. Galsworthy D. 641.</li> + <li class="isub1">Salta pro Nobis. Galsworthy D. 493.</li> + <li class="isub1">Salvation of a Forsyte. Galsworthy D. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Santa Lucia. Galsworthy D. 595.</li> + <li class="isub1">Silence. Galsworthy D. 705.</li> + <li class="isub1">Simple Tale. Galsworthy D. 407. Aces B. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Spindleberries. Galsworthy D. 481.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stoic. Galsworthy D. 45.</li> + <li class="isub1">Strange Thing. Galsworthy D. 621.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stroke of Lightning. Galsworthy D. 467.</li> + <li class="isub1">Timber. Galsworthy D. 583.</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Looks. Galsworthy D. 851.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ultima Thule. Galsworthy D. 221.</li> + <li class="isub1">Virtue. Galsworthy D. 449.</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman. Galsworthy D. 657.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Garvin, Viola.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Wickers. O’Brien M. 52.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn.</span> (1810–1865.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Nurse’s Story. Lynch. 107.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Golding, Louis.</span> (1895– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Call of the Hand. Rhys B. 210.</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Grant Watson, E. L.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Wedgewood. Watson. 163.</li> + <li class="isub1">Boy and Girl. Watson. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Case of Sir Reginald James Farquharson. Watson. 43.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cave of Colycus. Watson. 93.</li> + <li class="isub1">Diamond. Watson. 141. O’Brien M. 219.</li> + <li class="isub1">Farewell. Watson. 217.</li> + <li class="isub1">Friend and Neighbor. Watson. 247.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gnilgie. Watson. 205.</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Straw. Watson. 227.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man and Brute. Watson. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mediator. Watson. 117.</li> + <li class="isub1">Out There. Watson. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Raison d’Etre. Watson. 191.</li> + <li class="isub1">White and Yellow. Watson. 175.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">H</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hartley, L. P.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Apples. Hartley. 207.</li> + <li class="isub1">Beautiful Character. Hartley. 109.</li> + <li class="isub1">Condition of Release. Hartley. 153.</li> + <li class="isub1">Friends of the Bridegroom. Hartley. 83.</li> + <li class="isub1">Island. Hartley. 1. Georgian C. 28.</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Time. Hartley. 213.</li> + <li class="isub1">Night Fears. Hartley. 37. O’Brien L. 81.</li> + <li class="isub1">New Prime Minister. Hartley 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Portrait. Hartley. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">St. George and the Dragon. Hartley 59.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sentimental Journey. Hartley. 103.</li> + <li class="isub1">Summons. Hartley. 123.</li> + <li class="isub1">Talent. Hartley. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">Telephone Call. Hartley. 49.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tonic. Hartley. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Visit to the Dentist. Hartley. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Witheling End. Hartley. 179.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harwood, H. C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Adversity. Harwood. 210.</li> + <li class="isub1">Easy Tavern. Harwood. 270.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ernest. Harwood. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">House Proud. Harwood. 81.</li> + <li class="isub1">John Meadowes. Harwood. 137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Judgement Joe. Harwood. 279.</li> + <li class="isub1">Legend of the Green Lady. Harwood. 162.</li> + <li class="isub1">1919. Harwood. 191.</li> + <li class="isub1">Quemby Pembé. Harwood. 89.</li> + <li class="isub1">Secret Valley. Harwood. 47.</li> + <li class="isub1">Seven Devils. Harwood. 242.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wandering Jew. Harwood. 108.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hichens, Robert Smythe.</span> (1864– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nomad. Rhys B. 48.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Horsnell, Horace.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Water Sprite. New Dec. D. 195.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hughes, Richard.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ghost. Georgian C. 48.</li> + <li class="isub1">Poor Man’s Inn. O’Brien M. 77.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Huxley, Aldous Leonard.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Mexican. Georgian C. 53.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright.</span> (1866– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ransom. Rhys B. 161.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">J<span class="pagenum" id="Page_399">[Pg 399]</span></p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jacobs, William Wymark.</span> (1863– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Monkey’s Paw. Rhys B. 311.</li> + <li class="isub1">Question of Habit. Hastings. 212.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">James, Montague Rhodes.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mezzotint. Hastings. 229.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tractate Middoth. Lynch. 142.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jameson, Margaret Storm.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Monotony. New Dec. D. 178.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jesse, Fryniwyd Tennyson.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. H. M. Harwood.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Baker’s Fury. Georgian C. 89.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Joyce, James.</span> (1882– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Arabie. Hastings. 344.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ivy Day in the Committee Room. Newman. 283.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">K</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kaye-Smith, Sheila.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mockbeggar. Hastings. 371.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Keable, Robert.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Late Extra. New Dec. D. 215.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kingsmill, Hugh.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“W. J.” Georgian C. 111.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kipling, Rudyard.</span> (1865– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">False Dawn. Hastings. 112.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">L</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Landon, Perceval.</span> (1869– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thurnley Abbey. Lynch. 169.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lavrin, Janko.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Old Story. O’Brien L. 88.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lawrence, David Herbert.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jimmy and the Desperate Woman. O’Brien M. 88.</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Laugh. New Dec. D. 235.</li> + <li class="isub1">St. Mawr. Lawrence C. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shades of Spring. Newman. 262.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rex. Gray. 171.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lynch, Arthur.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Sentimental Mortgage. Rhys B. 229.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lynd, Sylvia.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Adversaries. Lynd B. 209.</li> + <li class="isub1">Conversation in War-Time. Lynd B. 257.</li> + <li class="isub1">Day in Town. Lynd B. 127.</li> + <li class="isub1">Eat, Drink, and Be Merry. Lynd B. 43.</li> + <li class="isub1">Exile. Lynd B. 15.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fish Face. Lynd B. 107.</li> + <li class="isub1">Getting the Sack. Lynd B. 245.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gooseberry. Lynd B. 73.</li> + <li class="isub1">Guilty Passion. Lynd B. 87.</li> + <li class="isub1">Intruder. Lynd B. 223.</li> + <li class="isub1">Journey’s End. Lynd B. 113.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mulberry Bush. Lynd B. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Night and Morning. Lynd B. 267.</li> + <li class="isub1">Out of the Wind. Lynd B. 167.</li> + <li class="isub1">Romaunt de la Rose. Lynd B. 153.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sixth Act. Lynd B. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story for Ornithologists. Lynd B. 193.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sybarite. Lynd B. 141.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tact. Lynd B. 179.</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Old Bachelors. Lynd B. 61.</li> + + <li class="isub1">Vengeance. Lynd B. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Worth the Money. Lynd B. 235.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">M</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McAlmon, Winifred.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Bryher.</span>”)</li> + <li class="isub1">South. Contact. 11.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacArdle, Dorothy.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Brother. MacArdle. 34.</li> + <li class="isub1">By God’s Mercy. MacArdle. 80.</li> + <li class="isub1">De Profundis. MacArdle. 72.</li> + <li class="isub1">Earth-Bound. MacArdle. 7.</li> + <li class="isub1">Prisoner. MacArdle. 46.</li> + <li class="isub1">Portrait of Roisin Dhu. MacArdle. 90.</li> + <li class="isub1">Return of Niav. MacArdle. 56.</li> + <li class="isub1">Samhain. MacArdle. 20. O’Brien M. 286.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story Without an End. MacArdle. 102.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McFee, William.</span> (1881– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Deckers on the Coast. O’Brien L. 93.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Machen, Arthur.</span> (1863– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Education and the Uneducated. Machen B. 177.</li> + <li class="isub1">Happy Children. Machen. B. 63.</li> + <li class="isub1">In Convertendo. Machen B. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Martyr. Machen B. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mystic Speech. Machen B. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Out of the Earth. Machen B. 49.</li> + <li class="isub1">Secret of the Sangreal. Machen B. 83.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shining Pyramid. Machen B. 13.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mackenzie, G. H.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lion’s Courage. O’Brien L. 109.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Macnichol, Kenneth.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Redemption of Madame Fradeau. O’Brien M. 115.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Manning-Saunders, George.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Fox, O’Brien M. 134.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mansfield, Katherine.</span> (<span class="smcap">Kathleen Beauchamp Murry.</span>) (1890–1923.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bains Turcs. Mansfield D. 114.</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Cap. Mansfield D. 189.</li> + <li class="isub1">Carnation. Mansfield D. 204.</li> + <li class="isub1">Daughters of the Late Colonel. Robinson. 305.</li> + <li class="isub1">How Pearl Button Was Kidnapped. Mansfield D. 10.</li> + <li class="isub1">Indiscreet Journey. Mansfield D. 152.</li> + <li class="isub1">Journey to Bruges. Mansfield D. 17.</li> + <li class="isub1">Late at Night. Mansfield D. 180.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Girl. Mansfield D. 79.</li> + <li class="isub1">Millie. Mansfield D. 86.</li> + <li class="isub1">New Dresses. Mansfield D. 36.</li> + <li class="isub1">Marriage à la Mode. Hastings. 360.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ole Underwood. Mansfield D. 72.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pension Séguin. Mansfield D. 95.</li> + <li class="isub1">Poison. Mansfield D. 235.</li> + <li class="isub1">Samuel Josephs. O’Brien L. 120.</li> + <li class="isub1">See-Saw. Mansfield D. 209.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sixpence. Mansfield D. 225.</li> + <li class="isub1">Something Childish, but Very Natural. Mansfield D. 122.</li> + <li class="isub1">Spring Pictures. Mansfield D. 175.</li> + <li class="isub1">Suburban Fairy Tale. Mansfield D. 198.</li> + <li class="isub1">This Flower. Mansfield D. 215.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tiredness of Rosabel. Mansfield D. 1.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Truthful Adventure. Mansfield D. 25.</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Tuppenny Ones, Please. Mansfield D. 184.</li> + <li class="isub1">Violet. Mansfield D. 104.</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman at the Store. Mansfield D. 55.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wrong House. Mansfield. D. 220.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marshall, Archibald.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Oakfield House. O’Brien L. 127.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Masefield, John.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Davy Jones’s Gift. Rhys B. 205.</li> + <li class="isub1">In Nelson’s Time. French K. 223.</li> + <li class="isub1">Western Islands. Hastings. 256.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mason, Alfred Edward Woodley.</span> (1865– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hatteras. Rhys B. 131.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Maugham, William Somerset.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">In a Strange Land. O’Brien L. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Letter. World. 275.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rain. Robinson. 331.</li> + <li class="isub1">Taipan. Rhys B. 341.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mayne, Ethel Colburn.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Magic. Mayne B. 55.</li> + <li class="isub1">Campaign. Mayne B. 97.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dialogue in a Cab. Mayne B. 189.</li> + <li class="isub1">Franklin’s Problem. Mayne B. 199.</li> + <li class="isub1">Latchkey. Mayne B. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lavender and Lucinda. Mayne B. 139.</li> + <li class="isub1">Picnic. Mayne B. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shirt of Nessus. Mayne B. 37.</li> + <li class="isub1">Still Life. Mayne B. 173.</li> + <li class="isub1">Stripes. Mayne B. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">White Hair. Mayne B. 85.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merrick, Leonard.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Laurels and the Lady. Aces B. 208.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Metcalfe, John.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Picnic. O’Brien M. 142.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Meynell, Viola.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">We Were Just Saying. O’Brien L. 159.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mitchison, Naomi.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hostages. Georgian C. 187.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Monkhouse, Allan Noble.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Friend in Need. O’Brien M. 155.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Montague, Charles Edward.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Hanging Garden Gully. Georgian C. 200.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mordaunt, Elinor Evelyn May.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fountain. Lynch. 194.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hodge. Rhys B. 102.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mortimer, Raymond.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Lion’s Den. O’Brien L. 168.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Moult, Thomas</span> (“<span class="smcap">Sidney Southgate.</span>”) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Third Chicken. Humphrey A. 157.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Muir, Ward.</span> (1878– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Reward of Enterprise. Rhys B. 263.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">O</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Flaherty, Liam.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beauty. O’Flaherty. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Benedicamus Domino. O’Flaherty. 25.</li> + + <li class="isub1">Black Bullock. O’Flaherty. 256.</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Mare. O’Flaherty. 141.</li> + <li class="isub1">Blackbird. O’Flaherty. 82.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bladder. O’Flaherty. 263.</li> + <li class="isub1">Blood Lust. O’Flaherty. 99.</li> + <li class="isub1">Colic. O’Flaherty. 215.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cow’s Death. O’Flaherty. 20.</li> + <li class="isub1">Doctor’s Visit. O’Flaherty. 174.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fight. O’Flaherty. 206.</li> + <li class="isub1">Going Into Exile. O’Flaherty. 269.</li> + <li class="isub1">His First Flight. O’Flaherty. 104.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hook. O’Flaherty. 168.</li> + <li class="isub1">Josephine. O’Flaherty. 224.</li> + <li class="isub1">Landing. O’Flaherty. 65.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pig in a Bedroom. O’Flaherty. 123.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pot of Gold. O’Flaherty. 194.</li> + <li class="isub1">Reaping Race. O’Brien M. 296.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rockfish. O’Flaherty. 60.</li> + <li class="isub1">Selling Pigs. O’Flaherty. 87.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shilling. O’Flaherty. 109.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sniper. O’Flaherty. 155.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sport: The Kill. O’Flaherty. 150.</li> + <li class="isub1">Spring Sowing. O’Flaherty. 9. O’Brien L. 202.</li> + <li class="isub1">Struggle. O’Flaherty. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Lambs. O’Flaherty. 115.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tramp. O’Flaherty. 40.</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Dogs. O’Flaherty. 162.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wave. O’Flaherty. 35.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wild Sow. O’Flaherty. 188.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wolf Lanigan’s Death. O’Flaherty. 242.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wren’s Nest. O’Flaherty. 134.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Leary, Con.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Banished. O’Brien L. 209.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">P</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pain, Barry.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Not on the Passenger-List. Lynch. 244.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Palmer, Arnold.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Brown of Epsom. Georgian C. 214.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Penn-Smith, Frank.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hang. Georgian C. 291.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pickthall, Marmaduke William.</span> (1875– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Quest. O Brien M. 159.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Powys, T. F.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Alleluia. Rhys B. 305.</li> + <li class="isub1">Beautiful Sea. O’Brien L. 213.</li> + <li class="isub1">Painted Wagon. O’Brien M. 179.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pugh, Edwin William.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Other Twin. Rhys B. 176.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Purchas, Samuel.</span> (1575?–1626.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Invincible Armada. French K. 1.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">R</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Raleigh, Sir Walter.</span> (1552?–1618.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Revenge. French K. 21.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Richardson, Dorothy M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Death. O’Brien L. 218.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rickword, Edgell.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Undine, the Last Adventurer of the Chevalier Errant. New Dec. D. 92.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roberts, Morley.</span> (1857– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grear’s Dam. Rhys B. 272.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roberts, Richard Ellis.</span> (1879– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Narrow Way. Rhys B. 184.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rootham, Helen.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Creaking Sarah and Laughing Sal. O’Brien L. 221.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Russell, William Clark.</span> (1844–1911.) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Duel. French K. 166.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">S</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sackville-West, Violet.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Seducers in Ecuador. Sackville-West. B.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sadleir, Michael.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother’s Comedy. New Dec. D. 143.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Schreiner, Olive.</span> (1863–1920.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Buddhist Priest’s Wife. Hastings. 146.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scott, Michael.</span> (1789–1835.) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">In the Hornet’s Nest. French K. 119.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Simpson, Helen.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">At the Mickleham Arms. O’Brien L. 226.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sinclair, May.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Intercessor. Contact. 237.</li> + <li class="isub1">Victim. Lynch. 294.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sitwell, Edith.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Undergrowth. O’Brien L. 230.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sitwell, Osbert.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Friendship’s Due. Sitwell. 67.</li> + <li class="isub1">Greeting. Georgian C. 254. Sitwell. 99.</li> + <li class="isub1">His Ship Comes Home. Sitwell. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">Low Tide. Sitwell. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Machine Breaks Down. Sitwell. 175.</li> + <li class="isub1">Triple Fugue. Sitwell. 193.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Pauline.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Anna’s Marriage. Smith E. 107.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ludovitje. Smith E. 147.</li> + <li class="isub1">Miller. Smith E. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pain. Smith. E. 17.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pastor’s Daughter. Smith E. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Schoolmaster. Smith E. 49.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sinner. Smith E. 85.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sisters. Smith E. 157.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Will.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Escape of Saemundr. O’Brien M. 184.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smollett, Tobias George.</span> (1721–1771.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Good King George’s Time. French K. 54.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Squire, John Collings.</span> (1884– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Baxteriana. Squire. 136.</li> + <li class="isub1">Best Seller. Squire. 38.</li> + <li class="isub1">Cemetery. Squire. 184.</li> + <li class="isub1">Golden Scileus. Squire. 114.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lecture. Squire. 159.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Kept A Diary. Squire. 13. Georgian C. 299.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Wrote Free Verse. Squire. 239.</li> + <li class="isub1">Painful Dilemma. Squire. 215.</li> + <li class="isub1">Success. Squire. 72.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stacpoole, Henry De Vere.</span> (1865– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">King of Maleka. Rhys. B. 285.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stephens, James.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Heavy Husbands. Hastings. 322.</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stern, G. B.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Geoffrey Lisle Holdsworth.</span>) (1890– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Beloved.” Aces B. 291.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Eleventh Hat.” Aces. 238.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stevenson, Robert Louis.</span> (1850–1894.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sword of Alan. French K. 34.</li> + <li class="isub1">Providence and the Guitar. Hastings. 75.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Strong, Leonard A. G.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Buckross Ring. New Dec. D. 40.</li> + <li class="isub1">Storm. O’Brien M. 188.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">T</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thackeray, William Makepeace.</span> (1811–1863.) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Barbazure. Hastings. 34.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tomlinson, H. M.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bible Brown. O’Brien L. 244.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Turner, W. J.</span> (1889– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mask of Michichiyo. O’Brien L. 251.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">V</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vachell, Horace Annesley.</span> (1861– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tug of War. Georgian C. 317.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">W</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walpole, Hugh Seymour.</span> (1884– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Enemy in Ambush. O’Brien M. 202.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lois Drake. Robinson. 433.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Warren, C. Henry.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">While ’Zekiel Ploughed. O’Brien M. 214.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Watson, E. L. Grant.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Grant Watson. E. L.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, A. W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“Chanson Triste.” O’Brien M. 230.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, Herbert George.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Truth About Pyecraft. Robinson. 454.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wheen, Arthur.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Two Masters. O’Brien M. 240.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Whymper, Frederick.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Great Sea Serpent. French K. 247.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, Romer.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Edward J. O’Brien.</span>) (1891– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tambourin Chinois. O’Brien L. 264.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wylie, Ida Alena Ross.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Fraülein and the Big World. World. 13.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">Y</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Yeats, William Butler.</span> (1865– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Crucifixion of the Outcast. Rhys B. 74.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Young, Francis Brett.</span> (1884– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cage Bird. O’Brien M. 260.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">Z</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Zangwill, Israel.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Noah’s Ark. Aces. 276.</li> +</ul> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</span></p> + +<p class="p2 center"><a id="Index_IIIa"></a> +<abbr title="Three">III.</abbr> Translations +</p> + + <p class="center">A</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Akuraters, Janis</span>, (1876– .) (<i>Latvian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death. Eaton A. 239.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Andersen, Hans Christian.</span> (1805–1875.) (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shepherdess and the Chimney Sweep. Newman. 61.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anonymous.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">About the Peasant Who Got into Heaven by Pleading. Newman. 20.</li> + <li class="isub1">Of the Churl Who Won Paradise. Hastings. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anonymous.</span> (<i>Japanese.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Account of the Hari-Kiri. Seitz. 280.</li> + <li class="isub1">Archery in the Olden Time. Seitz. 236.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bell of Kawagoye. Seitz. 124.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bitter for Sweet. Seitz. 219.</li> + <li class="isub1">Carp in a Dream. Seitz. 106.</li> + <li class="isub1">Confessions of Two Monks. Seitz. 240.</li> + <li class="isub1">Doll Flowers. Seitz. 183.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dream or No? Seitz. 231.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fencing-Master’s Story. Seitz. 132.</li> + <li class="isub1">Forty-Seven Ronins. Seitz. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Fowler. Seitz. 128.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hangataro: The Faithful Dog. Seitz. 245.</li> + <li class="isub1">Heroism of Torii Katsutaka. Seitz. 58.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hidakagawa. Seitz. 254.</li> + <li class="isub1">Holy Houses of Sleep. Seitz. 206.</li> + <li class="isub1">Honest Kyusuke. Seitz. 35.</li> + <li class="isub1">How to Meet Death. Seitz. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Human Destiny. Seitz. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ichinotani. Seitz. 194.</li> + <li class="isub1">Living-Field River. Seitz. 210.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mecca of the Pilgrim. Seitz. 152.</li> + <li class="isub1">My Lord Bag-o’-Rice. Hearn B. 47.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Man and the Mirror. Seitz. 227.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ooka as a Matchmaker. Seitz. 164.</li> + <li class="isub1">Oshichi of the Greengrocer. Seitz. 135.</li> + <li class="isub1">Priest’s Staff. Seitz. 201.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rat Boy. Seitz. 177.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shuzo’s Wife—A Story of True Love. Seitz. 113.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sundry Ghosts. Seitz. 170.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sword. Seitz. 259.</li> + <li class="isub1">True Story of Hidari Jingoro. Seitz. 79.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ungo-yenji. Seitz. 265.</li> + <li class="isub1">Vision of the Unseen. Seitz. 214.</li> + <li class="isub1">Winning Without Hands. Seitz. 148.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wrestling of a Damio. Seitz. 89.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Abosev, A.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lenin. Osip. 137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Soldiers. Osip. 130.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">B</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barbey D’Aurevilly, Jules.</span> (1808–1889.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">At a Dinner of Atheists. Barbey. 181.</li> + <li class="isub1">Beneath the Cards of a Game of Whist. Barbey. 127.</li> + <li class="isub1">Crimson Curtain. Barbey. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Greatest Love of Don Juan. Barbey. 51.</li> + <li class="isub1">Happiness in Crime. Barbey. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman’s Revenge. Barbey. 239.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blasco Ibanez, Vincente.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Spanish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cabure Feather. Ibáñez B. 221.</li> + <li class="isub1">Four Sons of Eve. Ibáñez B. 182.</li> + <li class="isub1">General’s Automobile. Ibáñez B. 280.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hero. Ibáñez B. 35.</li> + <li class="isub1">Life Sentence. Ibáñez B. 330.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mad Virgins. Ibáñez B. 381.</li> + <li class="isub1">Martinez’s Insurrection. Ibáñez B. 305.</li> + <li class="isub1">Monster. Ibáñez B. 350.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Woman of the Movies. Ibáñez B. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Serbian Night. Ibáñez B. 341.</li> + <li class="isub1">Serenade. Ibáñez B. 256.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shot in the Night. Ibáñez B. 104.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sleeping Car Porter. Ibáñez B. 369.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sunset. Ibáñez B. 150. Eaton A. 362.</li> + <li class="isub1">Widow’s Loan. Ibáñez B. 63.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boccaccio, Giovanni.</span> (1313?–1375.) (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Abraham Goes to the Court of Rome. Newman. 34.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boulenger, Marcel.</span> (1873– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prodigal Child. Eaton B. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bourget, Paul.</span> (1852– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Father and Son. Eaton B. 54.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boutet, Frederic.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Quarter Pound. Eaton B. 74.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bratescu-Voinesti, J. A.</span> (1869– .) (<i>Rumanian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Violoncello. Eaton A. 298.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brocchi, Virgilio.</span> (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Illusion. Eaton A. 158.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">C</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Capek, Karel.</span> (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Imprint. Eaton A. 42.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Capek, Karel.</span> (1890– .) <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Capek, Josef.</span> (1887– .) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Island. Busch. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Living Flame. Busch. 180.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Capek-Chod, K. M.</span> (1850– .) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">At the Rotary Machine. Busch. 193.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chekhov, Anton Pavlovitch.</span> (1861–1904.) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Darling. Newman. 222.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Colette.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Mme. Henri De Jouvenel.</span>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ambulance Dogs. Colette. 151.</li> + <li class="isub1">Autumn. Colette. 99.</li> + <li class="isub1">For Sale: A Little Dog. Colette. 41.</li> + <li class="isub1">Jealous Dog. Colette. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Bulldog. Colette. 94.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Lolu”—the White Borzoi. Colette. 59.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man With the Fishes. Colette. 133.</li> + <li class="isub1">Monsieur Maurice. Eaton B. 88.</li> + <li class="isub1">Monsieur Rouzade’s Little Pig. Colette. 140.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother Cat. Colette. 86.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nonache—A Cat and a Kitten. Colette. 78.</li> + <li class="isub1">Performing Dogs. Colette. 67.</li> + <li class="isub1">Politicians, or The Old Lady and the Bear. Colette. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">“Poum”—The Devil Cat. Colette. 1.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_403">[Pg 403]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Perrou—The Cat Who Had Such a Sad Life. Colette. 16.</li> + <li class="isub1">Ricotte—The Brazilian Squirrel. Colette. 122.</li> + <li class="isub1">Shah—The Persian Cat. Colette. 25.</li> + <li class="isub1">Snakes. Colette. 128.</li> + <li class="isub1">Taxidermist and the Cat. Colette. 106.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tomcat. Colette. 34.</li> + <li class="isub1">Too Small for a Dog. Colette. 51.</li> + <li class="isub1">Zoölogical Garden. Colette. 115.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">D</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Daudet, Alphonse.</span> (1840–1897.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death of the Dauphin. Hastings. 43.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">D’Aguilar, A.</span> (<i>Portuguese.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Treasure of Almeida. Eaton A. 271.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Drieu La Rochelle, P.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Empty Bag. Eaton B. 92.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Duhamel, Georges.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Denys Thevenin.</span>”) (1894– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miracle. Eaton B. 130.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Duvernois, Henri.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jacqueline. Jacqueline. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man’s Man. Eaton B. 139.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">E</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ejerins, Janis.</span> (1891– .) (<i>Latvian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pink Ass. Eaton A. 227.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Elster, Kristian.</span> (<i>Norwegian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Uncle Ferdinand. Eaton A. 247.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">F</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Farrere, Claude.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Frederic-Charles-Pierre-Edouard Bargone.</span>) (1876– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Year 1937. Eaton B. 167.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Flaubert, Gustave.</span> (1821–1881.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Herodias. Flaubert. 125.</li> + <li class="isub1">Legend of St. Julian the Hospitaller. Flaubert. 75.</li> + <li class="isub1">Simple Heart. Flaubert. 13.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">G</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gardony, Geza.</span> (<i>Hungarian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Getting Acquainted. Eaton A. 144.</li> + <li class="isub1">Painter in the Village. Eaton A. 136.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Geraldy, Paul.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prelude. Eaton B. 186.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Gesta Romanorum.</span>” (<i>Latin.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tale of the Emperor, the Lyon, and the Bere. Newman. 29.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Glessner, Edmond.</span> (<i>Belgian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">At the Sign of the Pelican. Eaton A. 22.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gobineau, Joseph Arthur, Comte de.</span> (1816–1882.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dancing Girl of Shamakha. Gobineau. 17.</li> + <li class="isub1">Illustrious Magician. Gobineau. 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">Lovers of Kandahar. Gobineau. 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story of Gamber-Aly. Gobineau. 81.</li> + <li class="isub1">War with the Turkomans. Gobineau. 133.</li> + + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Gorky, Maxim.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Alexei Maximovitch Pyeshkov.</span>) (1868 or 1869– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hermit. Gorky D. 137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Incident. Gorky D. 40.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rehearsal. Gorky D. 87.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sky-Blue Life. Gorky D. 180.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story of a Novel. Gorky D. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Guitet-Vauquelin, Pierre.</span> (1882– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Passion of Aragon. Eaton B. 327.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">H</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Halid, Resik.</span> (<i>Turkish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grey Donkey. Eaton A. 403.</li> + <li class="isub1">Peach Garden. Eaton A. 392.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hellstrom, Gustav.</span> (1882– .) (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Theodore. Eaton A. 378.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herrmann, Ignat.</span> (1854– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Childless. Busch. 97.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hugo, Victor-Marie.</span> (1802–1895.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Octopus. French K. 336.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">I</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ibanez, Vincente Blasco</span>, <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Blasco Ibanez, Vincente.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ivanoff, Vsevolod.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Child. Eaton A. 306.</li> + <li class="isub1">’Merican. Osip. 114.</li> + <li class="isub1">On the Rails. Osip. 121.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">J</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jensen, Johannes V.</span> (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Maiden. Eaton A. 59.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Joseph-Renaud, J.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Behind the Veil. Jacqueline. 75.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">K</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kallas, Aino.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Finnish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Smuggler. Eaton A. 70.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kasatkin, Ivan.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Flying Osip. Osip. 21.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kathforne, N. G.</span> (<i>Greek.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">For a New Resurrection. Eaton A. 108.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kessel, J.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Child Who Came Back. Eaton B. 267.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kolosov, Mark.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thirteen. Osip. 147.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kuprin, Alexander.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Rybrinkoff. Eaton A. 318.</li> + <li class="isub1">Disciple. Kuprin C. 115.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gambrinus. Kuprin C. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Monte Carlo. Kuprin C. 77.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old City of Marseilles. Kuprin C. 149.</li> + <li class="isub1">Roach Hole. Kuprin C. 95.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">L</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lacretelle, Jacques de</span>. (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beautiful Day. Eaton B. 277.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">LaForgue, Jules.</span> (1860–1887.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miracle of the Roses. Newman. 146.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lechartier, Georges.</span> (1868– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Heroes. Eaton B. 297.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Le Normand, Henri Rene.</span> (1882– .) (<i>French.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_404">[Pg 404]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Moroccan Spring. Eaton B. 315.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Level, Maurice.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Maids. Jacqueline. 223.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lichtenberger, Andre.</span> (1870– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Poor Man. Eaton B. 326.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Loti, Pierre.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Louis-Marie-Julien Viaud.</span>) (1850–? .) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fishers of the Deep. French K. 90.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">M</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacOrlan, Pierre.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">King Rose. Eaton B. 365.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Makuszynski, Kornel.</span> (<i>Polish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Forgotten Ghost. Eaton A. 259.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mann, Thomas.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>German.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death in Venice. Mann. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tonio Kröger. Mann. 193.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tristan. Mann. 127.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Maupassant, Henri-Rene-Albert-Guy de.</span> (1850–1893.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Baptism. Maupassant K. 223.</li> + <li class="isub1">Caresses. Maupassant J. 51.</li> + <li class="isub1">Child. Maupassant K. 145.</li> + <li class="isub1">Clochette. Maupassant J. 110.</li> + <li class="isub1">Coco. Maupassant K. 135.</li> + <li class="isub1">Denis. Maupassant J. 259.</li> + <li class="isub1">Devil. Maupassant K. 137.</li> + <li class="isub1">Dowry. Maupassant K. 111.</li> + <li class="isub1">Epiphany. Maupassant J. 148.</li> + <li class="isub1">Family. Maupassant J. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Forgiveness. Maupassant K. 283.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hand. Maupassant K. 55.</li> + <li class="isub1">Happiness. Maupassant K. 87.</li> + <li class="isub1">He! Maupassant K. 99.</li> + <li class="isub1">Hole. Maupassant J. 101.</li> + <li class="isub1">Horla. Maupassant J. 57.</li> + <li class="isub1">Jewelry. Maupassant K. 185.</li> + <li class="isub1">Jewels. Newman. 135.</li> + <li class="isub1">Julie Romain. Maupassant J. 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Soldier. Hastings. 104.</li> + <li class="isub1">Love. Maupassant J. 93.</li> + <li class="isub1">Madame Parisse. Maupassant J. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Madman. Maupassant K. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">Marquis of Fumerol. Maupassant J. 117.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Amable. Maupassant J. 22.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Cripple. Maupassant K. 247.</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Man. Maupassant K. 199.</li> + <li class="isub1">On Horseback. Maupassant K. 233.</li> + <li class="isub1">Parricide. Maupassant K. 171.</li> + <li class="isub1">Robber. Maupassant K. 213.</li> + <li class="isub1">Saint Anthony. Maupassant K. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sigh. Maupassant J. 128.</li> + <li class="isub1">Simon’s Papa. Maupassant K. 15.</li> + <li class="isub1">Solitude. Maupassant K. 45.</li> + <li class="isub1">’Toine. Maupassant K. 67.</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Friends. Maupassant K. 123.</li> + <li class="isub1">Walk. Maupassant K. 123.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wolf. Maupassant K. 273.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merimee, Prosper.</span> (1803–1870.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Etruscan Vase. Newman. 110.</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mille, Pierre.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Field Marshal. Jacqueline. 59.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Miloshlevich, Momchilo.</span> (<i>Jugoslav.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vassitza. Eaton A. 191.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morand, Paul.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Child of a Hundred Years. Eaton B. 378.</li> + <li class="isub1">Nordic Night. Newman. 312.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Musset, Alfred de.</span> (1810–1857.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mimi Pinson. Newman. 73.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">N</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Neruda, Jan.</span> (1834–1891.) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vampire. Busch. 90.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Noailles, Comtesse Anna Mathieu de.</span> (1876– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fear of Being Useless. Eaton B. 387.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">O</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ogawa, Mimei</span> (<i>Japanese.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Day He Could Not Walk. Ogawa. 45.</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Poison. Ogawa. 63.</li> + <li class="isub1">Rose and Witch. Ogawa. 3</li> + <li class="isub1">Rosy Finger. Ogawa. 23.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">P</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Petronius Arbiter.</span> (?–66.) (<i>Latin.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Matron of Ephesus. Newman. 10.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Picard, Gaston-Louis-Charles.</span> (1892– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Unrest of Man. Eaton B. 403.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pilniak, Boris.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Always on Detachment. Pilniak. 85.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bielokonskoie. Eaton A. 353.</li> + <li class="isub1">Bielokonsky Estate. Pilniak. 165.</li> + <li class="isub1">Crossways. Pilniak. 211.</li> + <li class="isub1">Death. Pilniak. 181.</li> + <li class="isub1">Forest Manor. Pilniak. 135.</li> + <li class="isub1">Heirs. Pilniak. 195.</li> + <li class="isub1">Over the Ravine. Pilniak. 69.</li> + <li class="isub1">Snow. Pilniak. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Snow Wind. Pilniak. 121.</li> + <li class="isub1">Thousand Years. Pilniak. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Year of Their Lives. Pilniak. 37</li> + <li class="isub1">Leather Jackets. Osip. 56.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pirandello, Luigi.</span> (1867– .) (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Notebook. Eaton A. 183.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pohjanpaa, Lauri.</span> (<i>Finnish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">The Death of Old Deemster. Eaton A. 78.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">R</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Remizov, Aleksei.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Clock. Remizov. 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">Betrothed. Remizov. 205.</li> + <li class="isub1">Easter. Remizov. 211.</li> + <li class="isub1">White Heart. Remizov. 195.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Rosny, J. H.</span>, <i>aïné.</i>” (J. <i>and</i> H. <span class="smcap">Boëx</span>.) (1856– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Immortal Curse. Eaton B. 414.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rumania, Marie, Queen of.</span> (<i>Rumannian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">In the Winter of War. Eaton A. 287.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">S<span class="pagenum" id="Page_405">[Pg 405]</span></p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Salda, F. X.</span> (1868– .) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death of Count Christopher des Loges. Busch. 213.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Schnitzler, Arthur.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Austrian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fate of the Baron Von Leisenbohg. Eaton A. 3.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Seifulina, Lydia.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lawbreakers. Osip. 61.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Semenov, S.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hunger: A Diary. Osip. 170.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shishkov, Vyacheslav.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Theatrical Performance in the Hamlet of Ogrysovo. Osip. 34.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Svetla, Caroline.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Johanna Rottova Muzak.</span>) (1830–1899.) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Kiss. Busch. 1.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Svobodova, Ruzena.</span> (1868–1920.) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shot. Busch. 235.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">T</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tetmajer, Kazimierz.</span> (<i>Polish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Maiden Dew. Freeman. 283.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tharaud, Jean.</span> (1877– .) <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Tharaud, Jerome.</span> (1874– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bells of Marrakech. Eaton B. 432.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Theer, Otokar.</span> (1885–1917.) (<i>Czechoslovak.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Naughty Child. Busch. 225.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">U</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Upitis, Andrejs.</span> (1877– .) (<i>Latvian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Golden Staircase. Eaton A. 201.</li> + +</ul> + + <p class="center">V</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vandemere, Heendrick.</span> (<i>Dutch.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Caliban. Eaton A. 127.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vazoff, Ivan.</span> (1850– .) (<i>Bulgarian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Is He Coming? Eaton A. 35.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Verga, Giovanni.</span> (1840–1922.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Across the Sea. Verga. 211.</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Bread. Verga. 129.</li> + <li class="isub1">Don Licciu Papa. Verga. 41.</li> + <li class="isub1">Gentry. Verga. 183.</li> + <li class="isub1">His Reverence. Verga. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">Liberty. Verga. 197.</li> + <li class="isub1">Malaria. Verga. 67.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mystery Play. Verga. 53.</li> + <li class="isub1">Orphans. Verga. 81.</li> + <li class="isub1">Property. Verga. 95.</li> + <li class="isub1">So Much for the King. Verga. 29.</li> + <li class="isub1">Story of the Saint Joseph’s Ass. Verga. 107.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Verhaeren, Emile.</span> (1855–1916.) (<i>Belgian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Horse Fair at Opdorp. Verhaeren. 49.</li> + <li class="isub1">In a Village. Verhaeren. 37.</li> + <li class="isub1">Inn of Gentle Death. Verhaeren. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">One Night. Verhaeren. 79.</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Friends. Verhaeren. 63.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Voltaire, Francois-Arouet de.</span> (1694–1778.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Woman’s Story. Newman. 45.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">W</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Warnod, Andre.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nénette, Alice, and Marie. Jacqueline. 175.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Winckler, Joseph.</span> (<i>German.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Holiday Child. Eaton A. 89.</li> +</ul> + + <p class="center">Z</p> + +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Zozulya, Efim.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">A Mere Trifle. Osip. 288.</li> +</ul> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_406">[Pg 406]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="MAGAZINE_AVERAGES"> + MAGAZINE AVERAGES + </h2> + <p class="center">OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>The following table includes the averages of distinctive stories in twenty +American periodicals published from October, 1924, to September, 1925, +inclusive. One, two and three asterisks are employed to indicate relative +distinction. “Three-asterisk stories” are considered worth reprinting in +book form. The list excludes reprints.</i></p> +<br> +<table class="smaller table1"> +<tr> +<td class="tdc t r b" rowspan="2"><span class="smcap">Periodicals</span></td> +<td class="tdc t r b" rowspan="2"><span class="smcap">No. of<br>Stories<br>Published</span></td> +<td class="tdc t r b" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">No. of Distinctive Stories Published</span></td> +<td class="tdc t b" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">Percentage of Distinctive Stories Published</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc b r">*</td> +<td class="tdc b r">**</td> +<td class="tdc b r">***</td> +<td class="tdc b r">*</td> +<td class="tdc b r">**</td> +<td class="tdc b">***</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">American Mercury</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">17</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">13</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">10</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">6</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">77</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">59</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">35</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Atlantic Monthly</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">26</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">24</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">20</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">11</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">92</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">77</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">42</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Catholic World</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">31</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">15</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">48</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">3</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">3</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Century</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">26</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">26</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">20</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">14</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">100</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">77</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">54</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Chicago Tribune (Syndicate Service)</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">52</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">14</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">8</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">2</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">27</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">15</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">4</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Collier’s Weekly (except September 19)</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">163</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">56</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">18</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">11</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">34</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">11</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">7</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Cosmopolitan</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">128</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">46</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">20</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">8</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">36</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">16</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Delineator</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">30</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">9</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">0</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">0</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">30</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">0</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">0</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Designer</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">38</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">7</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">18</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">3</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">3</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Dial</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">17</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">17</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">17</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">16</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">100</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">100</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">94</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Everybody’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">74</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">16</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">5</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">2</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">22</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">7</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">3</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Good Housekeeping</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">55</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">19</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">11</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">7</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">35</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">20</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">13</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Harper’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">36</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">35</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">28</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">15</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">97</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">77</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">42</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Ladies’ Home Journal</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">52</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">17</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">9</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">33</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">18</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">2</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Midland</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">23</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">21</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">8</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">0</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">91</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">35</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">0</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Pictorial Review</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">49</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">33</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">21</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">13</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">66</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">42</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Red Book Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">119</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">28</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">15</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">5</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">24</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">13</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">4</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Saturday Evening Post</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">396</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">67</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">14</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">5</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">16</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">4</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">1</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r">Scribner’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">42</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">26</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">12</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">6</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">62</td> +<td class="tdr r pad4">29</td> +<td class="tdr pad4">15</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdh r b">Woman’s Home Companion</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">63</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">27</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">3</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">1</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">43</td> +<td class="tdr r b pad4">5</td> +<td class="tdr b pad4">2</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_407">[Pg 407]</span></p> +</div> + +<p><i>The following tables indicate the rank, during the period between October, +1924, and September, 1925, inclusive, by number and percentage of distinctive +short stories published, of twenty periodicals coming within the +scope of my examination which have published an average of 15 per cent +or more of distinctive stories. The lists exclude reprints, but not translations.</i></p> +<br> +<table class="autotable"> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">By Percentage</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 1. Century Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">100%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 2. Dial</td> +<td class="tdr">100%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 3. Harper’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">97%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 4. Atlantic Monthly</td> +<td class="tdr">92%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 5. Midland</td> +<td class="tdr">91%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 6. American Mercury</td> +<td class="tdr">77%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 7. Pictorial Review</td> +<td class="tdr">66%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 8. Scribner’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">62%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 9. Catholic World</td> +<td class="tdr">48%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">10. Woman’s Home Companion</td> +<td class="tdr">43%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">11. Cosmopolitan</td> +<td class="tdr">36%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">12. Good Housekeeping</td> +<td class="tdr">35%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">13. Collier’s Weekly</td> +<td class="tdr">34%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">14. Ladies’ Home Journal</td> +<td class="tdr">33%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">15. Delineator</td> +<td class="tdr">30%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">16. Chicago Tribune (Syndicate Service)</td> +<td class="tdr">27%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">17. Red Book Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">24%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">18. Everybody’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">22%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">19. Designer</td> +<td class="tdr">18%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">20. Saturday Evening Post</td> +<td class="tdr">16%</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdc" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">By Number</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 1. Saturday Evening Post</td> +<td class="tdr">67</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 2. Collier’s Weekly</td> +<td class="tdr">56</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 3. Cosmopolitan</td> +<td class="tdr">46</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 4. Harper’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">35</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 5. Pictorial Review</td> +<td class="tdr">33</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 6. Red Book Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">28</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 7. Woman’s Home Companion</td> +<td class="tdr">27</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 8. Century Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"> 9. Scribner’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">26</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">10. Atlantic Monthly</td> +<td class="tdr">24</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">11. Midland</td> +<td class="tdr">21</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">12. Good Housekeeping</td> +<td class="tdr">19</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">13. Dial</td> +<td class="tdr">17</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">14. Ladies’ Home Journal</td> +<td class="tdr">17</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">15. Everybody’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr">16</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">16. Catholic World</td> +<td class="tdr">15</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">17. Chicago Tribune (Syndicate Service)</td> +<td class="tdr">14</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">18. American Mercury</td> +<td class="tdr">13</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">19. Delineator</td> +<td class="tdr">9</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl">20. Designer</td> +<td class="tdr">7</td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_408">[Pg 408]</span></p> +</div> + +<p><i>The following periodicals have published during the same period ten or +more “two-asterisk stories.” The list excludes reprints, but not translations, +Periodicals represented in this list during 1915, 1916, etc., to 1924 inclusive +are represented by the prefixed letters a, b, etc., to j inclusive.</i></p> +<br> + +<table> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">1.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Harper’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">28</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">2.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">bcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Pictorial Review</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">21</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">3.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Century Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">20</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">4.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">cdef<span class="hide">g</span>hij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Atlantic Monthly</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">20</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">5.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">ij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Cosmopolitan</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">20</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">6.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcde<span class="hide">fghi</span>j</td> +<td class="tdh2">Collier’s Weekly</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">18</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">7.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">fghi </td> +<td class="tdh2">Dial</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">17</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">8.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">i<span class="hide">j</span></td> +<td class="tdh2">Red Book Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">15</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">9.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdef<span class="hide">ghi</span>j</td> +<td class="tdh2">Saturday Evening Post</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">14</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">10.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdef<span class="hide">g</span>hij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Scribner’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">12</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">11.</td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +<td class="tdh2">Good Housekeeping</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">11</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">12.</td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +<td class="tdh2">American Mercury</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">10</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">13.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">i<span class="hide">j</span></td> +<td class="tdh2">Hearst’s International</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">10</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<br><br> + +<p><i>The following periodicals have published during the same period five +or more “three-asterisk stories.” The list excludes reprints, but not translations. +The same signs are used as prefixes as in the previous list.</i></p> + +<table> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">1.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">fghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Dial</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">16</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">2.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Harper’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">15</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">3.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Century Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">14</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">4.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">bcdefghij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Pictorial Review</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">13</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">5.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">cdef<span class="hide">g</span>hij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Atlantic Monthly</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">11</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">6.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">ab<span class="hide">c</span>d<span class="hide">efghi</span>j</td> +<td class="tdh2">Collier’s Weekly</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">11</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">7.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">ij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Cosmopolitan</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">8</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">8.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">j</td> +<td class="tdh2">Transatlantic Review</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">7</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">9.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">c<span class="hide">defghi</span>j</td> +<td class="tdh2">Good Housekeeping</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">7</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">10.</td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +<td class="tdh2">American Mercury</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">11.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">a<span class="hide">bcdefghij</span></td> +<td class="tdh2">Forum</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">12.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abcdef<span class="hide">g</span>hij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Scribner’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">13.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">ij</td> +<td class="tdh2">Hearst’s International</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">6</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">14.</td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +<td class="tdh2">Bookman (New York)</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">5</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">15.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">i<span class="hide">j</span></td> +<td class="tdh2">Red Book Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">5</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">16.</td> +<td class="tdr vlt">abc<span class="hide">d</span>ef<span class="hide">gh</span>i<span class="hide">j</span></td> +<td class="tdh2">Saturday Evening Post</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">5</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdr vlt pad4">17.</td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +<td class="tdh2">MacLean’s Magazine</td> +<td class="tdr vlb pad2">5</td> +</tr> +</table> +<br> +<p><i>Ties in the above lists have been decided by taking relative rank in other +lists into account.</i></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_409">[Pg 409]</span> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INDEX_OF_SHORT_STORIES_PUBLISHED"> + INDEX OF SHORT STORIES PUBLISHED + IN AMERICAN MAGAZINES + </h2> +<p class="center">OCTOBER, 1924, TO SEPTEMBER, 1925 +</p> +</div> + +<p class="center"> +<i>All short stories published in the following magazines are indexed</i>: +</p> + +<ul> + <li>All’s Well</li> + <li>American Magazine</li> + <li>American Mercury</li> + <li>American-Scandinavian Review</li> + <li>Asia</li> + <li>Atlantic Monthly</li> + <li>Bookman (New York)</li> + <li>Books (New York Herald-Tribune)</li> + <li>Catholic World</li> + <li>Century</li> + <li>Chicago Tribune (Syndicate Service)</li> + <li>Collier’s Weekly (except September 19)</li> + <li>Cosmopolitan</li> + <li>Delineator</li> + <li>Designer</li> + <li>Dial</li> + <li>Double Dealer</li> + <li>Echo</li> + <li>Everybody’s Magazine</li> + <li>Forum</li> + <li>Golden Book</li> + <li>Good Housekeeping</li> + <li>Guardian (Philadelphia)</li> + <li>Harper’s Bazar</li> + <li>Harper’s Magazine</li> + <li>Hearst’s International</li> + <li>Holland’s Magazine</li> + <li>Independent</li> + <li>International Arts</li> + <li>Ladies’ Home Journal</li> + <li>Leonardo</li> + <li>Liberty</li> + <li>Living Age (except April 18 to August 29)</li> + <li>Little Review</li> + <li>McCall’s Magazine (except July to September)</li> + <li>Menorah Journal</li> + <li>Midland</li> + <li>Modern Quarterly</li> + <li>New Republic</li> + <li>New York Tribune (except September 13 and 20)</li> + <li>North American Review</li> + <li>Opportunity</li> + <li>Outlook (New York)</li> + <li>Pearson’s Magazine (Chicago)</li> + <li>Pictorial Review</li> + <li>Red Book Magazine</li> + <li>Reviewer</li> + <li>Saturday Evening Post</li> + <li>Scribner’s Magazine</li> + <li>Southwest Review</li> + <li>Stratford Monthly</li> + <li>Transatlantic Review</li> + <li>Vanity Fair</li> + <li>Wave</li> + <li>Woman’s Home Companion</li> + <li>Workers’ Monthly</li> + <li>World Tomorrow</li> + <li>Yale Review</li> +</ul> + +<p class="p2"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_410">[Pg 410]</span> +<i>Short stories of distinction only, published in the following magazines +during the same period, are indexed. The list includes two British periodicals +in which American stories were published which did not appear elsewhere.</i></p> + +<ul> + <li>Adventure</li> + <li>Ainslee’s Magazine</li> + <li>American Boy</li> + <li>American Hebrew</li> + <li>Blue Book Magazine</li> + <li>B’nai B’rith Magazine</li> + <li>Calendar (London)</li> + <li>Canadian Forum</li> + <li>Cedar Rapids Republican</li> + <li>Charm</li> + <li>Commonweal</li> + <li>Country Gentleman</li> + <li>Day, The</li> + <li>Dearborn Independent</li> + <li>Elks Magazine</li> + <li>Farm and Fireside</li> + <li>Frontier</li> + <li>Golden Galleon</li> + <li>Hue and Cry</li> + <li>Inter-America</li> + <li>Iowa Literary Magazine</li> + <li>Jewish Forum</li> + <li>Jewish Tribune</li> + <li>London Mercury</li> + <li>McClure’s Magazine</li> + <li>Macfadden Fiction-Lover’s Magazine</li> + <li>MacLean’s Magazine</li> + <li>Munsey’s Magazine</li> + <li>New York Evening Post Literary</li> + <li>Review</li> + <li>Open Road</li> + <li>Popular Magazine</li> + <li>Sea Stories Magazine</li> + <li>Short Stories</li> + <li>Sunset</li> + <li>Trident</li> + <li>Woman’s World</li> + <li>Young Israel</li> +</ul> + +<p class="p2"><i>I have considered many other magazines without finding any stories +of distinction. One, two or three asterisks are prefixed to the titles of stories +to indicate distinction. Three asterisks prefixed to a title indicate the fact +that the story is listed in the “Roll of Honor.” Cross references after an +author’s name refer to the last previous volume of this series in which his +or her name appeared. (H) after the name of an author indicates that +other stories by this author have been published in American periodicals +between 1900 and 1914, and that these stories are listed in “The Standard +Index of Short Stories” by Francis J. Hannigan, published by Small, +Maynard and Company, 1918. The figures in parentheses after the title +of a story refer to the volume and page number of the magazine. In cases +where successive numbers of a magazine are not paged consecutively, the +page number only is given in this index. As the reader will have noted, +a few odd numbers of periodicals have been so far unprocurable for my +purpose. I hope to report upon these next year. Those which I failed to +obtain in time for last year’s book are for the most part reported upon here.</i></p> + +<p class="p2 center"><a id="Index_Ib"></a> +<abbr title="One">I.</abbr> AMERICAN AUTHORS +</p> + +<p class="center">A</p> + +<ul class="index"> + <li class="ifrst"><span class="smcap">Abbott, Eleanor Hallowell.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Fordyce Coburn.</span>) (1872– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Out of Nothing—and Roses. Del. May. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Abdullah, Achmed.</span> (<span class="smcap">Achmed Abdullah Nadir Khan El-Durani El-Idrissyeh.</span>) (“<span class="smcap">A. A. Nadir</span>”.) + (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Affair of Honor. Hear. Jan. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ahee! Des. Aug. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">First Hundred Thousand. Ev. June. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Gates of Tamerlane. A. Merc. Aug., ’24. (2:391.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hound of the Wilderness. McCall. Feb. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Magnificent Gesture. Elks. Mar. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Matter of Oriental Imagination. Elks. July. (4.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_411">[Pg 411]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Million. Ev. Aug. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Say Ye of the Truth: Is This Sorcery?” Chic. Trib. Dec. 14, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Hundred Thousand. Ev. July. (75.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aber, Caroline.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Morituri. Mid. Nov., ’24. (10:387.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Adams, Bill.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Bertram M. Adams.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Helmsman of the Mandarin. Adv. Aug., <a href="#Page_30">30</a>. (99.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Old Sea Flower. Adv. Dec. 20, ’24. (37.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Said Death—With his Magniloquent Breath.” Outl. (N. Y.) June 10. (140:232.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Slim Ball’s Religion. Outl. (N. Y.) May 6. (140:28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Three Thieves. Outl. (N. Y.) Sept. 16. (141:97.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Adams, David Ernest.</span> (1891– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***“Truth is Stranger—.” Atl. Apr. (135:470.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Adams, Eva Moore.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Shady. Scr. Dec., ’24. (76:625.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Adams, Frank R.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Against all Comers. Ly. Dec. 6, ’24. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bungleshed. Ly. Jun. 14, ’24. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">For Love of Money. Cos. Jan. (65.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Highlighter. Ly. Sept. 27, ’24. (9.) Oct. 4, ’24. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Miss Light Fingers. Cos. Nov., ’24. (89.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rendezvous in Paris. Cos. June. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Spare Parts. Am. March. (31.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Words that begin with K. Ly. Oct. 25, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Adams, Samuel Hopkins.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">It Did Happen. Ly. Nov. 1, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ostrich. Chic. Trib. Oct. 12, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Addington, Sarah.</span> (1891– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Four Letter Word Meaning Girl. L. H. J. July. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aiken, Conrad.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Disciple. Harp. M. Dec., ’24. (150:11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Last Visit. Dial. April. (78:285.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Strange Moonlight. Dial. Mar. (78:195.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Akers, Arthur K.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Execution of Bugwine. Red Bk. May. (93.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Meet the Manager. Red. Bk. Sept. (75.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Old Man Debbow. Red Bk. Apr. (90.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aldrich, Bess Streeter.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Margaret Dean Stevens</span>”.) (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Weakling. Am. Feb. (46.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aldrich, Darragh.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Hel” Breaks Loose. Del. Aug. (12)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Alexander, Charles.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Major of Lamontai. Ev. Feb. (122.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Alexander, Elizabeth.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lunch Money. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (45.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Alexander, Mary.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Kilbourne, Fannie</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Alexander, Sandra.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Mildred Alexander Lewis.</span>) (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***The Gift. Rev. April. (5:77.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Allen, James Lane.</span> (1849–1925.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***King Solomon of Kentucky. (<i>R.</i>) G. B. May. (1:692.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anderson, David Merrill.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Play a Waltz. A. Merc. Mar. (4:314.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Raveling. Cen. Sept. (110:589.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anderson, Frederick Irving.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fifty-Fifty. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Impromptu Con Brio. S. E. P. July 25. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Magician. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Horse. S. E. P. June 20. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anderson, Sherwood.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Meeting South. Dial. Apr. (78:269.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Return. Cen. May. (110:3.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anderson, William Ashley.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bwana Who Laughed. Ev. Dec., ’24. (31.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Outcast. Hear. Jan. (50.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Andrews, Clarence Edward.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Harshest Thing in the World. Atl. July. (136:49.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Andrews, Mary Raymond Shipman.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">His Only Love. Des. Sept. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Passing the Torch. L. H. J. Oct., ’24. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Traffic Squad. Am. Aug. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anthony, Joseph.</span> (1897– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bandy Legs. F. F. Sept. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Kill or Cure. Elks. July. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Asch, Nathan.</span> (1902– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Gertrude Donovan. Tr. Dec., ’24. (2:608.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aton, James.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Apostle of Thunder. For. Sept. (74:430.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Too Good to Be True. For. Mar. (73:359.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Avery, Stephen Morehouse.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">By the Sword. Hol. Oct. ’24. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dragon Fly. L. H. J. Feb. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Duck Luck. McCall. Nov., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Forced Down. Red Bk. Apr. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gilded Pheasant. Col. July 18. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Cynic. G. H. Nov., ’24. (64).</li> + <li class="isub1">Happy Hunting Ground. Ly. Jan. 17. (31.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_412">[Pg 412]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">In the Night. L. H. J. Nov., ’24. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Incompatible Angels. Col. June 27. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady in Jeopardy. Col. Sept. 5. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ticket to Timbuctoo. Ly. Feb. 21. (19.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">B</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Babcock, Edwina Stanton.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Browning in Parc Monceau. Harp. M. Feb. (150:287.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dunelight. L. H. J. June. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Wavering Gold. Harp. M. Jan. (150:141.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bacon, Josephine Dodge Daskam.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lame Ducks. Red Bk. Feb. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Roof. Chic. Trib. Feb. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Savage. Harp. B. April. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Touchstone. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Trunk. W. H. C. Dec., ’24. (27.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bailey, Ethel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Young United Stateser. McC. July. (1:461.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bailey, Irene Temple.</span> (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Candle in the Forest. G. H. Dec., ’24. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ball, Calvin.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Office Reform. S. E. P. May 30. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Balmer, Edwin.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beyond the Détour. Chic. Trib. April 19.</li> + <li class="isub1">Chance. Ly. Sept. 19. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Enchantment. Des. April. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bamberger, Theron.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Married a Dumbbell. Chic. Trib. March 15.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Banning, Margaret Culkin.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Blonde. Col. July 25. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bread-and-Butter Complex. Am. Nov., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Don’t Go to Any Trouble. Am. May. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fortune Hunter. Del. Sept. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Great Club Woman. Harp. M. Nov., ’24. (149:744.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Honeymoon. Red Bk. May. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">King Cophetua. L. H. J. Oct., ’24. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Puddle. Col. Feb. 7. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">New Blood. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old War Horse. S. E. P. April 25. (56.)</li> + <li class="isub1">On the Inside. S. E. P, Aug. 29. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Poverty de Luxe. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Silk Velvet. Red Bk. July. (64.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“That’s Politics.” Ly. April 25. (26.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">This Little Model. Red Bk. Jan. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vote it Straight. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Women Come to Judgment. Harp. M. Oct., ’24. (149:562.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bari, Valeska.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gift of Tongues. Atl. Sept. (136:389.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Majority Rule. Atl. Jan. (135:78.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barker, Elsa.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hard as Nails. Ev. Jan. (101.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Special Purpose. Des. Feb. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Veiled Goddess. Harp. M. Aug. (151:333.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barnard, Leslie Gordon.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Snow in Spring. MacL. June 1. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Song of the Loo Foy. MacL. Jan. 15. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barnes, Djuna.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Passion. Tr. Nov., ’24. (2:490.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Barrington, E.</span>” (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>See also</i> <span class="smcap">Beck, L. Adams.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Twin Wives. Atl. Nov., ’24. (134:634.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barstow, Ralph.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hypostasia. Ev. Mar. (135.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Seeds of Greatness. Ev. Dec., ’24. (127.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bartlett, Frederic Orin.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bittersweet. W. H. C. June. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Home Missions. Des. July. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Folks at Home. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Bawn, Phelim.</span>”</li> + <li class="isub1">For God and St. Patrick. Cath. W. Mar. (120:737.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beach, Rex Ellingwood.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Frenchy. Hear. Nov., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Goose Woman. Hear. Oct., ’24. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Who Overplayed His Hand. Hear. Jan. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Michigan Kid. Hear. Dec., ’24. (64.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beard, Wolcott le Clear.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dean of Rascals’ Row. Adv. Dec. 30, ’24. (66.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beatty, Bessie.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Servant of Love. Ly. Sept. 12. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">To-morrow Day. G. H. July. (78.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beaumont, Gerald.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Betty’s a Lady. Red. Bk. May. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Dane. Red. Bk. Nov., ’24. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Who Played Fidèle. Red Bk. Feb. (31.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Making of O’Malley. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mulhall’s Great Catch. Red Bk. Jan. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Racing Fool. Red. Bk. July. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Said with Soap. Red. Bk. April. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Whir of Wings. Red. Bk. March. (56.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bechdolt, Frederick Ritchie.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_413">[Pg 413]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">His Flesh and Blood. Red. Bk. June. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Soft Side of Hate. Cos. Nov., ’24. (96.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Son-in-law with Sand. Cos. Oct., ’24. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tenderfoot Girl. Cos. Aug. (82.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Women of Delight. Cos. March. (80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beck, L. Adams.</span> (<i>See also</i> “<span class="smcap">Barrington, E.</span>”)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Hidden One. Atl. Oct., ’24. (134:520.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Sea of Lilies. Asia. June. (25:483.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*V. Lydiat. Atl. Feb. (135:223.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beede, Ivan.</span> (1896– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Haywired. Tr. Oct., ’24. (2:386.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Storm. Tr. Dec., ’24. (2:646.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beer, Thomas.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Appreciation. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Civilization. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Joab. S. E. P. April 4. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love’s Simple Tale. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Observation. S. E. P. May 16. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Secret Goddess. S. E. P. May 30, (45.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sophistication. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benchley, Robert C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Gay White Peters. Red Bk. June. (96.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Let’s Go! Red Bk. Aug. (66.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mark of Peters. Red Bk. Sept. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">One Way Traffic. Red Bk. March. (86.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Peters’ at the Play. Red Bk. April. (70.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Peters’ Try the Literary Life. Red Bk. May. (77.)</li> + <li class="isub1">They Asked for It. Red Bk. July. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">When the Peters Came to Town. Red Bk. Feb. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benda, Lilith.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Triangle. Hear. Oct., ’24. (72.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benefield, Barry.</span> (<i>See 1917.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Blocker Locke. Cen. Feb. (109:441.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Fiery Sweetness in the Air. Col. April 11. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Guard of Honour. Pict. R. July. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benet, Stephen Vincent.</span> (1898– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Canned Salmon. Ev. March. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cigarettes. Ly. June 20. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Harrigan’s Head. Ev. May. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jolly Roger. Ly. Nov. 1, ’24. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miranda, the Measles, and Marmaduke. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Raveled Sleeve. Cos. Oct., ’24. (90.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benet, William Rose.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1917.</i>)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Late Mr. Waller and the Wow. Red. Bk. April. (73.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bercovici, Konrad.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Beggar of Alcazar. Cen. Feb. (109:500.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Devil of the Desert. Chic. Trib. Mar. 8.</li> + <li class="isub1">***Flood. G. H. July. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Goats. Col. Sept. 26. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Law of the River. G. H. May. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Millstones. Pict. R. Nov., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Steel Against Steel. G. H. Feb. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Storm. Des. Jan. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Tinsel. Col. Aug. 29. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Vineyard. G. H. Jan. (20).</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Betts, Alexander.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Post-Mortem. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Biddle, Francis B.</span> (1886– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Aunt Jane’s Sofa. For. May. (73:679.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bierce, Ambrose.</span> (1842–1914.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Inhabitant of Carcosa. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:99.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:335.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Black, Dorothy.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Faithful Lover. L. J. H. Sept. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blackmar, Beatrice.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Westward—How? Ly. Feb. 14. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Block, Rudolph.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Lessing Bruno</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blodgett, Ruth Robinson.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Renwick Plays the Game. Scr. May. (77:480.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bonner, Marietta.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Hands. Opp. Aug. (3:235.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Borden, Mary.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Meeting in Mayfair. Harp. B. June. (102.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boumphrey, J. T.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Delicate Cedar. Atl. June. (135:763.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boyd, Thomas.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Kentucky Boy. Scr. Jan. (77:23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Little Gall. Scr. Feb. (77:133.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Responsibility. Scr. March. (77:273.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Uninvited. A. Merc. Nov., ’24. (3:270.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brace, Blanche.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Exit Eglantine! Am. May. (31.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Smith of New York. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pink Dress. Ev. May. (136.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shining Palace on the Sand. Am. Aug. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Something Diff’rent. Am. Sept. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brace, Blanche.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>), <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Connolly, Vera L.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Just a Little Bit of Home. Am. Dec., ’24. (54.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brackett, Charles.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_414">[Pg 414]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Father’s Day. S. E. P. July 4. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tenth-Word Love. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brady, Mariel.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Autograph Album. G. H. Oct., ’24. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eyes of Argus. Hol. May. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brecht, Harold W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Two Heroes. Harp. M. Sept. (151:478.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brent, Robert William.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Doctor Winkleman. Oracle. March. (1:9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bretherton, Vivien R.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wind Harp. McCall. Feb. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Briggs, Ellis O.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Quiet Turkish Evening with Geraldine. Col. Oct. 11, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shah is Dead: Checkmate. Ev. Jan. (43.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brinig, Myron.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Fear God and Take Your Own Part. Pict. R. June. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Briry, Malcolm.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Little Drops of Water. Ev. Sept. (25.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brooks, George S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Comedy Comet. McC. July. (1:375.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pete Retires. Scr. Dec., ’24. (76:645.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brooks, Jonathan.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bright Work. Col. Oct. 18, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Brothers under the Pigskin. Col. Nov. 22, ’24. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Half-a-Stroke Heywood. Ev. Sept. (77.)</li> + <li class="isub1">His Son’s Dad. Ev. Nov., ’24. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jack O’Lantern. Ly. Aug. 15, (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Runnin’ Fool. Am. Nov., ’24. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three-Laigged Hoss. Ev. June. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">True Bills. Col. Dec. 6, ’24. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Water Bucket Baby. Am. Sept. (54.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Weep no Mo’, Mah Lady. Col. Dec. 27, ’24. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brooks, Winn.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Sixteen Fathoms Deep. Col. June 27. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Alice.</span> (1857– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Piece of a Dream. W. H. C. Jan. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Bernice.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Letter. Red. Bk. Oct., ’24. (77.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Persian Apple Sauce. L. H. J. Aug. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Why Girls Leave Rome. L. H. J. March. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Katharine Holland.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Chivalry. Outlook. (N. Y.) Aug. 19. (140:561.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Kenneth Irving.</span> (1896– .)</li> + + <li class="isub1">***Christmas Guest. Atl. Dec., ’24. (134:797.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brown, Royal.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">All the Symptoms But One. Ly. Nov. 7, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Among the Idle Rich. Hear. Oct., ’24. (64.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Engagements are Like That. Des. Oct., ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Everybody Lies. Des. May. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Girl with the Pay-Roll. Cos. March. (81.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Inevitable Clinch. Cos. Aug. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love at First Sight. Hear. Nov., ’24. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love is Blind. Hear. Jan. (36.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Makes Gamblers of Us All. Cos. June. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Should a Body Kiss a Body. Hear. Feb. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">So This is Love. Cos. July. (104.)</li> + <li class="isub1">When a Girl Needs a Friend. Cos. Sept. (104.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Browne, R. K. G.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Fruitful Visit. G. H. May. (54.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Brubaker, Howard.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Connie Makes the Grade. Red Bk. Feb. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Connie’s Double Life. Red Bk. Mar. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Conquering Connie. Red Bk. Jan. (74.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Soiled Wings. W. H. C. April. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bryson, Lyman Lloyd.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1918.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Cyprian. Atl. Nov., ’24. (134:603.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Buchanan, Rosemary.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Between Trains. Cath. W. Sept. (121:768.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bunner, Henry Culver.</span> (1855–1896.) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Hector. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:129.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Zenobia’s Infidelity. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:731.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Buranelli, Prosper.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*White Pigeon. Ev. Mar. (150.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burke, Morgan.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Next Time a Lion. Ly. Oct. 25, ’24. (37.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burlingame, Roger.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bachelors on Horseback. Scr. April. (77:405.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burnet, Dana.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Breakfast with Bettina. S. E. P. June 20. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Child. S. E. P. Aug. 8. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fine Feathers. Red Bk. March. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pinwheel Age. Cos. Oct., ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rose-covered Cottage. Col. June. 13. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Technic. S. E. P. May 16. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Those High-Society Blues. S. E. P. May 23. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Underground Romance. Ly. Oct. 11, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wings. Ly. Dec. 27, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burt, Katherine Newlin.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_415">[Pg 415]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Fair Exchange. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Intruder. Cos. Jan. (73.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Loneliest Man Alive. Cos. Feb. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Outlaw’s Daughter. Cos. May. (83.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Swan’s Mate. Cos. Sept. (76.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burt, Maxwell Struthers.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Beauty and the Blantons. McCall. June. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“You are All Pardoned.” Pict. R. Sept. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burt, Will.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Compensation. Mid. Feb. 1. (11:57.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burtis, Thomson.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man-made Mutiny. Am. B. Sept., ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Butler, Ellis Parker.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bum’s Rush. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dog Wanted: Male. Del. Jan. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fenderton Roper, Pressman. Ly. Feb. 28. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Fragrance of Lilacs. Del. May. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Good Sport. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Idealist. Book. (N. Y.) March. (61:13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mascot. S. E. P. May 23. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Organizing Grandpa. L. H. J. June. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Husband. W. H. C. Aug. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Telling Jedbury. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Byrne, Donn.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Bryan Oswald Donn-Byrne.</span>) (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Blue Waves of Tory. Pict. R. June. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Certain Regrettable Occasion. Harp. B. July. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*County People. Pict. R. July. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Fair Girl of Wu. Pict. R. April. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Green Eyes. Pict. R. Jan. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*In Praise of James Carabine. S. E. P. May 9. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pipes o’ Glory. Col. Mar. 21. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Supreme Sacrifice. Macf. Oct., ’24. (49.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">C</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cabell, James Branch.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Above Paradise. A. Merc. Feb. (4:143.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mathematics of Gonfal. Cen. Aug. (110:387.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Caffrey, A. A.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">John A. S. E. P. May 23. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Calloway, Artemus S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Uncle Titus. Hol. Oct., ’24. (13.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cameron, Anne.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cherchez la Femme. S. E. P. July 11. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gramp. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">There’s No Justice. S. E. P. Dec. 27, ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Campbell, Evelyn.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Splurge. McCall. Nov., ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Campbell, Lillian Hankins.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Missionary. Cath. W. Mar. (120:792.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Canfield, Dorothy. (Dorothea Frances Canfield Fisher.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Cage. Book. (N. Y.) Dec., ’24. (60:392.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Carne, Mary Amelia.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">David Giddings, Conqueror. Cath. W. June. (121:300.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Carson, Sam.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Both in the Money. Ev. Dec., ’24. (87.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ex-Has-Been. Ev. Nov., ’24. (121.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ran Second. Ev. Oct., ’24. (122.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Squirrel-Teeth. Ev. Jan. (168.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Carstairs, Elizabeth Nail.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Rich Man’s Son. Scr. Nov., ’24. (76:485.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Carver, Ada Jack.</span> (<i>See 1917.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Redbone. Harp. M. Feb. (150:257.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cary, Lucian.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“I Guess You’d Better Do Your Stuff.” S. E. P. May 16. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Neither Innocent nor a Bystander. Ev. Feb. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">New Yorker in the Sticks. Col. Mar. 7. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Once at Pluma Gogg’s. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sporting Thing to Do. Ev. Mar. (89.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Story for Fathers. Col. June 20. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Flannels. S. E. P. June 27. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Castle, Everett Rhodes.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Held Up. S. E. P. May 23. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sharpest Man in Willowville. S. E. P. June 13. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Castleman, Samuel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Clothes Competition. Chic. Trib. Jan. 11.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chamberlain, George Agnew.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Jarrad, Last of the Pineys. S. E. P. May 30. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pillbeck and Eggs. S. E. P. Jan. 24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pillbeck and Pillbeck. S. E. P. Dec. 27, ’24. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chambers, Robert W.</span> (1865– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Girl in Golden Rags. McCall. Nov., ’24. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grey Iris. McCall. Jan. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Reversion. McCall. Dec., ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chandler, Julia.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Ninth Coleman. Des. Dec., ’24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chapman, Elisabeth Cobb.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_416">[Pg 416]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Drama for Lunch. Ly. May 16. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Golf Bride. Ly. Oct. 25, ’24. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mathilde is Different. Cos. July. (98.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chapman, Frederick.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">One Cocker Spaniel Going North. W. H. C. Aug. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Child, Maude Parker.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Romance. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Child, Richard Washburn</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cat. Des. Nov., ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Donna Quixote. Des. Dec., ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">For the Woman. Cos. Sept. (94.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Her Two Men. S. E. P. Jan. ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*No Knowing Why. Des. Mar. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Childs, Marquis W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Roomer. I. L. M. May. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chittenden, Gerald.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mrs. Riddle. Scr. Sept. (78:243.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clarage, Eleanor.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Anniversary. A. Merc. June. (5:169.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clark, Emily.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Edwin Swift Balch.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Chocolate Sponge. A. Merc. June. (5:160.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clark, Valma.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Devil’s Third Horn. Col. Feb. 28. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Drive. Col. July 18. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***“Service.” Scr. Oct., ’24. (76:356.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Substitute. Hol. Dec., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Superstition. Hol. Oct., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Woman of No Imagination. Scr. Aug. (78:129.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clausen, Carl.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shelled. Chic. Trib. Jan. 18.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clemens, Samuel Langhorne.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Twain, Mark</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Close, Upton.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Hall, Joseph W.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coatsworth, Elizabeth J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Man Who Loved Wild Animals. D. D. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (7:43.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cobb, Irvin Shrewsbury.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Ace in the Hole. Cos. Aug. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Black Duck. Cos. July. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Button, Button.... Cos. Dec., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Coyote in Central Park. G. H. July. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Dead Line. Cos. Feb. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hands Across the Sea. Harp. B. Aug. (45.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Nobody Sees the Waiter’s Face. Cos. Jan. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***One Block from Fifth Avenue. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:629.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Parker House Roll. Cos. May. (64.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Power of the Press. Cos. June. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Principle of the Thing. Cos. April. (68.) MacL. March 15. (2.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">***Standing Room Only. Cos. Oct., ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**We of the Old South. Cos. Nov., ’24. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cohen, Bella.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Bella Neyo.</span>”) (1899– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Laugh. Calendar. July. (1:387.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Yetta’s Feller. Macf. Oct., ’24. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cohen, Octavos Roy.</span> (1891– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Barberous. S. E. P. March 14. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bathing Booty. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blackmale. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Steel. Red Bk. Aug. (56.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bounce of Prevention. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Case Ace. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (41.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Damaged Good. S. E. P. July 18 (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fly and the Ointment. Chic. Trib. Nov. 23, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Inside Inflammation. S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Interlude. Ev. Nov., ’24 (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jazz You Like It. S. E. P. Aug. 8. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lion and the Uniform. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Child. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Directed. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">On With the Lance. S. E. P. May 2. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prologue. Des. May. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Silent Call. G. H. May. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">To Love and to Honour. Col. Sept. 12. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Union Suit. Chic. Trib. May 24.</li> + <li class="isub1">White Lights and Amber. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Write and Wrong. S. E. P., Mar. 7. (60.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Collins, Charles.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Marvellous Marco. Chic. Trib. Nov. 30, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Comfort, Mildred H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Water Gypsy. Ind. Jan. 3. (114:11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Comfort, Will Levington.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Another’s Man’s Game. Ev. Sept. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Damsel. Ev. June. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Koot Hoomi. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Merv—. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Outside of a Horse. S. E. P. July 11. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thirty Years Late. S. E. P. April 18. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Condon, Frank.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>).</li> + <li class="isub1">Best Minds. S. E. P. May 2. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Big Names. S. E. P. April 4. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Brownie. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chronic and Incurable. Col. Nov. 1, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Directed by Andy. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (16.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_417">[Pg 417]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Finders Keepers. S. E. P. Dec. 27, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">If and When. Ly. May 16. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Drops of Water. S. E. P. April 25. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Minor Changes. S. E. P. June 6. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mud. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">New Stuff. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Poor Old Pete. Ly. Mar. 7. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Coat. S. E. P. May 30. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Small Thanks. Ly. March 21. (28).</li> + <li class="isub1">Voice of Spring. Ly. May 31, ’24. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connell, Catherine.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Widow’s Mite. Hol. Feb. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connell, Richard.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Big Things—in a Bigger Way. Ly. Jan. 3. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Coils of Chance. Red Bk. Jan. (71.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cold-Blooded. Am. Oct., ’24. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">First Gentleman of the Land. S. E. P. May 9. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fourth Degree. S. E. P. June 6. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Unopen Spaces. Ly. Dec. 20, ’24. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Higher Salesmanship. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Law’s an Ass. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Percentage. 000. Col. Apr. 25. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Schools of Success. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Egg. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Six Reasons Why. Cen. April. (109:756.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Spring Flow’rets. Harp. B. Feb. (78.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sssssssssshhhh! S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Umps. Ly. Oct. 4, ’24. (57.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Unbeatable Bettle. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Yatz-Gatz. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connolly, James Brendon.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Driving Home from George’s. S. E. P. July 4. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Home Lights. Red Bk. Apr. (37.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*In the Wake of the Gale. S. E. P. Aug. 8. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rough-Water Captains. S. E. P. June 27. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shoal Water. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Trawler. (R.) Ev. Aug. (108.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connolly, Myles.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Simpleton. Cath. W. Dec., ’24. (120:306.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Connolly, Vera L.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Brace, Blanche</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Connolly, Vera L.</span></li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cook, Francis C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Dreamer. Ind. Oct. 11, ’24. (113:255.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cooper, Anice Page.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*June and the Prophet. Strat. Jan. (4:63.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cooper, Courtney Ryley.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Big Boy. Ev. Aug. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chinook. Red Bk. May. (70.)</li> + <li class="isub1">King of Strawberry Flats. Ly. May 24, ’24. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">One Woman’s Man. Red Bk. July. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">When Death Stalked. Red Bk. Aug. (69.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Corley, Donald.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Legend of the Little Horses. Pict. R. Oct., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Manacles of Youth. Harp. M. Dec., ’24. (150:85.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cram, Mildred R.</span> (1889– .). (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Captain Sparhawk. Blue Bk. Dec. ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Paris—France. Chic. Trib. Aug. 16.</li> + <li class="isub1">Very Old Amber. Harp. B. Feb. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Waters under the Bridge. Harp. B. May (74.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crane, Clarkson.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Renewal. Dial. March. (78:208.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crane, Frances.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Visit. Mid. Sept. (11:263.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crane, Stephen.</span> (1870–1900.) (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Grey Sleeve. (R.) Gol. Jul. (2:5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Open Boat. (R.) Ev. Aug. (96.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crawford, Charlotte Holmes.</span> (<i>See 1917.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Point of Recoil. Scr. Oct., ’24. (76:404.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crichton, Kyle S.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*For Sale: Med. Show. Scr. Feb. (77:176.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cross, Ruth.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stuff of Youth. Am. June. (29.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Crowell, Chester T.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Bringer of Grist. Cen. Sept. (110:526.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Crime of Crimes. Cen. March. (109:696.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Devil Born in Them. A. Merc. Jul., ’24. (2:275.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fair-Weather Love. Cos. June. (100.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fight. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Giovanni and the Goddess. S. W. Jan. (34).</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hicks, D. D. S. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (41.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mary Fisher’s Philosophy. A. Merc. May. (5:46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Pariah. A. Merc. Aug., ’24. (2:481.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ruins of Empire. Am. March. (39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Very Wicked Man. Hear. Dec., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Women, Women, Women. Col. July 4. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Curtiss, Philip Everett.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_418">[Pg 418]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Penny in the Wide. L. H. J. Sept. (16.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">D</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dale, Virginia.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Shy. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Men are So Different. Red Bk. Mar. (53.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Some Men Stay Single. Cos. Sept. (73.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Things. Red Bk. Sept. (66.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dalrymple, C. Leona.</span> (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Age. Hol. Aug. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dana, Francis.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tripper Trap. S. E. P. July 25. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dargan, Oliver Tilford.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Serena Takes a Boarder. Rev. Apr. (5:10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davenport, Walter.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Geoffrey John of Amiens. Ly. May 23. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Señor Roams with Rooney. Ly. Oct. 11, ’24. (29.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Society. Ly. Sept. 12. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tough. Ly. Mar. 21. (37.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davies, Oma Almona.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bargain with Fate. G. H. Feb. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eben and Ezer. S. E. P. June 13. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Friend fur Apple Butter. S. E. P. May 9. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ground for Divorcement. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hind End Frontmost. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Just a Way to Go. G. H. Aug. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Kind fur Kind. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ten Cents a Cone Yet. S. E. P. July 4. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Girls to Oncet. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davis, Aaron.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bull of Bashan. S. E. P. May 9. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Kitchen Cabinet. S. E. P. May 30. (39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Opalescent Bore. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Polka-Dot Hounds. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Simon Called Peter. S. E. P. Mar 7. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davis, Elmer Holmes.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jeshurun. Col. Jan. 31. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">No Girl. Col. Jan. 3. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davis, Louise Taylor.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hour at Tranquillity. Des. June. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davis, Martha King.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Qualifying of Vivian. Hol. Feb. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Davis, Richard Harding.</span> (1864–1916.) (<i>See 1918.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + + <li class="isub1">**Consul. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. July. (111.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Walk Up the Avenue. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:37.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Day, Lillian.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Brief-Case Men. Hol. Feb. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De Burgh, Elizabeth.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Mrs. Buckle. Atl. Jan. (135:105.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Deland, Margaret Wade (Campbell).</span> (1857– .) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Third Volume. (<i>R.</i>) G. B. May. (1:702.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Delano, Edith Barnard.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">(<i>See “H” under</i> <span class="smcap">Barnard</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Delano</span>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Face of the Waters. L. H. J. May. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Resurrection. L. H. J. July. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Wise Men. L. H. J. Dec., ’24. (3).</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De Leon, Walter.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beautiful and the Dumb. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (63.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Claudia and the Fired Man. Red Bk. Mar. (66.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Complex. Red Bk. Sept. (82.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Locke and Keyes. Hear. Dec., ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prof. B. B.’s Mary. Ly. May 31, ’24. (49.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dell, Floyd.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Hallelujah, I’m a Bum! Cen. June. (110:137.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Runaway. W. H. C. Oct., ’24. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Derieux, Samuel A.</span> (1881–1922.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Man Trouble. Col. Sept. 12. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Detzer, Karl W.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red in the Devil’s Hair. Ev. Dec., ’24. (79.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Landman. Col. Aug. 15. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Deutsch, Hermann Bacher.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man who Did not Matter. Cos. July. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Slunge. Col. Sept. 12. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Queen of the Turf. Col. July 25. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Roughneck and the Lady. Cos. April. (80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De Voto, Bernard.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Lesion. Guar. Dec., ’24. (4.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dexter, Gayne.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Broadway Forever. Ev. Mar. (99.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fiddling Fool. Ly. Nov. 8, ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lulu—She Steals the Show. Ev. Feb. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Serpent of Lies. Cos. Aug. (64.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shark Bait. Cos. Sept. (102.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Society Stuff. Ev. April. (143.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Star-Maker. Ev. Jan. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Diamant, Gertrude.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Channa Makes Her Bed. Men. J. Feb. (11:1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dickenson, Edwin Cole.</span> (<i>See 1918.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jonesy Gets His Swim. Scr. April. (77:385.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dickenson, May Freud.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mouse. A. Merc. July, ’24. (2:357.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dickson, Harris.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_419">[Pg 419]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Jungle Woman. Red Bk. July. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Talking Bird. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dickson, W. Lee.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fifty Miles from Nowhere. Ev. Oct., ’24. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dine, Warren L. Van.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Van Dine, Warren L.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dingle, Aylward E.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Blow the Man Down. S. E. P. May 2. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bound for Rio Grande. Ly. Dec. 20, ’24. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hunchback of the Hesperus. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Kelp. Adv. Sept. 30. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mayes. Ev. Mar. (37.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Skipper of the Titania. S. E. P. Feb. 7 (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tarrible Swede. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">They Builded a Ship Ly. Mar. 28. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Worth Their Salt. S. E. P. June 20. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Divine, Charles.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Conquerors of the City. Ev. April. (179.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Part-Time Hero. Hol. Aug. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shrinking Violet. Del. Sept. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dobie, Charles Caldwell.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Arrested Moment. Rev. July. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Elder Brother. Harp. M. Feb. (150:323.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Hands of the Enemy. Harp. M. March. (150:441.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Wild Geese. Harp. M. June. (150:11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dodge, Louis.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Wentworth’s Masterpiece. Scr. Sept. (78:280.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Doren, Carl Van.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Van Doren, Carl</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dorrington, Albert.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Peter’s Pipe. Hol. Aug. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Douglas, Marjory Stoneman.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bird Dog in the Hand. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Mango Pie. S. E. P. April 18. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hat Named Horace. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pineland. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Solid Mahogany. S. E. P. June 20. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dounce, Harry Esty.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Flaw in My Great-Uncle Amos. Col. Mar. 7. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Heroine. Col. Jan. 31. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Downes, Anne Miller.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Just Fifteen Minutes. Pear. (Am.) Oct., ’24. (29.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Downing, J. Hyatt.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Closed Roads. Scr. Aug. (78:191.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dox, Julia C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mission at Martin’s. Cath. W. Aug. (121:653.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Draper, Ruth.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Three Generations in the Court of Domestic Relations. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (23.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dreiser, Theodore.</span> (1871– .)(<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Glory Be! McGlathery. Pict. R. Jan. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dudley, Walbridge.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Harvest. Pear. (Am.) Feb. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Duganne, Phyllis.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Another Kind of Girl. Ly. April 4. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Connie. L. H. J. Feb. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fed Up. Harp. B. July. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Heap Big Squaw! Charm. Feb. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Judy Clubs the Ball. L. H. J. April. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nan is Diverted. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two from the Chorus. Harp. B. Sept. (68.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dunn, Joseph Allan.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dragon’s Breath. Chic. Trib. Mar. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pearl of Amaru. Chic. Trib. Jan. 4.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dutton, Louise Elizabeth.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Parker Fillmore.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Keys of Heaven. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dwyer, James Francis.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sabri. W. H. C. June. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Seven Turkeys from Hong Kong. W. H. C. Aug. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*With Topgallants Set. Blue Bk. June. (1.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">E</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Eastman, Rebecca Lane Hooper.</span> (1877– .)(<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bureau Hunt. G. H. Sept. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fourth Miss Pelicoes. G. H. Oct., ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Oh, That We Two Were Maying—Again! G. H. Mar. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Primrose Frock. Des. Aug. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Edwards, Harry Stillwell.</span> (1855– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Two Runaways. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:226.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Eldridge, Paul.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Fortune-Teller. Guar. Mar. (1:179.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*He Who was God. Dec., ’24. (3:230.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tragi-Comedy. Rev. Oct., ’24. (4:367.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Eliot, Ethel Cook.</span> (1890– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Maternal. For. June. (73:812.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Elkin, Marcia.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">What Every Sister Knows. W. H. C. May. (34.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ellard, Gerald.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_420">[Pg 420]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Miriam’s Christmas Story. Cath. W. Dec., ’24. (120:355.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ellerbe, Alma Martin Estabrook.</span> (1871– .), <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ellerbe, Paul Lee.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>See “H” under</i> + <span class="smcap">Ellerbe, Paul Lee</span>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Battle Axe. Col. Sept. 5. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Doors. Del. Feb. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pack Rat Springs the Trap. Col. Oct. 4, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Services Rendered. Col. Aug. 8. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sunshine, Fresh Air, and a View. W. H. C. Oct., ’24. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**$2,000.00 Reward. Cos. Mar. (98.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman Nothing Ever Happened To. W. W. Nov., ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Elliott, John L.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Yippy. Cen. July. (110:292.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Elmaleh, Leon H.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Solis-Cohen</span>, <span class="smcap">Judith</span> <i>and</i> + <span class="smcap">Elmaleh, Leon H.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Emery, Steuart M.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Homer Becomes Himself. Hol. June. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wild, Wild Child. Ly. Jan. 31. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">With Interest to Date. Hol. May. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Emmett, Elizabeth.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Moon and Michael. Hol. July. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">England, George Allan.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Half a Brick. S. E. P. June 6. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Erskine, Laurie York.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pictures. Ev. Nov., ’24. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Evans, Ida May.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Achilles Always Has His Heel. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Daughter of a Hawk. Red Bk. Sept. (78.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Devil. Red Bk. Aug. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man’s Money’s Worth. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (36.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Secret Room. Red Bk. June. (51.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Spendthrift. Hear. Feb. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Su Sam Sa. Chic. Trib. July 19.</li> + <li class="isub1">We Knew Him When—. Cos. Aug. (72.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Everman, Paul.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ashen-Yellow. A. W. Oct., ’24. (9.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">F</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fagin, N. Bryllion.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Buttoned Up. Pear. (Am.) Feb. (48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fanlet, George.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Lie. Echo. Sept. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Faragoh, Francis Edwards.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bessie Goes Steady. Pict. R. Oct., ’24. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Faris, Phoebe O’Neall.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Moon’s Laws. Des. April. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Farnham, W. I.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Professor Highbrow’s Mule. Hol. Sept. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Farrar, John Chipman.</span> (1896– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Greatest Lover. Ev. Feb. (152.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ferber, Edna.</span> (1887– .) <i>(See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Classified. Cos. Nov., ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mother Knows Best. Cos. April. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fernald, Chester Bailey.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Gentleman in the Barrel. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:325.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Perhaps It Didn’t Matter. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:340.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Pot of Frightful Doom. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. June. (1:806.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Field, Edward Salisbury.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Childe Harold</span>.”) (1878– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Freedom First. S. E. P. May 30. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Open Season. S. E. P. April 25. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Finger, Charles J.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Count of St. Germain. Dearb. Ind. May 30. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Edward Wortley Montague. Dearb. Ind. May 2. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Romeo” Coates. Dearb. Ind. May 16. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Thomas Lodge. Dearb. Ind. June 27. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*William Parsons, Esquire. Dearb. Ind. June 13. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fisher, Dorothea Frances Canfield.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Canfield, Dorothy</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fisher, Rudolph.</span> (1897– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***City of Refuge. Atl. Feb. (135:178.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Ringtail. Atl. May. (135:652.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fitzgerald, Francis Scott Key.</span> (1896– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Absolution. A. Merc. June, ’24. (2:141.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Adjuster. Red Bk. Sept. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Baby Party. Hear. Feb. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love in the Night. S. E. P. Mar. 14. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*One of My Oldest Friends. W. H. C. Sept. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Our Own Movie Queen. Chic. Trib. June 7.</li> + <li class="isub1">**Pusher-in-the-Face. W. H. C. Feb. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sensible Thing. Ly. July 5, ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fitzgerald, W. G.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Phayre, Ignatius</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Folsom, Elizabeth Irons.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">End of the World. Hol. Nov., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Miracle of Love. Macf. Dec., ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ford, Sewell.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Coots, S. E. P. Mar. 14. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Easing In with Egbert. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Enter Emil the Deuce. Ly. July 25. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Out and Back with Old Whit. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (28.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_421">[Pg 421]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Rusty and the Early Birds. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rusty and the Sob Sister. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rusty as a Runner-Up. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rusty Gives ’Em What They Want. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rusty Watches ’Em Wriggle. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tessie and the Little Sap. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tessie Mates Them Up. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tessie Works the Shift. S. E. P. May 16. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Trained Up With Chita. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Where Tessie Missed Out. S. E. P. June 6. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ford, Torrey.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Cap’n Quiller Listens In. Scr. July. (78:44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Forman, William S.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">F. O. B. the Bahamas. Ly. April 11. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Foster, Maximilian.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Guardian Angel. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sir Dub the Knight. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Out of Five. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fraser, William Alexander.</span> (1859– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Time is Money. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Freedman, David.</span> (1898– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Elephantasm. Pict. R. Feb. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**We Are Four. Pict. R. Dec. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">****The Shadows on the Wall. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:107.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Friel, Arthur Olney.</span> (1885– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Apples. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Gold. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thirty Days After Death. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Frost, Meigs O.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hokum in the Heart. Col. Jan. 17. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ol’ Man Cap’n Blows Up. Col. Nov. 8, ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fullerton, Hugh Stewart.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Egg in the Shell. Ly. Aug. 1. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Orders Is Orders. Ly. June 14, ’24. (27.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Furman, Lucy.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Glass Window. Atl. Aug. (136:208.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Little Lowizy. Atl. Sept. (136:347.)</li> + +</ul> + +<p class="center">G</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gaer, Yossef.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Letter from America. Men. J. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (10:481.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Matchmaker. Men. J. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (10:490.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shopping. Men. J. Nov.–Dec., ’24. (10:486.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gale, Zona.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Dime. Cen. April. (109:730.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Happy New Year. Del. Jan. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">He and She. Del. May. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Himself. G. H. Sept. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In the Lobby. Cen. July. (110:333.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lovell’s Gilded Hell. W. H. C. May. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mother of the Unknown Soldier. Col. May 30. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thief in the Night. Del. Sept. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Garey, Robert B.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Masterpiece. A. Merc. Oct., ’24. (3:149.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Garland, Hamlin.</span> (1860– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Among the Corn-Rows. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:88.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gatlin, Dana.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jack. S. E. P. July 18. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">My Fair Lady. Des. May. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Only Once in a Lifetime. Col. Nov. 15, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">She Never Had a Beau. Col. Jan. 31. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gelzer, Jay.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Leaves in the Breeze. G. H. March. (78.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lucky Little Boy. G. H. Sept. (44.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Playtime. G. H. May. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Something Different. G. H. July. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gerould, Katharine Fullerton.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Army With Banners. Harp. M. Aug. (151:311.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gerry, Margarita Spalding.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pending Litigation. Harp. M. July. (151:176.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gilbert, Morris.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“When a Man Marries.” Pict. R. April. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gilkyson, Phoebe H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Amateur. Harp. M. July. (902:142.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bird of Paradise. W. H. C. May (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gilkyson, Walter.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Coward’s Castle. Atl. Oct., ’24. (134:479).</li> + <li class="isub1">Second Marriage. Scr. Sept. (78:297.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gill, Tom.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Delilah. Hear. Dec., ’24. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">South of Rio Grande. Hear. Nov., ’24. (72.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gillmore, Inez Haynes.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Irwin, Inez Haynes</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Glasgow, Ellen.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_422">[Pg 422]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Romance and Sally Byrd. W. H. C. Dec., ’24. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Glass, Montague Marsden.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*That’s the Way It Goes. Hear. Oct., ’24. (42.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Glenn, Isa Urquhart.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. S. J. Bayard Schindel.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*As It Is in the Service. Am. April. (53.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Coffee-Cooler. Scr. Nov., ’24. (76:517.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Tropical Heat and White Men. Scr. April. (77:360.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Goldbeck, Eva.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Mike Cobb. Guar. Feb. (1:113.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Goldman, Raymond Leslie.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Malowan. Pict. R. Sept. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Goodhue, Stoddard.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Linoleum Trail. Ev. Jan. (91.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Subconscious Witness. Ev. Feb. (115.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Goodloe, Abbie Carter.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Madness of Gamaliel Sevenoaks. Scr. Aug. (78:180.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Goodrich, Caspar Frederick, Rear Admiral, U. S. N.</span> (1847– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bully of Barencas. Trident. Spring. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gordon, Don.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*The Mirror. Am. H. May 15. (117:26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gordon, Mary R.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Wayfarers All. Scr. Feb. (77:167.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Graeve, Oscar.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Ferry Boat. Pear. (Am.) Feb. (27.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Graham, Dorothy.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Circus Day. Cath. W. Aug. (121:586.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Granges, Henby Francis.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jackstone Qualifies. Am. Oct., ’24. (53.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gray, David.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mr. Carteret and His Fellow Americans Abroad. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:341.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Green, Elizabeth.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Independence. Hol. Mar. (19.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Green, Helen.</span> (1882– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Making a Prince into a Good Sport. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:420.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Green, Paul.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man Who Died at Twelve O’Clock. S. W. July. (43.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Greene, J. H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Flagellant of Farthing Rock. Ev. Feb. (85.) MacL. Jan. 15. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">On Cultivator Shoal. Adv. Aug. 20. (57.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Greenough, Walter.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Gravel Forty. Col. Feb. 21. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Greenwald, Tupper.</span> (1902– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Before He Gave Them Wheat.</li> + + <li class="isub1">Mid. June 1. (11:209.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hill. Mid. June 1. (11:197.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gregg, Frances.</span> (<i>See 1915.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Hunch-Back. Dial. July. (79:31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Grey, Zane.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wolf Tracker. L. H. J. Nov., ’24. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gromer, Belle Burns.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dead Reckoning. Cos. Nov., ’24. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Man at the Crossroads. Cos. Jan. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Moth Man. Cos. Dec., ’24. (96.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman from a Circus. Cos. Sept. (108.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Woman Without a Heart. Cos. July. (88.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Guernon, Charles.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">That Emmy. McCall. Mar. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Guyol, Louise Hubert.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Service of Lights. Strat. Dec., ’24. (3:195.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">H</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Haardt, Sara.</span> (1898– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Paradox. Rev. Jan. (5:64.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hackett, Francis.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Unshapely Things. A. Merc. Aug. (5:415.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hagen, Herbert J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Gesture. Echo. Mar. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hale, Agnes Burke.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Her Brother’s Keeper. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Judgment from Paris. S. E. P. Jan. 24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hale, Edward Everett.</span> (1822–1909.) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man Without a Country. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. July. (99.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hale, Louise Closser.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Oh, New York! New York!” W. H. C. Jan. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Once Aboard a French Canal Boat. L. H. J. Sept. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hall, Hazel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Boy Passes By. Mid. Apr. 1. (11:141.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*On a Park Bench. Mid. Apr. 1. (11:154.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Hat. Mid. Apr. 1. (11:156.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Hall, Holworthy.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Porter, Harold Everett.</span>) (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bachelor in Biarritz. Cos. Sept. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Holiday Love. Des. June. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Picardie. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Obolensky Pennon. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Treasure Hunt. Des. Sept. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hall, James Norman.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Forgotten One. Atl. Mar. (135:289.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hall, Jarvis.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_423">[Pg 423]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">The ladies of His Family. W. H. C. Sept. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hall, Joseph W.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Upton Close.</span>”) (<i>See 1916.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dyeing Vat. D. D. July. (8:204.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hall, Wilbur J.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Big-Hearted Bandit. Cos. June. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jeanette Takes It Easy. Am. Oct., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Three Old-Timers. Am. July. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hallet, Richard Matthews.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Kitchen Democrat. S. E. P. May 30. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tame Crow. S. E. P. June 15. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Transient Woman. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Winter Kill. S. E. P. June 27. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hanson, Nell.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Enemy by Command. McC. Sept. (1:754.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hardy, Arthur Sherburne.</span> (1847– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Ambassador (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harris, Frank Mann.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Journal of Willie. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Willie Painter, Matchmaker. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Willie Painter, Strategist. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harris, Kennett.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Contented Soul. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Food of Love. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (24.) Jael. S. E. P. May 2. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Next to Godliness. S. E. P. April 4. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Straight and Narrow Path. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hart, Frances Noyes.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Happy Ending. McCall. Oct., ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Harte, Francis Bret.</span> (1839–1902.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Brown of Calaveras (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:119.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Passage in the Life of Mr. John Oakhurst. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:384.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hasty, John Eugene.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Born Unlucky. Hol. Oct., ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hawthorne, Nathaniel.</span> (1804–1864.) (<i>See 1921.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. Sept. (95.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Virtuoso’s Collection. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:79.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hay, James, Jr.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fair Chance. Chic. Trib. May 17.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hecht, Ben.</span> (1896– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lindro the Great. Ly. July 11. (9)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sentimentalist. A. Merc. Oct., ’24. (3:213.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Heffernan, Dean L.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sentenced to Six Months. Am. May. (51.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hellman, Sam.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ebon Emu. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Homebodies. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Let ’Em Hit ’Em. S. E. P. May 2. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Meet the Life. S. E. P. April 4. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mike Signs Off. S. E. P. July 11. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Roaring Rabbit. S. E. P. April 18. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Seven Hearts in San Sablo. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sure Shouter. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hemingway, Ernest.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Cross-Country Snow. Tr. Dec., ’24. (2:633.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Doctor and the Doctor’s Wife. Tr. Nov., ’24. (2:497.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mr. and Mrs. Elliot. Lit. R. Autumn-Winter. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Henry, O.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Porter, William Sydney.</span>) (1867–1910.) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Caballero’s Way. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. June. (113.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Handbook of Hymen. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:655.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Phonograph and the Graft. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Rathskeller and the Rose. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:175.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Roads of Destiny. (<i>R.</i>) Ain. Sept. (49.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hepburn, Elizabeth Newport.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Counterpane. Cos. Feb. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herford, Oliver.</span> (1863– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Impossible Pudding. L. H. J. Dec., ’24. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hergesheimer, Joseph.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Merry Dale. McCall. April. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herrick, Gertrude.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Passage. Echo. Aug. (1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hess, Leonard L.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Eighth Wonder. Am. H. Aug. 21. (117:439.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Heyward, Dubose.</span> (<i>See 1919.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Crown’s Bess. For. Aug. (74:246.) Sept. (74:430.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hibben, Paxton.</span> (1880– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Young Man with Great Possessions. Col. April 11. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hickman, W. Albert.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**New Power (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:149.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hill, Marion.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Charles R. Hill.</span>) (1870– .) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Time in Court. McC. June. (80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hines, Jack.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gabe’s Ornery Kid. Ly. Nov. 29, ’24. (19.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hirsch, J. Albert.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Rosebush. Am. H. Oct. 31, ’24. (115:781.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hise, Alice Van.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Van Hise, Alice</span>.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_424">[Pg 424]</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Holding, Elizabeth Sanxay.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Another Blue Day. W. H. C. Sept. (23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Long Night. L. H. J. Sept. (23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Marionette. Cen. Jun. (110:209.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Prunes. W. H. C. May. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Holt, Henry P.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beachcomber. Chic. Trib. Oct. 5, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Creeping Shadow. Ly. Jun. 6. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">On the Plinth. Ly. Aug. 22. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Holton, Edith Austin.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Silhouettes. Hol. Jun. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hope, Edward.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Almost a Gentleman. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Practically Perfect Copy. Col. May 23. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hopper, James Marie.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*At the End of the Line. Col. Oct. 18, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bianchetta. Col. Nov. 22, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Debts of John Goodwin. W. H. C. Mar. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Father and Son. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Juan Peralta. Col. Dec. 13, ’24. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Horne, John.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*How the Cobbler Married the Dey’s Wife. Asia. Oct., ’24. (24:773.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Horne, W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Contrariwise. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hossfield, Marian.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Afterglow. W. Tom. Apr. (110.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Houston, Margaret Belle.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Gold Picayune. Pict. R. Aug. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hovey, Carl.</span> (1875– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Knight in Armor. Cos. Dec., ’24. (90.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hovey, Priscilla.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Father Who Didn’t Understand. Am. Apr. (57.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gift without the Giver. Am. Dec., ’24. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Howard, Sidney.</span> (1891– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Likeness of Elizabeth. McCall. Nov., ’24. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Such Women as Ellen Steele. Scr. Jan. (77:64.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hughes, Llewellyn.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Running Fool. Ly. Jul. 25. (48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hughes, Rupert.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Average Husband. Hear. Jan. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">By Their Fruits Ye Shall Know. Red Bk. Aug. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Daughter of Today. Cos. Aug. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Every Boy. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Let X = Love. Cos. Apr. (100.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Love and Nagasqua. McCall. Feb. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Spendthrift and Mr. Tightwad. Cos. Mar. (28.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">*News of No Importance. Col. Sept. 26. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Suspense. Ly. Feb. 7. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hull, Alexander.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Meanest Man in the County. Am. Apr. (48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hull, Helen R.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Overstuffed. Col. May 2. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Summer Storms. Col. Aug. 22. (19.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Humason, Sally.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Friends. Col. Jan. 10. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hume, Cyril.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Street of the Malcontents. Red Bk. Feb. (23.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hurst, Fannie.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Gold in Fish. Cos. Aug. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**House of Men. Cos. Sept. (56.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hurston, Zora Neale.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Drenched in Light. Opp. Dec., ’24. (2:371.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Spunk. Opp. June. (3:171.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hussey, L. M.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Conclusion. A. Merc. Dec., ’24. (3:451.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Recompense. Mun. Mar. (84:289.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Reunion. Guar. Jan. (4.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Huston, McCready.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dottie. Scr. Aug. (78:115.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Immune. Scr. Dec., ’24. (76:598.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Mr. Silverthorne, Please.” Red Bk. Jul. (95.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shingle Bob. Red Bk. Jun. (70.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wrath. Scr. May. (77:516.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hyde, J. Amond.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Toward Carcassonne. Cath. W. Oct., ’24. (120:52.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">I</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Irwin, Inez Haynes.</span> (<span class="smcap">Inez Haynes Gillmore.</span>) (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>See “H” under</i> + <span class="smcap">Gillmore</span>.)</li> + <li class="isub2">Irish Language. Ev. Jul. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Queens. McCall. May. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Irwin, Wallace.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shah’s Silver. Col. Sept. 26. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Irwin, Will(iam Henry).</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cloudburst. Col. Mar. 14. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Where the Treasure Lies. Cos. Feb. (78.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">J</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jackson, Charles Tenney.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Silk. Sh. St. Apr. 25. (99.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">James, Henry.</span> (1843–1916.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Miss Gunton of Poughkeepsie. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:519.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">James, Will.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Filling in the Cracks. S. W. Jul. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*His Waterloo. Red Bk. Sept. (93.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ride ’Im, Cowboy! Red Bk. Aug. (84.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jameson, Haute Tarkington.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_425">[Pg 425]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Pennsylvania Street Car, G. H. Dec., ’24. (52.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Janvier, Thomas Allibone.</span> (1849–1913.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Passing of Thomas. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:561.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Poodle of Mr. Gaillard. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jul. (2:68.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Javitz, Alexander.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Sholem. Am. H. Jan. 23. (116:339.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jay, Mae Foster.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Husbands and Wives. Des. Apr. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jenkins, Will F.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Kid. Ly. Sept. 26. (51.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jewell, Edward Alden.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Poet Passes. Chic. Trib. Aug. 2.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jitro, William C. G.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Holiday. Lit. R. Spring. (37.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnson, Agnes C.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Wolff, William Almon</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Johnson, Agnes C.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnson, Arthur.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mrs. Eben Paul. Harp. M. Jan. (150:196.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnson, Nunnally.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Death of an Infinitive Splitter. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hearse Horse. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hero. S. E. P. Mar. 14. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Laughing Death. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (49.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lovelorn. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rollicking God. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnson, Owen McMahon.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Collector. Del. Nov., ’24. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">For Benefit of Clergy. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Girl Who Was Misunderstood. Del. Oct., ’24. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnston, Calvin.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Agent at Showdown. Pop. Dec. 7, ’24. (154.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Blood of the Brave. Pop. Feb. 20. (95.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Boomer Outlaw. Col. Dec. 20, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Desperado Born. Col. Nov. 29, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mail for Roaring River. Pop. Feb. 7. (146.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Marty McCall’s Monument. Col. Mar. 28. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Stocking of Snow. Pop. Dec. 20, ’24. (129.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Traveler’s Choice. Pop. Oct. 7, ’24. (105.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Valentine Moon. Col. Feb. 14. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jones, Eugene.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Captain Jed’s Golden Rule. Col. Mar. 21. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rattler. Ly. Jan. 24. (40.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Seaworthy. Am. Feb. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jordan, Elizabeth Garver.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Audacity Wins ‘Em. Ly. Feb. 28. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Aurelia Cultivates Charm. Ly. Jun. 28, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dellingham’s Little Comedy. Chic. Trib. Jun. 21.</li> + <li class="isub1">John Arthur’s Number. Hol. May. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sally and Her Black Knight. Chic. Trib. Feb. 22.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jorgensen, Nels Leroy.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Clown Who Forgot to be Funny. Am. Jan. (42.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jorgenson, R. K.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Law of Nature. Ev. Apr. (154.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Josslyn, Talbert.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Emory in High. McC. Sept. (1:683.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">K</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kahler, Hugh MacNair.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Alive and Single. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Anachronism. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bottom of the Well. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Exile. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Houses. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jasmine. S. E. P. Jun. 13. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Roman Law. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stargazer. S. E. P. May 23. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stillburn Fashion. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tether. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Unhappy End. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vacation. S. E. P. May 9. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kandel, Abraham.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Grimace. Am. H. Apr. 3. (116:621.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pity. Men. J. Aug. (11:342.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kay, Gertrude Alice.</span> (1884– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bunny Face and The Spirit of Christmas. L. H. J. Dec., ’24. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kelland, Clarence Budington.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Also-Ran. Ly. May 24, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Applied Germicide. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Breakfast. L. H. J. Jan. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Call Boy. Ly. Jun. 6. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dinner. L. H. J. Mar. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Luncheon. L. H. J. Feb. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Not in the Scenario. Ly. Jan. 24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Scattergood Sums Up the Evidence. Am. Jul. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Scattergood Takes a Flier in Human Nature. Am. Aug. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stage Carpenter. Ly. May 9. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kelley, Ellsworth E.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Boy and His Pa. (<i>R.</i>) McC. May. (1:109.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kempton, Kenneth Payson.</span> (1891– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_426">[Pg 426]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bale. Chic. Trib. Mar. 29.</li> + <li class="isub1">Clear Havana. Col. Aug. 1. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kerr, Sophie.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See “H” under</i> <span class="smcap">Underwood, Sophie Kerr</span>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">And on the Other Hand—. Pict. R. Oct., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Featherheads. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jeanne and Louise Were Friends. W. H. C. Jul. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mary Could Cook. L. H. J. Jun. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">No Man’s Gift. Del. Apr. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Puddle Duck. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tears. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tempered Peace. W. H. C. Oct., ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Something Good. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kielar, William J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Getting Rid of Macklin. McC. Sept. (1:720.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kilbourne, Fannie.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Mary Alexander.</span>”) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Battle of the Honeymoon. Am. Nov., ’24. (39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Clinging Vine. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cynthia Comes Out. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (12.).</li> + <li class="isub1">Dulcie Gets into the Rough. Am. Jan. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Education of Sally May. Col. May 23. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gossip. Am. Mar. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nancy Goes Romance Hunting. Am. Feb. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Kathleen’s Mother. L. H. J. Aug. (8.).</li> + <li class="isub1">Twins! Am. Dec., ’24. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Will Deals With the Trouble-Maker. Am. Sept. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Will Keeps His Eye on the Ball. Am. Jul. (39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman’s Place Is in the Home. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kilman, Julian.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fetters of Youth. Echo. Jul. (1.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Fumble Fingers. Echo. Mar. (1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">King, William Benjamin Basil.</span> (1850– .) (<i>See 1918.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Heaven. Cos. Dec., ’24. (82.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kirk, R. G.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Air Hose. S. E. P. May 9. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Twenty-Third Degree. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Knapp, Ethel Marjorie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Temptation. Strat. Jan. (4:12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Knowlton, Clarke.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bridegroom. Scr. Jun. (77:629.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lost Story. Scr. Aug. (78:173.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Komroff, Manuel.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Beating of the Reeds. Guar. May-Jun. (1:314.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">***Grace of Lambs. Atl. Mar. (135:376.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***How Does It Feel to Be Free. Atl. Sept. (136:329.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Krebs, Roland.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Airy Adrienne Takes the Air. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Go West, Young Woman. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (52.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kummer, Frederick Arnold.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Diamond Cut Diamond. Ly. Dec. 13, ’24. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Transaction in Pearls. Ly. Nov. 22, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kyne, Peter Bernard.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bluebird. Cos. Feb. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cappy Ricks and the Mystic Isles. Cos. Mar. (36.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lonely Man of Pahang. Cos. May. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thoroughbreds. Cos. Sept. (50.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">L</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ladd, Frederic P.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Bulltaker’s Ladder. Hol. Apr. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lane, D. R.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Illegal Attachment. Sun. Nov., ’24. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lane, Rose Wilder.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*The Blue Bead. Harp. M. Jun. (150:34.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lape, Frederick H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. McCumber. Col. May 9. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lardner, Ring. W.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Haircut. Ly. Mar. 28. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Love Nest. Cos. Aug. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mr. and Mrs. Fix-It. Ly. May 9. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Women. Ly. Jun. 20. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Zone of Quiet. Cos. Jun. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Larsson, Genevieve.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Astrid and the Hill Folk. Pict. R. Dec., ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lathrop, Harley P.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fightin’ Heart of a Mick. Ly. Nov. 22, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Latimer, Margery.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Possession. Echo. Feb. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lauriston, Victor.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Not Black, nor White, but Gray. Hol. Apr. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lawlor, Margretta Scott.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*John O’Keefe, the Blacksmith. D. D. Apr. (7:123.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lazarus, Sidney F.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Me and Hercules. S. E. P. Jul. 4. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">That Patterson Girl. S. E. P. May 23. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lea, Fannie Heaslip.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. H. P. Agee.</span>) (1884– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bon Voyage. G. H. Oct., ’24. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dusk to Dawn. G. H. Jan. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Conway’s Femme. S. E. P. May 16. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leach, A. R.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_427">[Pg 427]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Captain Out of Etruria. Harp. M. Apr. (150:532.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lee, Alice Louise.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ching Wing Adds Works to Faith. Hol. Jan. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ching Wing Diagnoses a Case. Hol. Nov., ’24 (23.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lee, Jennette Barbour Perry.</span> (1860– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Loneliness of Peter Parrot. G. H. Jan. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leech, Margaret Kernochan.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little White Village. Cen. Jul. (110:272.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lefevre, Edwin.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Brick. S. E. P. Jul. 18. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lefevre, Frances.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Victor—Who? Atl. Jul. (136:89.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lehman, B. H.</span> (1889– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sons. Harp. M. Jan. (150:169.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lemmon, Robert S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Terry from Tenth. Hol. Apr. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lengel, William Charles.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pure Sentiment. McCall. Jan. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leon, Walter de.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">de Leon, Walter</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Lessing, Bruno.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Rudolph Block.</span>) (1870– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Contigo” Means “I’m Yours.” Cos. Feb. (100.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dumplings for Two. Cos. Oct., ’24. (98.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Husband for Rosie. Cos. May. (104.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jolly Good Fellow. Cos. Jul. (112.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lapidowitz Spills the Beans. Cos. Aug. (112.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Peach of a Stenographer. Cos. Jun. (110.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sadie Sows a Wild Oat. Cos. Mar. (110.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Who’s Boss Now! Cos. Nov., ’24. (69.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wooing of Lindl. Cos. Jan. (100.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Levien, Sonya.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Gunwoman. Ev. Apr. (65.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Levitan, Mortimer.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Legerdemain. McC. May. (1:39.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lewis, Alfred Henry.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Dan Quinn.</span>”) (1842–1914.) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Man from Red Dog. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:495.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lewis, Mildred Alexander.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Alexander, Sandra</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lhevinne, I.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Idyll of the Steppe. Am. H. Jan. 16. (116:309.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lieberman, Elias.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Semi-Nordic. Am. H. Apr. 10. (116:678.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Liggett, Walter W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Guardian of the Virgin Gold. Col. Sept. 12. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Linnell, Gertrude.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Transplanted. McC. Jul. (1:354.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Litsey, Edwin Carlisle.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*James Parkway Comes Home. Ind. Feb. 14. (114:183.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Livingston, Florence Bingham.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Boy Who Jumped the Fence. Am. Sept. (43.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Loeb, Elene D.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Empty Days. Am. H. Sept. 25. (117:635.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">London, Jack.</span> (1876–1916.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***House of Mapuhi. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:832.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Love of Life. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:165.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Long, Haniel.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Garden of Rosemonde. Mid. Jan. 15. (11:38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Highroad to the West. Mid. Jan. 15. (11:33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Introduction to a Revery. Mid. Jan. 15. (11:44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Loring, Emilie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Glycerine Tears. Del. Mar. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lovelace, Delos W.</span> <i>See also</i> <span class="smcap">Lovelace, Maud Hart</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lovelace, Delos W.</span> + (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Boot. C. G. May 2. (1.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Country Queer. C. G. May 2. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cutting Edge. C. G. Apr. 11. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Danny. C. G. Jul. 11. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Fiddlefoot. S. E. P. Jul. 18. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pull-Away. C. G. Mar. 28. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lucky Year. C. G. Feb. 7. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Inheritance. C. G. Dec. 20, ’24. (4.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Sold. C. G. Aug. 1. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Swap. C. G. May 23. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Whip Hand. C. G. Jun. 13. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lovelace, Maud Hart.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Carcassonne Flyer. Sun. Apr. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love’s Daily Dozen. Del. Aug. (3.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lovelace, Maud Hart</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lovelace, Delos W.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Carmelita, Widow. Cath. W. Oct., ’24. (120:12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lovewell, Reinette.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hiram Turns Twenty-One. Hol. Apr. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Low, Emerson.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Man Who Had Been Away. Scr. May. (77:503.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lowell, Amy.</span> (1874–1925.) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Conversion of a Saint. Book. (N. Y.) Oct., ’24. (60:139.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Luther, Mark Lee.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Incomplete Angler. W. H. C. Jul. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Liberal Reward. W. H. C. Mar. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Under New Management. Ly. Sept. 5. (51.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lyle, Eugene P., Jr.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Holder of the Note. Chic. Trib. Nov. 2, ’24.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">M<span class="pagenum" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</span></p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mabie, Louise Kennedy.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prairie’s Double Chin. L. H. J. Feb. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacAlarney, Robert Emmet.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gone to Glory. Col. Feb. 28. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gunman’s Widow. Ly. June 7, ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McBlair, Robert.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss DeGraff’s Geranium. Pict. R. May. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McCardell, Roy Larcom.</span> (1870– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Highboy and His Hannah. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McCarter, Margaret Hill.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Candle in the Window. McCall. Dec., ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McClelland, Marion.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Not on the Bill. Col. Oct. 4, ’24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McClung, Nellie Letitia Mooney.</span> (1873– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Neutral Fuse. MacL. Dec. 1, ’24. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McClure, John.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Grammarian. A. Merc. Dec., ’24. (3:399.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McCoy, Samuel Duff.</span> (1882– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prudence. Col. Oct. 18, ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McCullum, Mella Russell.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Another Day. Col. Nov. 8, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Roots. Col. Aug. 29. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacDonald, Edwina Levin.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black and White Magic. Ev. May. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacDonald, Hazel Christie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Husband for George-Anne. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jo-Jo and the Marvelous Prince. Hol. Dec., ’24. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McDonald, Roberta.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">In the Tennessee Hills. McC. Jun. (1:37.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McFadden, Marion.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Pescecani. Ind. May 9. (114:521.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McGeehan, W. O.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Barber of Broadway. Col. Nov. 1, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nerve. Ly. Aug. 29. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Slide Trombone. Ly. May 23. (33.)</li> + <li class="isub1">This Sporting Life. Col. Dec. 13, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Those Fearful Fillies. Ly. Jul. 4. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacGill, Caroline E.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Downfall of Sister Winefride. Cath. W. Oct., ’24. (120:81.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Path. Cath. W. Jun. (121:334.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Soul at the Crossroads. Cath. W. Jan. (120:504.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Way of Ethel Holroyd. Cath. W. Jul. (121:503.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacGrath, Harold.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cellini Plaque. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (5.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Two Faces. Ly. Jan. 10. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sporting Spinster. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McIntyre, O.O.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">That Glee-or-ious Fourth. Cos. Jul. (60.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mackendrick, Marda.</span> (<i>See 1919.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sunlight. Hol. Dec., ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McMorrow, Thomas.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">All in the Family. S. E. P. Oct. 11, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">And All Things Else. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Anything to Oblige. S. E. P. Feb. 21, (30.).</li> + <li class="isub1">Appointed Task. S. E. P. May 30. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">As It Was in the Beginning. S. E. P. May 23. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Candidate. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Counselor Ambrose Hinkle. S. E. P. Jun. 6. (5).</li> + <li class="isub1">Found Money. S. E. P. Mar. 14. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Give a Man Luck. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Re Dollar-a-Step Company. S. E. P. Jul. 18. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Joe Yorick Strives to Please. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Pethick Meets the Check-Grabbers. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">People Against Foleron. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">People Against Hylebut. S. E. P. Jun. 27. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">People Against Joynes. S. E. P. Sept. 26, ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Those Were the Happy Days. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Votes for Women. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McNary, Herbert L.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hail! Hail! the Gang’s All Here. Col. Jan. 17. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McNutt, William Slavens.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Boy from the Patch. Col. Nov. 29, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Buddy’s One Idea. Ev. Aug. (75.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Course of Blue Love. Col. Oct. 25, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Harbor Luck. Col. Aug. 22. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Business for Himself. Col. Feb. 7. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">It’s a Great Game. Ly. Apr. 11. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Money Ain’t Everything. Ly. Jul. 18. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Strong. Ly. Feb. 7. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Temporarily Out of Order. Ly. May 17, ’24. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jazz Justice. Col. Dec. 27, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Markey, Corinne Harris.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mystery of Room 513. Am. Dec., ’24. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marks, Percy.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_429">[Pg 429]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Hail, Friend! Book. (N. Y.). Dec., ’24. (60:449.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marquand, John Phillips.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Big Guys. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Educated Money. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Foot of the Class. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Friend of the Family. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Much Too Clever. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (8.).</li> + <li class="isub1">Jamaica Road. S. E. P. Jul. 4. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Old Man. S. E. P. Jun. 6. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marquis, Don.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Carter. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:235.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marsh, George T.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Outlaw. Red Bk. May. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vengeance of Black Fox. Red Bk. Sept. (42.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Marsh, Howard R.</span> (1893– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Rebellion. Inc. Jan. 17. (114:65.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Martyn, Wyndham.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Rides Up in a Flivver. Cos. Apr. (85.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wisdom of Eve. Hear. Dec., ’24. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Youth Is Stranger Than Fiction. Ly. Jun. 21, ’24. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mason, Arthur.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Aboard the Lazy Wave. Blue Bk. Aug. (125.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Cuckoo Clock. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (85.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rescue. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (86.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Sea’s Sam. Sea. Dec., ’24. (87.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Syncopated Sailor. Blue Bk. Sept. (110.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*True Love and the Widow Fay. Book. (N. Y.). Jul. (61:524.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mason, Grace Sartwell.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cinderella Steps Out. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (29.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Excess Baggage. Red Bk. Jan. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Gray Spell. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Indian Summer. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mason, Gregory.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lemon Pie. A. Merc. Jul. (5:314.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Masters, Helen Geneva.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Cynthia: A Silhouette. Mid. Dec., ’24. (10:446.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mathes, C. Hodge.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">As We Forgive. Ev. Aug. (143.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Linkster. Ev. Oct., ’24. (176.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Matheus, John F.</span> (1887– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Fog. Opp. May. (3:144.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mathey, Fabyan.</span> (1903– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sunday. Book. (N. Y.) Apr. (61:139.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">May, Stella Burke.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Theodora Sees Her World. Hol. Nov., ’24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mellett, Berthe Knatvold.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Anna Martin. McCall. Apr. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Melville, Herman.</span> (1819–1891.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Fight with the White Whale. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:183.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Melvin, P.</span>”</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pogrom. J. T. Dec. 26, ’24. (2.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merwin, Samuel.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Babes in Hollywood. Ly. Nov. 8, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Baby Spot. Ly. May 31, ’24. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">More Stately Mansions. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Staccato. Ev. Jul. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">What’ll I Do? Red Bk. Jun. (56.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mezquida, Anna Blake.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Unwritten Book. Hol. Jan. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Michener, Carroll K.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eye of Precious Mountain. Hol. Mar. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Jaguar. Asia. Dec., ’24. (24:970.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pig Calypso. Col. Jun. 20. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pigweed. Chic. Trib. Mar. 22.</li> + <li class="isub1">Skyscraper in Spain. Chic. Trib. Apr. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wren’s Nest. Hol. Sept. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Miller, Alice Duer.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Action. Des. Feb. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great City. Pict. R. Sept. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Juliet and Mercutio. W. H. C. Dec., ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Ladies. W. H. C. Jun. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Poets and a Burglar. Des. Mar. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Miller, Evelyn Dewey.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Who Sit and Wait. S. W. Jul. (78.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Miller, Helen Topping.</span> (1884– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Buoy off Thunderhead. Hol. Sept. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Channel Water. Am. Jan. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Long Knife and a Merry One. Hol. Jan. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Quitters. Hol. May. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">They Speak Only to God. G. H. Apr. (46.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Miller, Jewell.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">World in a Nutshell. Cath. W. Feb. (120:589.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Millis, Walter.</span> (1899– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Jason. Harp. M. May. (150:713.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mills, Dorothy Culver.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bits of Wood. Hol. Feb. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Matter of Luck. Hol. Nov., ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Minnigerode, Meade.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pop-Eyed Cow. Ev. Oct., ’24. (53.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mitchell, Eleanor Early.</span> (<i>See 1924</i>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ghost of Yesterday. Macf. Dec., ’24. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mitchell, Ruth Comfort.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Sanborn Young.</span>) + (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_430">[Pg 430]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Blood and Tears. Red Bk. Feb. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Contempt of Families. W. H. C. Jul. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Crossroads. Red Bk. May. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Into Her Kingdom. Red Bk. Mar. (71.)</li> + <li class="isub1">I Saw Three Ships Go Sailing By! W. H. C. Jan. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Sister. Red Bk. Jun. (80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Montague, Margaret Prescott.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Great Theme. N. A. Rev. Mar. (221:522.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Roots. Atl. Aug. (136:230.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Montgomery, Lucy Maud.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Ewen MacDonald.</span>) (1874– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Enter, Emily. Del. Jan. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Her Dog Day. Del. Apr. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Night Watch. Del. Mar. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Too Few Cooks. Del. Feb. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Montross, Lois Seyster.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Almost a Giant. G. H. Apr. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Boys in the House. Pict. R. May. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Clever Accomplice. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Georgy and the Dragon. Pict. R. Jul. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Georgy Porgy, Prodigy. Pict. R. Jun. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Ferry and Mr. Barge. Pict. R. Mar. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Moon, Lorna.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Wantin’ a Hand. Cen. Nov., ’24. (109:15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Moroso, John Antonio.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ladders McLaughlin. Hol. Mar. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morris, Gouverneur.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wooing Without Words. Cos. Oct., ’24. (52.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morris, Hilda.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">House That Waited. Hol. Jun. (17.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morris, Lawrence S.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Apples of Gold or Pictures of Silver. Scr. Jun. (77:619.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morrow, Honore McCue Willsie.</span> (<i>See 1924 and “H” under</i> <span class="smcap">Willsie, Honore</span>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lost Speech. Del. Feb. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morse, Stearns.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Last House. Mid. Oct., ’24. (10:359.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Morton, Leigh.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Moments. Scr. Mar. (77:290.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mosley, Jefferson.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Secret at the Crossroads. For. Nov., ’24. (72:577.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mullen, Kate.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Interval. For. Jan. (73:79.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Munsterberg, Margarete.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Aunt Minna. Strat. Nov., ’24. (3:171.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mygatt, Gerald.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">First Requisite. Col. Mar. 28. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Marjorie’s Mirage. W. H. C. May. (23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Minus Romance. Col. Jan. 3. (15.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">N</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nason, Leonard H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Reward of Valor. Ly. Jul. 18. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tank and the Doctor. Ly. Sept. 5. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Neall, Noah Webster.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Innocent Husband. Hear. Nov., ’24. (80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Neidig, William Jonathan.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Diamonds. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Go to the Fire Ant. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Walled Out. Red Bk. Jan. (85.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Newman, Oliver Peck.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Girl in the Cabinet. McCall. Apr. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Neyo, Bella.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Cohen, Bella</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nicholl, Louise Townsend.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Enchanted Kingdom. Cen. Nov., ’24. (109:41.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Green Ice. Cen. Mar. (109:666.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nordhoff, Charles B.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man Who Was Laid on the Shelf. Hear. Feb. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Thin Skin of Civilization. Hear. Oct., ’24. (58.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Norris, (Benjamin) Frank(lin).</span> (1870–1902.) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Grettir at Drangey. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jul. (2:25.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Norris, Kathleen.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">June Week. Cos. Dec., ’24. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Landslide. G. H. Jun. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Masterpiece. Cos. Feb. (32.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">O</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Brien, Fitzjames.</span> (1828–1862.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***What Was It? (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:365.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Brien, Jean.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Letters to Imaginary Mothers. Hol. Jun. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Hagan, Anne.</span> (<span class="smcap">Anne O’Hagan Shinn.</span>) (1869– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fire! Fire! Del. Jun. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Morey Wins His Heart’s Desire.</li> + <li class="isub1">Chic. Trib. Feb. 15.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Hara, Frank Hurburt.</span> (<i>See 1917.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Story the Editor Didn’t Want. W. H. C. Apr. (27.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Higgins, Harvey Jerrold.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Burton Murder. Red Bk. Mar. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Forged Letter. Red Bk. Apr. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">James Illinois Bell. Red Bk. Jun. (85.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_431">[Pg 431]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Love Story of a Silent Man. MacL. Jan. 15. (8.) Hear. Feb. (88.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stop Thief! Red Bk. Sept. (61.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Oliver, Owen.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Alibi. Ly. May 2. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fear. Hol. Mar. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rope. Hol. Jul. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tattooed Mermaid. Ly. Apr. 25. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Touching Up the Portrait. Hol. Sept. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Olmsted, Stanley.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Homer Hunterfield. Ev. May. (62.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Oppenheim, James.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady in Blue Boots. Col. Aug. 15. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Last Man. Col. Apr. 18, ’25. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Nothing Else Matters. Col. Mar. 21, ’25. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rose Lee. Col. Jul. 11. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Reilly, Edward Sinnott.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">His Perfect Wife. Pict. R. Sept. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Like a White Man. Ly. Apr. 4. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Orr, Edith.</span> (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Revenge. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Oskison, John Milton.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Other Partner. Col. Dec. 6, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Singing Bird. Sun. Mar. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ostenso, Martha.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Storm. MacL. Apr. 15. (17.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Owen, Frank.</span> (<i>See 1918.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Glamour. Gal. Summer. (2:65.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Oxford, John Barton.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Shelton, Richard Barker</span>.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">P</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Packard, Frank Lucius.</span> (1877– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pirates. Hear. Dec., ’24. (87.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pangborn, Georgia Wood.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Six O’Clock Train. Chic. Trib. Dec. 21, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Paradise, Viola L.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Calabrian Goes Home. Harp. M. Oct., ’24. (149:598.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Speed. McC. Jun. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Parker, Austin.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Five Thousand Clankers. Col. Dec. 6, ’24. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Inspired Liar. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rowdy Element. Col. Oct. 25, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Terror of Bascom Hills. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">P. Toddhunter, Clk. S. E. P. May 16. (12.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Parker, Dorothy Rothschild.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mr. Durrant. A. Merc. Sept., ’24. (3:81.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Parmenter, Christine Whiting.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Good Sports. Del. Apr. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hero’s Blood. Cath. W. Sept. (121:737.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*His Own Country. Cath. W. Feb. (120:636.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Majesty of the Law. Cath. W. Jun. (121:370.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Parsons, Alice Bell.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Love at 42 Altgeld Avenue. Dial. Sept. (79:221.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Patrick, Arnold.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Kite that Wouldn’t Fly. Book. (N. Y.) Nov., ’24. (60:315.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pattullo, George.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blind Goddess. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Galloping Donkeys No Good. S. E. P. Jan. 24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Home-Coming. S. E. P. May 30. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Home Folks. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lovers’ Time. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tweeties. S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Payne, Will.</span> (1855– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Genial Crook. Col. May 16. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Paradise Island. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Perfect State. S. E. P. Dec. 27, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Heron. S. E. P. Jul. 4. (33.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Peake, Elmore Elliott.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1917.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Night Run of the Overland. McC. Aug. (1:626.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pegler, Westbrook.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Palooka. Ly. Jan. 17. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pelley, William Dudley.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Behind the Moonglade. Mun. Aug. (85:413.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Father Who Dared. Red Bk. July. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Happier, Far-Off Things. Mun. Jun. (85:39.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Last Galley. Red Bk. May. (56.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Left-Legged Man. Hear. Feb. (74.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Right Miss Wright. Pict. R. Aug. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman Who Married the Wrong</li> + <li class="isub1">Man. Cos. Jun. (58.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Perry, Armstrong.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Peeler. Cath. W. Sept. (121:804.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Perry, Lawrence.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Give Way. Col. Jul. 4. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Incognito. Hol. Mar. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Soul Kiss. Ly. Sept. 26. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vamp Capper. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (34.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Perry, Montanye.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_432">[Pg 432]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Dawn. Del. Apr. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Peterkin, Julia M.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Manners. Rev. Jul. (71.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Maum Lou. Rev. Jan. (5:17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sorcerer. A. Merc. Apr. (4:441.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Peto, Florence M.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">When Knights Are Cold. Hol. Aug. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Phayre, Ignatius.</span>” (<span class="smcap">W. G. Fitzgerald.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Diabolo. Ly. Oct. 18, ’24. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Phillips, Dorothy Sanburn.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Helen Goes A-Hunting. G. H. Jun. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sisters. G. H. Feb. (66.)</li> + <li class="isub1">That Troublesome Thing Called Charm. Am. Oct., ’24. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman Who Wanted To Be a Martyr. Am. Apr. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Phillips, Henry Wallace.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Golden Ford. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:883.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pickthall, Marjorie Lowry Christie.</span> (?–1922.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Leaving Verrall. Del. Oct., ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pulse of Life. W. H. C. Mar. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Thirty Below. Blue Bk. Mar. (135.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Poe, Edgar Allan.</span> (1809–1849.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Purloined Letter. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:528.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Poole, Ernest.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Critic on the Hearth. Ev. Apr. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Detour. W. H. C. Apr. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Devil’s Finger. Ind. Nov. 1, ’24. (113:333.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Double-Barreled Romance. Am. H. Apr. 10. (116:676.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gasoline Gypsies. Ly. Aug. 1. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Girl in China. Cos. Jun. (86.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lady With the Icy Kiss. Cos. Jun. (94.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Last of the Giants. Cos. Mar. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man Who Believed in Devils. Cos. Aug. (104.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mighty First One. Ind. Jan. 10. (114:36.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mother Volga. Ind. Dec. 20, ’24. (113:537.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shadow in the Dark. Cos. Jul. (108.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ships that Pass. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (60.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Porter, Harold Everett.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Hall, Holworthy</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Porter, Katherine Anne.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Virgin Violeta. Cen. Dec., ’24. (109:261.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Porter, William Sydney.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Henry, O.</span>”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Portor, Laura Spencer.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Pope.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Savoir Faire.” Harp. M. Aug. (151:293.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Post, Melville Davisson.</span> (1871– .) (<i>See 1924</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Miracle. Pict. R. Dec., ’24. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Powell, Harford W., Jr.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Citizen of the World. Col. Nov. 1, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gilded Heights. Col. Oct. 11, ’24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pratt, Lucy.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Dark Gate. G. H. Oct., ’24. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Grown Folks Astray. G. H. Aug. (42.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Price, Helen F.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Transferred Sunshine. Ind. Jan. 24. (114:95.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pride, Jane.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Between Trains. Des. Jun. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Salad Days. G. H. Mar. (46.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pruette, Lorine.</span> (1896– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Smile of Victory. Cath. W. Apr. (121:9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pulver, Mary Brecht.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Beyond the Pale. W. H. C. Apr. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Big Bertha in the Lion’s Den. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ella May’s Golliwog. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fourth Grace. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">House in the Laurels. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mitigating Strain. S. E. P. May 23. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">So This is Love! Ly. Apr. 18. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Sunken Garden. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Who Are the Cultured? S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Putnam, Nina Wilcox.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Apple Sauce!” Cos. Mar. (69.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Doubling for Cupid. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dumb Luck. Cos. Jul. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gossip Insurance. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Oh! I Have Lived!” Hear. Feb. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Snake’s Hips. Red Bk. Jan. (55.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Some Boloney! Cos. May. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Travel at Your Own Risk. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (37.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vamping Till Ready. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Where the Road to Mandy Lay. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (46.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">Q</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Quinn, Arthur Hobson.</span> (1875– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Last Appeal. Scr. Jun. (77:653.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">R</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Raffelock, David.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Gone to Seed. Echo. Apr. (1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ramsay, R.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_433">[Pg 433]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Secret. Hol. Jun. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ray, Marie Beynon.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Secret Prisoner. Harp. B. Apr. (174.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*White Wings of Moths. G. H. Feb. (31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Raymond, Charles H.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**His Last Story. Macf. Oct., ’24. (34.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Raymond, Clifford Samuel.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Agnes. Ly. Mar. 21. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Baptism of Fire. Ly. Feb. 21. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Claude. Chic. Trib. Jul. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mad Anthony: The Flight from Eden. Ly. Jan. 31. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man Proposes. Ly. Oct. 18, ’24. (51.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rosie. Ly. Dec. 27, ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wilder Flowers. Chic. Trib. May 10.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Read, Opie.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Arkansas Traveller.</span>”) (1852– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Sampson and Socrates. Cos. Feb. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Redington, Helen.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Walker, Isabel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Redington, Helen</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reed, Earl H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Gray Canoe. (<i>R.</i>) Pear. (Am.) Apr. (31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reese, Lowell Otus.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“I Got Honolulu.” S. E. P. Sept. 5. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Teeter-Snipe Brains. S.E.P. Dec. 6, ’24. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reeve, Arthur Benjamin.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dead Beats. C. G. Aug. 1. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Retner, Beth A.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Little Comedian. G. H. Aug. (52.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rice, Alice Caldwell Hegan.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Gee. Red. Bk. Jan. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rice, Cale Young.</span> (1872– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Environment. Red. Bk. Feb. (76.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Richart, Mary.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Sea Girl. Hol. Jul. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Richter, Conrad.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Derickson’s Gagoo. Am. May. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rideout, Henry Milner.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Old Things. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Powers of Darkness. S. E. P. Jul. 4. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Seeds of Time. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rinehart, Alan.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Full Honors. Blue Bk. May. (39.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rinehart, Mary Roberts.</span> (1876– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hijack and the Game. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Surgeon Explodes a Bomb. S. E. P. Feb. 7. (3.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ripley, Clements.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Harrison Teagle and the Law. Col. Nov. 8, ’24. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Robbins, Tod.</span> (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bit of a Banshee. For. Dec., ’24. (72:767.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roberts, Charles George Douglas.</span> (1860– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Blue Destroyer. Mun. Apr. (84:422.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Challenge to the Chief. Mun. Jan. (83:641.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Guardian of the Care. Red Bk. Mar. (48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roberts, Isabel J.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jointed-Animal Shop. Cath. W. Apr. (121:59.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Robin, Max.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Childhood. B’nai B’rith Magazine. Jan. (39:129.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Far Away and Long Ago. The Day. Apr. 5. (1.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Geese. Y. I. Aug. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Good Purim.” The Day. Mar. 8. (1.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Itzikil. Men. J. Apr. (11:145.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Litvakis-Wise Men. J. T. Dec. 5, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rain. Y. I. Jun. (4.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tashlich. Y. I. Sept. 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(40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roe, Vingie E.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Lawton.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mad Moon. McCall. May. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Splendid Road. McCall. Mar. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Vengeance Is Mine. McCall. Oct. ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Roman, Francis Vinci.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Hunt. Leonardo, 1925. (34.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rose, Nonie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Buffers. Strat. Oct., ’24. (3:56.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rosenblatt, Benjamin.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Boarding House Poet. J. T. June 19. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Race. J. T. Jul. 24. (4.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ross, David.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Beggar’s Choice. L. H. J. May. 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(18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rutledge, Joseph Lister.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ear to the Ground. S. E. P. Jan. 10. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">One Way Out. Hol. Mar. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Rutledge, Maryse.</span>” (1884– .) (<i>See 1924</i>) <i>and “H” under</i> <span class="smcap">Goetschius, Marie Louise</span>.</li> + <li class="isub1">*His Birthday. Ev. Apr. (54.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Home. Chic. Trib. Nov. 16, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ryan, Stella.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Postponed. W. H. C. Aug. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ryder, Margaret.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hunting Weather. Col. Nov. 15, ’24. (19.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ryerson, Florence.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Apricot, with Blue Windows. L. H. J. Jul. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Bench. Hol. Feb. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three a Day. Hol. Dec., ’24. (15.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">S</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sachs, Emanie N.</span> (<i>See 1914.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Crusaders. Am. H. Sept. 18. (117:546.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">St. Johns, Adela Rogers.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Haunted Lady. Cos. May. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Heart of a Follie’s Evil. Cos. Dec., ’24. (55.).</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Affair of Lalum Chang. Cos. Jul. (62.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Saltus, Edgar Everston.</span> (1858–1923.) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Bouquet of Illusions. Pear. (Am.) Mar. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Samson, Eric.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">L’Ankou. Cath. W. Aug. (121:617.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sanborn, Ruth Burr.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Say It With Words. S. E. P. Jun. 20. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Opportunity Telegraphs. Chic. Trib. Dec. 7, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sanford, Winifred.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Allie. A. Merc. Jul. (5:280.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Forest Fire. A. Merc. Sept. (6:20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Wreck. A. Merc. Jan. (4:14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sangster, Margaret Elizabeth.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lost. G. H. Apr. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love-Story of Giovanni MacKee. G. H. Feb. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Song in the Valley. G. H. Aug. (58.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sass, Herbert Ravenel.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bachelors of Devilhead. S. E. P. Dec. 6, ’24. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Golden Wanderer. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lotor the Lucky. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Northwind. Col. Jun. 13. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Peregrine. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prisoners of Half-Acre. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rusty Roustabout. S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Saunders, W. O.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Buttercup. Col. Nov. 29, ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sawhill, Myra.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fool’s Gold. Am. Apr. (31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Saxby, Charles.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Basket of Snakes. Chic. Trib. Oct. 19.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scarry, John.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Plantation. Col. Feb. 7. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Schoonmaker, Frank.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Poon. H. C. Summer. (31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scoggins, Charles Elbert.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Proud Old Name. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (3.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scott, Evelyn.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Old Lady. Dial. May. (78:369.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scott, Leroy.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Drayton Case. McCall. Jun. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Summer Widow. McCall. May. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scoville, Samuel, Jr.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cave of the Bear. Col. May 30. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death-Dodger. Col. Jan. 10. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Devil of Doomsday. Red Bk. Jul. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Honey Badger. Col. Aug. 15. 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E. P. Jul. 25. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sheehan, Perley Poore.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1918.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hands of Kilian. Ly. Jul. 11. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Heart and Claw. Ly. Sept. 12. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shelton, Richard Barker.</span> (“<span class="smcap">John Barton Oxford.</span>”) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Not in the Contract. Col. Jan. 24. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shields, Gertrude M.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1918.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">West Meets East. Col. June 27. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shiffrin, A. B.</span> (1902– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Five Flights Up. Am. H. Apr. 10. (116:782.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Other Cheek. Am. H. Feb. 6. (116:383.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rudolph and the Scarecrow. Am. H. Jul. 17. (117:317.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Trickle of Red. Am. H. Jan. 9. (116:291.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Wake Me Up Early. J. T. Jun. 26. (3.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shinn, Anne O’Hagan.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">O’Hagan, Anne</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sholl, Anna McClure.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pennyroyal. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (32.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shore, Viola Brothers.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Deputy Husband. W. H. C. Feb. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Reddy Rolls Her Own. Red Bk. Aug. (88.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*There’s Rosemary. Col. Mar. 7. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Clover. Chic. Trib. Apr. 26.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shuster, George N.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Aveduke and Ames. Com. Feb. 18. (1:406.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shute, Henry Augustus.</span> (1856– .) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Assmer or Tizzick. S. E. P. May 2. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Corporosity Ketch, Pack and Sell Elwifes. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Improving the Cemetery. S. E. P. Aug. 8. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">My Novil and Why Did I Get Licked. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rooster Five for the Benefit of the Divine Implore. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Xpecting to be Arrested. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (13.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sigmund, Jay G.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Bonded Stuff. C. R. R. Nov. 17, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">**Blinkers. Mid. Nov., ’24. (10:403.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Checkers and Potatoes. C. R. R. May 11.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Colleague of Ajax. C. R. R. Jan. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Moth Proof. C. R. R. Dec. 1, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Discord. C. R. R. Aug. 31.</li> + <li class="isub1">*His Own Doorstep. C. R. R. Jan. 5. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Panacea. C. R. R. May 18.</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Rah! Rah! Correspondence School!” C. R. R. Dec. 29, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Siler, Roderick W.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Story in the Bottle. Ev. Apr. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Silver, Douglas De Y.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Signals. Ly. Nov. 15, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Singmaster, Elsie.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Lewars.</span>) (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Amishman. L. H. J. Apr. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Crucifix. W. H. C. Jun. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Easy Day. L. H. J. Mar. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Elfie. Col. Aug. 15. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**End of the World. Col. Aug. 1. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Jilted. Hol. Sept. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Little and Unknown. L. H. J. Dec., ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Salt of the Earth. L. H. J. May (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Trapped. Outl. (N. Y.) Nov. 26, ’24. (138:501.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Edgar Valentine.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Cameo. Harp. M. Dec., ’24. (150:30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Pardoned. Harp. M. Jul. (151:213.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, F. Winfield.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Chalk Box. Col. Nov. 1, ’24. (17.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Gordon Arthur.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Square Wheel. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (71.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Harry Bache.</span> (1860– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Gypsy Blood. Atl. Apr. (135:507.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, W. Edson.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Finding Is Keeping. Scr. Nov., ’24. (76:500.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Smith, Wallace.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cow Callahan. Ind. Sept. 19. (115:327.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Good Trouper. Ly. Mar. 7. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Laughing House.” Am. Jun. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pants. Ly. Jun. 27. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rejected Gun-Fighter. Blue Bk. Feb. (55.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sneddon, Robert W.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman They Both Knew. Macf. Oct., ’24. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Solis-Cohen, Judith.</span> (<i>See 1922</i>), <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Elmaleh, Leon H.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Desdemona of the Ghetto. Des. Jan. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Solomon, David R.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">In Between. Des. Nov., ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Candle-Light. Des. Jul. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dirt Cheap. Des. Sept. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Perpetual Emotion. Cos. May. (77.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_436">[Pg 436]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Personally Abducted. Des. Feb. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sweet War. Cos. Feb. (88.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Solomons, Theodore Seixas.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Shadowed. Del. Dec., ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Spewack, Samuel.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Boris Buys a Rose. Ly. May 30. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Springer, Fleta Campbell.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Legend. Harp. M. Nov., ’24. (149:721.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Squier, Edythe.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Flame Unseen, D.D. Oct., ’24. (7:12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Squier, Emma-Lindsay.</span> (1893– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Children of the Twilight. G. H. Nov., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Rushing of Wings. McCall. Dec., ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Land of the Red Gods. G. H. Mar. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Legend of the Chaup Nua. G. H. Jan. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Revenge and What Comes After. G. H. Aug. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Soul of Caliban. Ev., Dec., ’24. (45.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Trembling God. G. H. Feb. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ungrateful Gate. G. H. May. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Voice of the Silver Bells. Asia. Aug. (25:665.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Totem. G. H. Jun. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Why We Dance the Eagle Dance. G. H. Apr. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stanley, May.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Elmer Brown Mason.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**New Ways. Pict. R. Nov., ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Old Man Ledge. Pict. R. Jun. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Steele, Alice Garland.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Austin-Ball.</span>) (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Hyacinths. Am. Jul. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“That’s What Homes are For!” Am. Jun. (52.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Steele, Wilbur Daniel.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man Who Saw Through Heaven. Harp. M. Sept. (151:428.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sauce for the Goose. Pict. R. Jan. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Six Dollars. Pict. R. Mar. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Thinker. Pict. R. Dec., ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***When Hell Froze. Harp. M. May. (150:658.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sterrett, Frances Roberta.</span> (1869– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rich Man’s Son. Ev. Nov., ’24. (107.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stevenson, Philip E.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Smithy, Goggles <i>and</i> Co. Mid. Jul. 1. (11:237.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stewart, Donald Ogden.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Morning of Mrs. Gordon Smythe. Tr. Dec., ’24. (2:602.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Robert. Lit. R. Autumn-Winter. (28.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stone, Elinore Cowan.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Alibi of Salvador. Col. Aug. 8. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Angela and the Fierce Cally Hope. W. H. C. Sept. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Jose the Unlucky. W. H. C. May. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*One Uses the Handkerchief. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Question of Precedence. W. H. C. Mar. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Leetla Dog. W. H. C. Jul. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Somewhere in Russia. W. H. C. Jan. (25.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Storm, Marian.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Babes in the Wood. Col. Oct. 18, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Adamant. Col. Feb. 14. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Street, Julian Leonard.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mr. Bisbee’s Princess. Red. Bk. May. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Syringas. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stribling, T. S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mating of Pompalone. Ev. Feb. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Native Stock. Pict. R. Jul. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stringer, Arthur John Arbuthnot.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ancient Feud. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cat. Cos. Nov., ’24. (54.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fifth Avenue. Sept. 19. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Killer’s Daughter. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Squaw Man. Red Bk. Feb. (65.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Woman-Handled. S. E. P. May 2. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Suckow, Ruth.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Golden Wedding. A. Merc. Feb. (4:221.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Start in Life. A. Merc. Sept., ’24. (3:15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sullivan, Alan.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Discovery. Mun. Jan. (83:677.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Trade. Ev. Jan. (53.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Mulberry. Ev. Sept. (62.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sutton, William Melville.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Alas for Lika! Oracle. Mar. (1:19.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Swain, John D.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ponto de Leon. Mun. Dec., ’24. (83:495.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Swan, Mark E.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Cuthbert’s Desert Island. Ly. Jan. 3. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sweeney, Asaph.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">These People Are the Class. Col. Sept. 5. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sweetland, Reginald.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mr. Hammer Beards His Lion. Hol. Jul. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Synon, Mary.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) + (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_437">[Pg 437]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Battle Blood. Des. Jul. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fifty-Fifty. Chic. Trib. Oct. 26, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Found on the Doorstep. Red Bk. Dec. ’24. (73.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Her Father’s Daughter. Red Bk. Apr. (56.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mex. Chic. Trib. Aug. 9.</li> + <li class="isub1">Promise to Chariot. Des. Sept. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Queen o’ the May. Red Bk. Jul. (75.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">T</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tarkington, Newton Booth.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cornelia’s Mountain. L. J. H. Mar. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Damsel Dark, Damsel Fair. L. H. J. Feb. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Desert Sand. L. H. J. Jun. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Julietta. L. H. J. Aug. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lily. Chic. Trib. Feb. 8.</li> + <li class="isub1">**Mrs. Leslie Braithwaite’s Husband. Chic. Trib. May 3.</li> + <li class="isub1">**My Heart. L. H. J. Oct., ’24. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***One-Hundred Dollar Bill. (R.) Gol. Jul. (2:117.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Rabble Rouser. McCall. Nov., ’24. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Shanty. Chic. Trib. Nov. 9, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">***Thea Zell. Red Bk. Apr. (31.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tarleton, Fiswoode.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Price of Salvation. Echo. Jun. (4.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Taylor, Ellen Du Pois.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Calico. Tr. Dec., ’24. (2:623.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Taylor, Jack.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Misfit. Ev. Jul. (95.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Taylor, Katharine Haviland.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Compensation. Hol. Sept. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Matter of Adjustment. Hol. Dec., ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Terhune, Albert Payson.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fox! Ly. May 10, ’24. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ghost that Haunted Sunnybank. Cos. Dec., ’24. (100.)</li> + <li class="isub1">In the Rough. Col. Apr. 4. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Macduff. L. H. J. Nov., ’24. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Talisman. S. E. P. Aug. 8. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Parsifal, Unlimited. Col. Aug. 22. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Penance. Ly. May 30. (13.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Terrill, Lucy Stone.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">For What Shall it Profit. S. E. P. Sept. 5. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Hair. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thomas, Luke.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Young Man’s Fancy. Scr. Mar. (77:257.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thomas, Martha Banning.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Birthday Party. Hol. Oct., ’24. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thompson, Eloise Bibb.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Mademoiselle ‘Tasie. Opp. Sept. (3:272.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thompson, Mary Wolfe.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“Cross My Heart.” Mid. Mar. 1. (111:101.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“In My Day.” Mid. Mar. 1. (111:112.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Turtle. Mid. Dec., ’24. (10:428.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tilden, Freeman.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">American, Very Rich. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bad Huckaby. S. E. P. Mar. 14. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bigger Idea. W. H. C. Apr. (23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dog Eat Dog. L. H. J. Sept. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Tights. S. E. P. May 9. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Parleyvoo. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">To Please the Ladies. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Titus, Harold.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Aphorisms of Rodney Russell. Ev. Dec., ’24. (169.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Family Matter. Red Bk. Jun. (99.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Iron Jaw. Am. Nov., ’24. (23.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Laugh that Off! Red Bk. Aug. (99.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pioneers. Ly. Aug. 29. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">To Look ‘Em in the Eye. Hol. Apr. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tompkins, Juliet Wilbor.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Pottle.</span>) (1871– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dope. W. H. C. Sept. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">For Charley. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Key House. G. H. Jan. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Safe Harbor. Del. Dec., ’24. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Toohey, John Peter.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Old Boat. Pict. R. Feb. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">New Act. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Nothing Half So Sweet. Chic. Trib. Sept. 13.</li> + <li class="isub1">On the Back Seat. Col. Sept. 12. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Primrose Path. Pict. R. Mar. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Red Peril. Pict. R. Jan. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tooker, Lewis Frank.</span> (1855– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Boys they Used to Be. Col. Jan. 10. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Toomer, Jean.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Easter. Lit. R. Spring. (3.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Torgerson, Edwin Dial.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Letters of a Bourgeois Father to His Bolshevik Son. Secr. Jan. (27:43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Treed! Scr. Jul. (78:80.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Torrey, Grace.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pinch of Something. Col. Apr. 4. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Said Alleged Accident. W. H. C. Apr. (21.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tragic Buskin. W. H. C. Oct., ’24. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Train, Arthur Cheney.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blind Goddess. Des. Sept. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Train, Ethel Kissam.</span> (1875– .) + (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_438">[Pg 438]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Somebody Wants Me. Des. Oct., ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Turnbull, Agnes Sligh.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*False Barriers. Am. Feb. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jessica Revives a Faded Petunia. Am. Apr. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“So This is Life!” Am. Aug. (51.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Turnbull, Archibald Douglas.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Standing By. Hol. Nov., ’24. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Turner, George Kibbe.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">At the Murderer’s Ball. Ly. May 16. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hen on Wheels. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">No Questions Asked. Ly. Aug. 15. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Street of the Forgotten Men. Ly. Feb. 14. (17.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tuttle, Worth.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Color. Pear. (Am.) Oct., ’24. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Yellow Seal. Ly. Jan. 10. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Twain, Mark.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Samuel Langhorne Clemens.</span>) (1835–1910.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mrs. McWilliams and the Lightning. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. July. (2:61.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:105.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">U</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Upson, William Hazlett.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Buzz Saw. Col. Jul. 11. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Charlie the Gloom Hound. S. E. P. Jun. 13. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Croix de Guerre. Col. Feb. 28. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Elephant. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">I’m in a Hurry. Col. May 2. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">I Got a Swell Job, I Got a Peach of a Girl. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">November 11, 1918. Col. Nov. 15, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sun at St. Mihiel. S. E. P. May 2. (28.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">V</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van de Water, Frederick F.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dope. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Faker. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Horse Marine. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Three Minutes of Silent Prayer. Scr. Dec., ’24. (76:615.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Dine, Warren L.</span> (1902– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Prophet. I. L. M. Mar. (32.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Doren, Carl.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Boy on a Horse. Cen. Feb. (109:561.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Hise, Alice.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">“’Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost—.” Pict. R. Nov., ’24. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Van Vorst, Marie.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Gaetano Gagiati.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Who Follows—? Pict. R. May. (14.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vance, Louis Joseph.</span> (1879– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grey Flannels. McCall. Jan. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gulp Stream. McCall. Oct., ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Fire. Col. Aug. 1. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vance, Louis Joseph</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Verney, Frank E.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Base Methods. S. E. P. Jun. 6. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mad Dogs and the Minnow. S. E. P. May 16. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Venable, Edward Carrington.</span> (1884– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lines on the Portrait of a Lady. Scr. Jun. (77:593.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Spur of the Moment. Atl. Jun. (135:808.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Verney, Frank E.</span> <i>See also</i> <span class="smcap">Vance, Louis Joseph</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Verney, Frank E.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Man Between. Pict. R. Jun. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vitez, Miklos.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Flunked. Am. H. Nov. 7, ’24. (808.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vorse, Mary Heaton.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Big Fish. L. H. J. Dec., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Family. Col. Dec. 20, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*First Stone. Red. Bk. Dec., ’24. (56.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sand. Pict. R. Jul. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Voto, Bernard De.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">De Voto, Bernard</span>.</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">W</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Waldman, Milton.</span> (1895– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Home Town. L. Merc. Dec., ’24. (11:132.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walker, Helen.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Forbidden Disciple. Com. Apr. 8. (1:601.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walker, Isabel</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Redington, Helen</span>.</li> + <li class="isub1">Silver Shoon. Del. Jun. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walmsley, Stephen M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Reconstruction. Ev. Jan. (82.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walrond, Eric.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Voodoo’s Revenge. Opp. Jun. (3:209.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ward, Florence Baier.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Where the Road Forked. L. H. J. Mar. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Water, Frederick F. Van De.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Van De Water, Frederick F.</span></li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Watts, Claude Samuel.</span> (1877– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Deviled Crabs. McC. Sept. (1:760.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Good Bad Actor. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (49.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Weeks, Raymond.</span> (1863– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**On the Road to the Big Blue. Mid. Jan. 1. (11:19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Fat Women of Boone. Mid. Jan. 1. (11:1.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Snakes of Boone. Mid. Jan. 1. (11:12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Thou Canst Not Say I Didn’t. Mid. Jan. 1. (11:27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Two Gentlemen from Indiany. Mid. Jan. 1. (11:23.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Weiman, Rita.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Laughing Legacy. S. E. P. Aug. 15. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">One Venetian Night. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (27.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_439">[Pg 439]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Yours Truly, Paris. Harp. B. May (102.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Welles, Harriet Ogden Deen.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Uncharted Course. Scr. Aug. (78:158.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, Corinne Updegraff.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Bobbie’s Roof. Des. Mar. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, Merrick.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Sonnobeech. Strat. Dec., ’24. (3:262.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, William Howells.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Monsieur Toppy. O. R. Nov., ’24. (21.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wescott, Glenway.</span> (1901– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***This Way Out. Col. Jul. 4. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">West, Ann.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady Disdain. Hol. Oct., ’24. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Legacies. Hol. Jan. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Orchids and Iron. Hol. Aug. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Weston, George T.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">All Dressed Up. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blue Sky. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cameo Brooch. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Devil Among the Women. Hear. Nov., ’24. (64.)</li> + <li class="isub1">$86,000. Hear. Dec., ’24. (58.)</li> + <li class="isub1">First Choose the Girl. L. H. J. Apr. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Girl Who Advertised. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (78.)</li> + <li class="isub1">How to be Happy Though Rich. Cos. Mar. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Just a Big-Hearted Rascal. Hear. Jan. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Old Bird. L. H. J. Jan. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tweed Coat. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wharton, Edith Newbold Jones.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bewitched. Pict. R. Mar. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Miss Mary Pask. Pict. R. Apr. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Velvet Ear-Muffs. Red Bk. Aug. (39.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">White, Arthur Corning.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Russet Gold. Echo. Jun. (1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">White, Frederick.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">He Could Catch Trout. Scr. Oct., ’24. (76:386.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Professor and the Pink Lady. Scr. Jul. (78:61.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">White, K. J.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Of Thyself, Master. Int. Arts. Jun. (1:5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">White, Nelia Gardner.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eight Years Too Late. L. H. J. Jun. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">“Flint” Miller’s Boy Comes Home. Am. Dec., ’24. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jen Starts All Over Again. Am. May. (62.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Minister Who Thought He Was a Failure. Am. Jun. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Separation. Am. Feb. (52.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jen’s Girl. Am. Mar. (44.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">White, Stewart Edward.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Corner in Horses. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jul. (2:20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hold-Up. S. E. P. Jan. 31. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Milky Way. Col. Jun. 6. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Rawhide. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:581.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Whitlock, Brand.</span> (1869– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Sofa. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Whitman, Stephen French.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***One of Those Nice Little Evenings. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:183.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***That Famous Love Affair. Col. Apr. 18. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wickham, Harvey.</span> (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grilled Cupid. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (56.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilbur, Harriette.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Beebe’s Biennial. Cath. W. May. (121:172.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilder, Charlotte E.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">City Bred. W. Tom. Jul. (8:203.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wiley, Hugh.</span> (1894– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Chow Joss. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Darker Horse. S. E. P. Jun. 27. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Foiled Again. Red Bk. Jun. (75.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Held for Rancid. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (44.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jailbird of Paradise. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (77.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Minted Gold. S. E. P. Mar. 7. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Spoils of War. S. E. P. May 9. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilgus, Jack</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Consequences. W. M. Jan. (4:126.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Ben Ames.</span> (1889– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Abandoned Farm. S. E. P. Feb. 14. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Accident. S. E. P. Mar. 28. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ancient Landmark. S. E. P. Dec. 27, ’24. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Artist. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Finished Story. G. H. Oct., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Foreheads Villainous. S. E. P. Dec. 13, ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Free Camping. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Foxes. Ev. Jun. (79.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man Who Killed the Moose. Ly. Dec. 13, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Missing Attribute. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**One Fair Daughter. G. H. Nov., ’24. (26.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Palsied Eld. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pod-Anger Man. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Thunderstroke. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Windy Side of the Law. S. E. P. Feb. 28. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Jesse Lynch.</span> (1871– .) + (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_440">[Pg 440]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Actress and the Lady. Cos. Oct., ’24. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Michael.</span> (1877– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Coca Dope. Blue Bk. Apr. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*False Face. Com. Dec. 3, ’24. (1:98.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Ursula Trainor.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Will Turner’s Wife. For. Jul. (74:92.) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, William D.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Last Choice of Crusty Dick. McC. Aug. (1:568.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Wythe.</span> (1881– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">Splendid with Swords. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (26.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Willis, Winifred.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Clothes—or the Man. Col. Dec. 20, ’24. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Willoughby, Barrett.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Devil-Drum. Cen. Jan. (109:393.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Willsie, Honore.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Morrow, Honore Willsie</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, Edmund.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Dandy Day. N. Rep. Aug. 19. (43:348.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, John Fleming.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Desert. Sh. St. Oct. 10, ’24. (40.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wilson, Mary Badger.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Personal and Private. L. H. J. Nov., ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Winslow, Horatio.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Art Line. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bimbo the Blood. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cockatoo. S. E. P. Jul. 11. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Confidential: Please Destroy. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Didos: Official Report. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Grudge Fight. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Please Excuse Me. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Told to the Sporting Editor. S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Winsmore, Robert S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blind Spots. S. E. P. Mar. 14. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Conover Crowd. S. E. P. Nov. 1, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Major’s Monument. S. E. P. Jan. 3. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wister, Owen.</span> (1860– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***La Tinaja Bonita. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:781.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Second Missouri Compromise. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:178.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Specimen Jones. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:109.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Witwer, Harry Charles.</span> (1890– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Charlotte’s Ruse. Col. Nov. 15, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chin He Loved to Touch. Cos. Aug. (93.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">5th Horseman of the Apocalypse. Cos. Feb. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Food for Scandal. Cos. Oct., ’24. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hood Riding Little Red. Cos. Apr. (94.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lady of Lyons, N. Y. Col. Jul. 18. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love at First Fight. Cos. Jan. (54.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Not So Big. Cos. Jim. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Pigskin He Loved to Touch. Cos. Dec., ’24. (67.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Scrambled Yeggs. Col Oct. 4, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">So This is New York. Col. Aug. 8. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Survival of the Fattest. Cos. Nov., ’24. (339.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Two Gentlemen of Verona, N. J. Cos. Sept. (85.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wolff, William Almon.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dead Fall. Des. Dec., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Goddess of Chance. Des. Oct., ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Upstart Brook. Ev. Aug. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Rope That Wasn’t Long Enough. Ly. May 10, ’24. (37.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thrift. Ly. Oct. 18, ’24. (35.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Town Talk. Des. Jan. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tremper’s Folly. Des. Nov., ’24. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wolff, William Almon</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Johnson, Agnes C.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Two Left Feet. Ly. Sept. 19. (48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wood, Clement.</span> (1888– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Blue Circle. Int. Arts. Jun. (1:17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mother. Opp. Jul. (214.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Trazan. Pict. R. Apr. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wood, Julia Frances.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">According to Code. Chic. Trib. Aug. 30.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woodford, Jack.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Kid’s Old Lady. Echo. Aug. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Only Beautiful Thing Left. Echo. May. (1.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woodrow, Mrs. Wilson.</span> (<span class="smcap">Nancy Mann Waddel Woodrow.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Heavy Sugar. Ly. Aug. 8. (17.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Worcester, Lucy.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Two Peters. Des. Aug. (14.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Worts, George Frank.</span> (1892– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Message to the Maharajah. Col. Dec. 13, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">When the Red Star Rises. Ev. Jul. (9.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wyckoff, Elizabeth Porter.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Now Consider Theresa. W. H. C. Dec., ’24. (32.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wylie, Elinor.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Gideon’s Revenge. Cen. Jan. (109:305.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="center">Y<span class="pagenum" id="Page_441">[Pg 441]</span></p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Yore, Clem.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mile High Monte of the Bell Bar Bell. Ev. Sept. (44.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Tinker and Tick. C. G. Jul. 11. (10.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Young, Everett.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Diana and the House of Hate. Del. Jul. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Exiles. W. H. C. Jun. (7.)</li> +</ul> + + +<p class="p2 center"><a id="Index_IIb"></a> +<abbr title="Two">II.</abbr> <span class="smcap">British and Irish Authors</span> +</p> + +<p class="center">A</p> + +<ul class="index"> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anonymous</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Great Boar of Birkatheli (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Mar. 7. (324:547.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Arlen, Michael.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Dikran Kuyumjian.</span>) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Ace of Thirteens. Cen. Oct., ’24. (108:733.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Battle of Berkeley Square. Red Bk. Apr. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Duke of Ladies. Red Bk. Jan. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Hand and Flower. Red Bk. May. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Knife Thrower. Red Bk. Jul. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Legend of Isolda. Red Bk. Mar. (38.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Man from America. Red Bk. Jun. (66.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***One Gold Coin. Book. (N. Y.) Jan. (60:556.) Feb. (60:699.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Owl on the Fountain. Harp. B. Mar. (70.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Salute Mr. Lancelot. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (42.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Atkey, Bertram.</span> (1880– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Dimity Gay, Daddy’s Good Girl. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Winnie and the Shark. S. E. P. Nov. 8, ’24. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Aumonier, Stacy.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Baby Grand. Mun. Dec., ’24. (83:428.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Dark Red Roses. Ev. Oct., ’24. (29.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Juxtapositions. Pict. R. Nov., ’24. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Source of Irritation. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:293.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Austin, Frederick Britten.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Battle Piece: New Style. S. E. P. Jul. 25. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Battle Piece: Old Style. S. E. P. Jul. 18. (3.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Diamond Cut Diamond. Red Bk. Feb. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Fourth Degree. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Mallett Case. Red Bk. Jan. (78.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***On the Flagship. S. E. P. Jun. 13. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">One-Eyed Moor. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (57.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Paris Frock. Red Bk. Dec., ’24. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*When the War God Walks Again. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (3.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">B</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Baily, Francis Evans.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blessed Are the Shingled. S. E. P. Aug. 1. (46.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Thy Neighbor’s Wife. Hear. Nov., ’24. (58.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barrie, Sir James Matthew.</span> (1860– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Courting of T’nowhead’s Bell. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:445.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bennett, Enoch Arnold.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Claribel. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Perfect Husband. Cos. Jan. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Toreador. Col. Jan. 24. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Umbrella. Col. Nov. 24, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bennett, Rolf.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bird of Fortune. Adv. Jul. 30. (150.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Cask. Adv. Nov. 20, ’24. (63.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Teeth of McClure. Adv. July 20. (72.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Benson, Edward Frederic.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Corstophine. Mun. Jan. (83:623.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Beresford, John Davys.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Meeting Place. W. H. C. Feb. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Three Cases. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bibesco, Princess Elizabeth.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***“La Peronnière Letters.” Chic. Trib. Dec. 28, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bottome, Phyllis.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Forbes Dennis.</span>) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Wonder-Child. Atl. Jan. (135:48.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bowen, Elizabeth.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Parrot. Ev. Apr. (135.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Bowen, Marjorie.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Gabriel Margaret Vere Campbell Costanzo Long.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Comfortable. Col. Mar. 14. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lady Who Lived in a Dream. MacL. Oct. 15, ’24. (19.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Where Your Treasure Is. Chic. Trib. Apr. 5.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burdett, Osbert.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Perfect Host. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Mar. 14. (324:614.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Burke, Thomas.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Spleen. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Feb. 28. (324:474.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">C</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chesterton, Gilbert Keith.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Arrow of Heaven. Col. Jul. 25. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Asylum of Adventure. MacL. Nov. 1, ’24. (27.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_442">[Pg 442]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Chief Mourner of Marne. Harp. M. May. (150:690.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Curse of the Golden Cross. Col. Jul. 11. (20.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man with Two Beards. Harp. M. Apr. (150:595.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mirror of Death. Harp. M. Mar. (150:394.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Oracle of the Dog. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:372.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Song of the Flying Fish. Harp. M. Jun. (150:82.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Christie, Agatha.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Mystery of the Spanish Shawl. Macf. Dec., ’24. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clifford, Sir Hugh.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1917.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Further Side of Silence. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:159.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lone-Hand Raid of Kûlop Sûmbing. Gol. Apr. (1:485.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Collins, Dale.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*God from Pennsylvania. Fron. Jun. (51.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Good that is in the Worst of Us. Hear. Nov., ’24. (32.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Service to Science. Sun. Jan. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Surprise Island. Sun. Dec., ’24. (20.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Colum, Padraic.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***John Griggins—A Day in His Life. Com. Apr. 22, ’25. (1:657.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Legend of Ys. Com. Sept. 23. (2:478.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**St. Martin and the Honest Man. Cen. Jun. (110:238.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Servitor. Com. Sept. 30. (2:563.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coppard, Alfred Edgar.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Field of Mustard. Dial. Jul. (79:47.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Couldrey, Oswald.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Nandi in Pound. Atl. May. (135:602.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coutler, Geoffrey.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Decoy. Tr. Oct., ’24. (2:365.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Coulter, John W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Catholic Walks. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Nov. 22, ’24. (323:433.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cunninghame Graham, Robert Bontine.</span> (1852– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Convert. (<i>R.</i>) A. W. Aug.–Sept. (9.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">D</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dataller, Roger.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**After-Meeting. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Feb. 21. (324:431.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dawson, Coningsby (William).</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Don’s Garden. McCall. Mar. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">De La Mare, Walter John.</span> (1873– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Connoisseur. Yale. Jul. (14:645.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Pigtails, Ltd. Atl. Aug. (136:175.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dell, Ethel M.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Full Measure. McCall. Jun. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Master Key. McCall. Mar. (5.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Unknown Quantity. McCall. Oct. ’24. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Douglas, Norman.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Queer! V. F. Jan. (46.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan.</span> (1859– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Billy Bones. G. H. Jun. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Adventure of the Three Garridebs. Col. Oct. 25, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Adventure of the Illustrious Client. Col. Nov. 8, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Duffy, P. J. O’Connor.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Boy from Gorthacaurnon. Cath. W. Jul. (121:479.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Colga MacCaffrey’s Inheritance. Cath. W. Jan. (120:477.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Riches of the Poor Man. Cath. W. Nov., ’24. (120:203.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Trenmore Jerningham. Cath. W. Mar. (120:760.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman of the Sea. Cath. W. May. (121:208.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dukes, Ashley.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Listener. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Oct. 11, ’24. (323:111.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dunsany, Edward John Moreton</span> Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron. (1878– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Moral Little Tale. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:339.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">E</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Edginton, May.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Reigneth Still. Pict. R. Aug. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*This Happens Every Day. Pict. R. Feb. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">What Handsome People. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Why? Harp. B. Dec., ’24. (76.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Edwards, Ethel Ashton.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Clever Mr. Delavel. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Mar. 28. (324:708.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ertz, Susan.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Henry and the Muse. Pict. R. Aug. (15.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ervine, St. John Greet.</span> (1883– .) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mr. Peden Keeps His Cook. Cen. Dec., ’24. (109:195.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">F</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fletcher, J. S.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Diamond Cut Diamond. Cos. Feb. (71.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Green Ink. Cos. Jan. (96.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">G</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Galsworthy, John.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Last Card. Red Bk. Feb. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mummy. Red Bk. Nov., ’24. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Water. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (43.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">George, Walter Lionel.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Case of Olga Pennard. Ain. Dec., ’24. (129.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hand of Gladys Cockley. Pict. R. Sept. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Last of His Line. Col. Oct. 11, ’24. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Test. Charm. May. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Wedding of Ailie Fern. Col. Nov. 22, ’24. (5.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gerhardi, William.</span><span class="pagenum" id="Page_443">[Pg 443]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Big Drum. Harp. M. Apr. (150:571.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gibbon, Perceval.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Crossed Wires. S. E. P. Aug. 29. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Jackass. S. E. P. Jan. 17. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man of Science. S. E. P. Jun. 20. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Out of the Shadow. W. H. C. Sept. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Second-Class Passenger. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:261.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gibbs, Sir Philip.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Harmonious Child. Cos. Apr. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*School of Courage. MacL. Sept. 15. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shock of Success. Cos. Jan. (42.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Out of the Ruins. Cos. Dec., ’24. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gilbert, Rodney.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Brass Bowl. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Oct. 4, ’24. (323:49.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Golding, Louis.</span> (1895– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Great Poet! Am. H. Dec. 26, ’24. (116:219.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Youth Flaunts a Feather. Am. H. Apr. 10. (116:692.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gordon, Douglas.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Silent Highway. Sh. St. Jan. 10. (167.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gordon, Janet L.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“To-morrow.” Cath. W. Jan. (120:453.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Graham, Helen.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Highbrows. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Feb. 7. (324:331.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Graham, Robert Bontine Cunninghame.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Cunninghame Graham, Robert Bontine</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Griffin, W.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Contact. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Nov. 8, ’24. (323:333.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Grimshaw, Beatrice.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Coconut Pearl. Cos. Aug. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eyes in the Corner. Ly. Jun. 27. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prisoner of the Reef. Ly. May 17, ’24. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Safe of the Shalimar. S. E. P. Jul. 11. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Under the Shive-Dagon. Red Bk. Oct., ’24. (80.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Yapanee. Col. Jan. 17, ’25. (15.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">H</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hamilton, Cosmo.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prodigal Father. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Remember Lot’s Wife. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hardy, Thomas.</span> (1840– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Squire Patrick’s Lady. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:195.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hichens, Robert Smythe.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">For the Sake of the Leading Lady. Cos. May. (20.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Husband Doubler. Harp. B. Nov., ’24. (72.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Watch-Dog. Cos. Jul. (82.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hinkson, Katharine Tynan.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Tynan, Katharine</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Holdsworth, Geoffrey</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Stern, G. B.</span> <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Stern, G. B.</span>, <i>and</i> + <span class="smcap">Holdsworth, Geoffrey</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Horn, Holloway.</span> (1886– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Convention. Harp. B. Oct., ’24. (112.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Loss. Harp. B. Apr. (200.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Hughes, Richard.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Locomotive. H. C. Summer. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Poor Man’s Inn. For. Feb. (73:220.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Huxley, Aldous Leonard.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Half Holiday. Harp. M. Sept. (151:457.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">J</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Jabb.</span>”</li> + <li class="isub1">Stolen Camera. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Jan. 3. (324:51.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jacobs, William Wymark.</span> (1863– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Fickle Woman. Hear. Feb. (84.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Interruption. Ly. Jul. 4. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Something for Nothing. Hear. Jan. (89.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jepson, Edgar.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Chalcedony Horse. Col. Apr. 25. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jade Spirit Gong. S. E. P. Oct. 18, ’24. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mystic Fan. S. E. P. May 9. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Peter Intervenes. McC. May. (1:85.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Prince Sarrazin’s Frogs. S. E. P. Sept. 12. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Johnston, Sir Harry Hamilton.</span> (1858– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">**In the Lion’s Mouth. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:146.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jope-Slade, Christine.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cleopatra Was a Blonde. L. H. J. Jan. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Her Royal Highness Hoblin. L. H. J. May. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Lost Church. L. H. J. Apr. (10.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">K</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kaye-Smith, Sheila.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Working Man’s Wife. W. H. C. Mar. (12.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kennedy, Margaret.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">*Long Week End. Cos. Sept. (36.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kent, Michael.</span> (<i>See 1924</i>.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Missing Miss Fortescue. Hol. May. (11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kipling, Rudyard.</span> (1865– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bull That Thought, Cos. Dec., ’24. (44.) MacL. Nov. 15, ’24. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Prophet and the Country. Hear. Oct., ’24. (81.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Wish House. Hear. Nov., ’24. (88.) MacL. Oct. 15, ’24. (15.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_444">[Pg 444]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***With the Main Guard. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:97.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">L</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Lancaster, G. B.</span>” (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Sons. Hol. Jul. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lawrence, David Herbert.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1917.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Woman Who Rode Away. Dial. Jul. (79:1.) Aug. (79:121.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Locke, William John.</span> (1863– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Princess’s Kingdom. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:773.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Long, Gabriel Margaret Vere Campbell Costanzo.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Bowen, Marjorie</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lowndes, Mrs. Belloc.</span> (1868– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Day He Forgot. Macf. Dec., ’24. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Final Sentence. Am. May. (101.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*“One Little Minute.” McC. Aug. (1:525.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lyster, M.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Tortoise. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Dec. 27, ’24. (323:707).</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">M</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McFee, William.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Washout. Chic. Trib. Sept. 27.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">MacLaren, Ian.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Watson, John.</span>) (1850–1907.) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Afterwards. (<i>R.</i>) McC. May. (1:95.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">MacManus, Seumas.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Haste to the Weddin’. Com. Feb. 4. (1:344.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">McNeile, Major H. Cyril.</span> (“<span class="smcap">Sapper.</span>”) (1888– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Blackmail. McC. May. (1:28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Ducking of Herbert Polton. McC. Aug. (1:596.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man with a Scar on His Face. McC. Jun. (1:57.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Maugham, W. Somerset.</span> (1874– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Ant and the Grasshopper. Cos. Oct., ’24. (88.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Man Who Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly. Cos. Apr. (54.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Most Selfish Woman I Knew. Cos. Sept. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mr. Know-All. Cos. Jan. (48.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Widow’s Might. Cos. Feb. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Yellow Streak. Cos. Aug. (106.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Maxwell, William Babington.</span> (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Long Distance Train. Col. May 30. (6.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merrick, Leonard.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cure for Dyspepsia. Harp. B. Sept. (72.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Metcalfe, John.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Mole. D. D. Jun. (7:181.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Meynell, Viola.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Letter. (<i>R.</i>) Books. Dec. 28, ’24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Ten Minutes. Cen. Apr. (109:794.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mills, Arthur.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Hair of the Dog. Ev. May. (133.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*King o’ the Plain. Ev. Dec., ’24. (119.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lame. Ev. Oct., ’24. (93.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Their Island. Ev. Nov., ’24. (77.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Milne, Alan Alexander.</span> (1882– .) (<i>See 1919.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Miss Waterlow in Bed. W. H. C. Aug. (17.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Sparrow Tree Square. W. H. C. Sept. (25.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Montague, Charles Edward.</span> (1867– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***All for Peace and Quiet. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:221.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Mundy, Talbot.</span> (1879– .) (<i>See 1916.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Drop or Two of White. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:330.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">N</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nevinson, Henry Woodd.</span> (1852– .)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Catfish. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:255.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Niven, Frederick John.</span> (1878– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Conscience. Pop. Dec. 7, ’24. (165.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Faith Cure. Pop. Oct. 20, ’24. (60.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*House on the Bluff. Pop. Aug. 7. (116.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*MacPherson’s Luck. Pop. Dec. 20, ’24. (171.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Man to Man. Pop. Jul. 7. (143.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">O</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">O’Flaherty, Liam.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Conger Eel. Dial. Jan. (78:5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wild Goat’s Kid. Dial. Aug. (79:137.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Oppenheim, Edward Phillips.</span> (1866– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Astute Deal. Harp. B. Oct., ’24. (98.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Bamboozling of Mrs. Gascoigne. Col. Apr. 25. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Black Virgin. Harp. B. Dec., ’24. (88.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Blood Money. Col. May 30. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Cafe of Terror. Col. May 16. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Channay the Deliverer. S. E. P. May 16. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Christian the Concierge. Col. Jun. 27. (15.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Drama of the Marshes. S. E. P. May 2. (40.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Eric Rhodes Has His Chance. S. E. P. May 23. (30.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gamble in Franks Oils. Harp. B. Nov., ’24. (68.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Gilbert Channay Takes the Air. S. E. P. Apr. 11. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Great Abduction. S. E. P. May 9. (36.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_445">[Pg 445]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Hidden Symbol. Col. Jun. 6. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Last of the Virgins. Harp. B. Apr. (108.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Madame Seeks a Prince. Harp. B. Mar. (98.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mark Levy Pays. S. E. P. Apr. 18. (34.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Martin Fog Persists. S. E. P. Apr. 25. (28.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Monte Carlo Pays a Gas Bill. Col. Jun. 20. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Block Contributes. Col. May 9. (7.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Numbers of Death. Col. May 2. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Royal Game. Col. May 23. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Salvation of Mr. Morton. Col. Jun. 13. (50.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Small Tragedy of Mr. Tidd. Chic. Trib. Sept. 6.</li> + <li class="isub1">Worthy Quittance. Harp. B. Feb. (90.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wrung Heart. Harp. B. Jan. (80.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">P</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Panter-Downes, Mollie.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Misfit Wife. Cos. Mar. (87.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Morning Like This. Cos. Nov., ’24. (45.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pertwee, Roland.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">All’s Fair. S. E. P. Sept. 26. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Finger Dipped In Gold. S. E. P. Oct. 4, ’24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Life Policy. Ev. May. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Salvation of Boobs. S. E. P. Nov. 15, ’24. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Vanishing Point. L. H. J. Apr. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Wonderful Man. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (24.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Powys, Llewellyn.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Trapper. Cen. Aug. (110:415.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Powys, Theodore Francis.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Painted Wagon. Dial. Feb. (78:91.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pryce, Richard.</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Storm. W. H. C. Jul. (7.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">Q</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Quirk, Violet.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Sleeping Secrets. Pict. R. Apr. (28.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">R</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reniers, Perceval.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Tropics Do Queer Things. Ind. May 16. (114:557.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Richardson, Anthony</span>.</li> + <li class="isub1">***Old Mossy Face. For. Apr. (73:513.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">S</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sabatini, Rafael.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Forbidden Fruit. G. H. Sept. (30.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Sapper.</span>” <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">McNeile, Major H. Cyril</span>.</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Somerville, Edith Œ.</span>, <i>and</i> “<span class="smcap">Ross, Martin</span>.” (<span class="smcap">Violet Martin.</span>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Philippa’s Fox-Hunt. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:317.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stacpoole, Henry De Vere.</span> (1865– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Story of Kanoa and the Jinni. Pop. Nov. 7, ’24. (92.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stern, G. B.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Geoffrey Lisle Holdsworth.</span>) (1890– .) (<i>See 1922.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Barcarolle. W. H. C. Jan. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Empty Tables. W. H. C. Nov., ’24. (9.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Goblet of the Carradore. W. H. C. May. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stern, G. B.</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Holdsworth, Geoffrey</span>.</li> + <li class="isub1">Brocade Shoes. Harp. B. Jan. (64.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stevenson, Robert Louis.</span> (1850–1894.) (<i>See 1915.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lodging for the Night. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:661.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sire de Malétroit’s Door. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:348.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Stuart, Eleanor.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Perfect Servant. Scr. Jul. (78:18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Swinnerton, Frank Arthur.</span> (1884– .) (<i>See 1918.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Celebrity. S. E. P. Apr. 4. (24.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Guest. Chic. Trib. Jun. 14.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Marriage Arranged. Col. May 9. (12.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Miss Jedburys. L. H. J. Oct., ’24. (14.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">T</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Terrill, G. Appleby.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Child of the Song-Fo River. MacL. Mar. 1. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Don’t Talk to Me of Princesses. Hol. Aug. (11.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*In St. Martin’s Summer-Land. L. H. J. May. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Townend, W.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Bolshevik. S. E. P. Jul. 11. (16.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Traill, Peter.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**His Wife’s Portrait. Macf. Oct., ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tynan, Katharine.</span> (<span class="smcap">Katharine Tynan Hinkson.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shelling of the Church. Cath. W. Jul. (121:447.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Shrine of the Prince-Bishop. Cath. W. Nov., ’24. (120:159.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">V</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Vane, Sutton.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Fog. Smart Set. Jul., ’24. (39.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">W</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wallace, Edgar.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Dragon of Jade. S. E. P. May 16. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Walpole, Hugh Seymour.</span> (1884– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Girl Who was Herself. Hear. Jan. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Miss Finchley’s Hour. G. H. Dec., ’24. (14.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_446">[Pg 446]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Old Elizabeth. G. H. Nov., ’24. (46.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Watson, John.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">MacLaren, Ian</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, Catharine.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. H. G. Wells.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dragon Fly. Tr. Nov., ’24. (2:511.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wells, Herbert George.</span> (1866– .) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Story of the Late Mr. Elvesham. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. Sept. (102.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wetjen, Albert Richard.</span> (1900– .) (<i>See 1924 under American Authors.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Admiral Jibbetts. Col. Mar. 14. (13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Glory. Col. Sept. 26. (18.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Heart of MacLoughlin. Ev. May. (55.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mr. Atkins. Col. Mar. 28. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*North of the World. Sun. Mar. (22.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**On the Coast Run. Col. Dec. 6, ’24. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*’Ome Builder. Col. Feb. 21. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Road of Adventure. Sh. St. Oct. 10, ’24. (118.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Time. Col. Jan. 24. (14.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tradition. Col. Apr. 18. (7.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Whitechurch, Victor L.</span> (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Adventure of Captain Ivan Koravitch. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:641.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*In the House of the Mandarin. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Nov. 1, ’24. (323:292.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wildridge, Oswald.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Cotton Lord. Chic. Trib. Jul. 5.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, I. A.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Man Who Stole the Pelican. (<i>R.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Liv. A. Dec. 6, ’24. (323:548.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williams, Margery.</span> (<span class="smcap">Mrs. Francesco Bianco.</span>) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Nightingale Copse. H. C. Summer. (25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">White Flower. Ev. Nov., ’24. (172.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williamson, Charles Norris.</span> (1859–?) <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Alice Muriel Livingston</span>. (1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">House of the Sun. Chic. Trib. Jan. 25.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Williamson, Henry.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***No Eel for Nog. Col. Apr. 11. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wodehouse, Pelham Grenville.</span> (1881– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Awful Gladness of the Mater. S. E. P. Mar. 21. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Clustering Round Young Bingo. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (10.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Custody of the Pumpkin. S. E. P. Nov. 29, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">High Stakes. S. E. P. Sept. 19. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Honeysuckle Cottage. S. E. P. Jan. 24. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Jane Gets Off the Fairway. S. E. P. Oct. 25, ’24. (5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Purification of Rodney Spelvin. S. E. P. Aug. 22. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Something Squishy. S. E. P. Dec. 20, ’24. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Without the Option. S. E. P. Jun. 27. (8.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Woolf, Virginia.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Miss Ormerod. Dial. Dec., ’24. (77:466.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wrynn, Anthony.</span></li> + <li class="isub1">Equinox. Dial. Sept. (79:203.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Wylie, Ida Alena Ross.</span> (1885– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Exiles in Casserole. S. E. P. Feb. 21. (8.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Mrs. Margrave Finds Her Children. G. H. Dec., ’24. (70.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">Y</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Yates, Dornford.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Childish Things. S. E. P. Jun. 27. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Leading Strings. S. E. P. Nov. 22, ’24. (18.)</li> +</ul> + +<p class="p2 center"><a id="Index_IIIb"></a> +<abbr title="Three">III.</abbr> Translations +</p> + +<p class="center">A</p> +<ul class="index"> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Acremant, Albert.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Assumed Name. N. Y. Trib. Apr. 12.</li> + <li class="isub1">Sword Dancer of Montmartre. N. Y. Trib. Feb. 15.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Alarcon, Pedro Antonio De.</span> (<i>Spanish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Captain Veneno’s Proposal of Marriage. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:13.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Prophecy. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:812.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Andreyev, Leonid Nikolaevich.</span> (1871–1919.) (<i>See 1917.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Giant. Mod. Q. Fall, ’24. (2:119.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Annunzio, Gabriele D’.</span> (<i>Italian.</i>) <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">D’Annunzio, Gabriele</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Anonymous.</span> (<i>German.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Mysterious Temple. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Mar. 21. (324:665.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Arennes, J. Ad.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Purple Sweater. N. Y. Trib. Dec. 21, ’24.</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">B</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bachelin, Henri.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">End of the Picture Auction. N. Y. Trib. Jun. 7.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Balzac, Honore De.</span> (1799–1850.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***El Verdugo. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:556.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barillier, Berthe Carianne Le.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Bertheroy, Jean</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Barjac, Claude</span>. (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">At the Season’s End. N. Y. Trib. Oct. 19, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Bertheroy, Jean.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Berthe Carianne Le Barillier.</span>) (1860– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Leaning Tower. N. Y. Trib. Oct. 5, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Love Laughs Last and Best. N. Y. Trib. Jan. 18.</li> + <li class="isub1">Wing Shot and Wounded Siren. N. Y. Trib. Nov. 3, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Binet-Valmer.</span> (1875– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_447">[Pg 447]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">For Those Who Come After Us. N. Y. Trib. Jul. 26.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Bizet, Rene.</span> (1887– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Stepsister and the Piano. N. Y. Trib. Jan. 25.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blaise, Gilbert.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Convenient Beneditti. N. Y. Trib. Sept. 27.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Blasco, Ibanez, Vicente.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Spanish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Condemned. Ly. May 24, ’24. (27.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Boutet, Frederic.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cesar Balbois. Ly. Nov. 8, ’24. (27.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Imposter. Ly. Nov. 1, ’24. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Little Cabin in the Clearing. N. Y. Trib. May 10.</li> + <li class="isub1">Man of Unrecognized Genius. N. Y. Trib. Aug. 16.</li> + <li class="isub1">Preliminary to a Marriage for Money. N. Y. Trib. Oct. 26, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Soldier Duval, Alone, Unaided. N. Y. Trib. Mar. 1.</li> + <li class="isub1">Tragedy of Appearances. N. Y. Trib. Jul. 5.</li> + <li class="isub1">*With the Coming of the Avenger. N. Y. Trib. Jan. 4.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Buchholtz, Johannes.</span> (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Rhenish. Wave. Oct., ’24. (2:71.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">C</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Calderon, Serafin Estebanez.</span> (<i>Spanish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Andalusian Duel. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:513.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Calson, Pedro De Novo.</span> (<i>Spanish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Terror of the Government. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:718.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Capuana, Luigi.</span> (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Kiss. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:204.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Castello, Luis.</span> (<i>Argentinian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Juan Varela’s Vote. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Sept. 19. (326:630.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Cerio, Edwin.</span> (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Danse Macabre. D. D. Jun. (7:163.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich.</span> (1860–1904.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bet. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:651.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Slanderer. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:437.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Chirikov, Eugene.</span> (<i>See 1917.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Brave Sparrow. Strat. Nov., ’24. (3:143.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Clemenceau, Georges Eugene Adrien.</span> (1841– .) (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">How I Became Long-Sighted. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Sept. 5. (326:499.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Colette.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Mme. Henri De Jouvenal.</span>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Blind Alley. V. F. Apr. (62.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Distinguished Housebreaker. V. F. Feb. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Habit. V. F. Jul. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hand. V. F. Aug. (51.)</li> + + <li class="isub1">Monsieur Maurice. V. F. Sept. (59.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*One Evening. V. F. Jan. (43.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Other Woman. V. F. May. (61.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Portrait. V. F. Dec., ’24. (47.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Those By Whom We Are Judged. V. F. Mar. (45.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Woman Behind the Mask. V. F. Nov., ’24. (55.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Comert, Marguerite.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">“You in Spite of Everything.” N. Y. Trib. Jul. 12.</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">D</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">D’Annunzio, Gabriele (Rapagnetta).</span> (1864– .) (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Bells. I. A. Jun. (1:25.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Turlendana Returns. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:325.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Daudet, Alphonse.</span> (1840–1897.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Siege of Berlin. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:515.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sous-Prefet Afield. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:737.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dekobra, Maurice.</span> (1885– .) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Strategy in a Country Courthouse. N. Y. Trib. May 17.</li> + <li class="isub1">Theft of the Pearl Necklace. N. Y. Trib. Mar. 22.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Descaves, Pierre.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">That Persistent Old Woman. N. Y. Trib. June 28.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dostoevsky, Fyodor Mikhailovich.</span> (1822–1881.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Christmas Story. Dial. Sept. (79:179.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Dumas, Alexandre</span>, <i>the elder</i>. (1806–1870.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Solange. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:135.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">E</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Eberhardt, Isabelle.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*One Night in Africa. Opp. Apr. (105.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Tears of the Almond Tree. Opp. Jan. (3:11.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Edes, Aime Marc.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Death by the Bite of the Lion. N. Y. Trib. Jan. 11.</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">F</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fernandez Guardia, Leon.</span> (<i>Costa Rican.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**No. 13,013. I. A. Oct., ’24. (8:39.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fogazzaro, Antonio.</span> (1842–19—.) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Because of a Rose-Leaf. (<i>R.</i>) G. B. May. (1:681.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Fonhus, Mikkjel.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>Norwegian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Nocturnal Visitors. Scan. Jan. (13:40.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">France, Anatole.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Jacques Anatole Thibault.</span>) (1844–1925.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Our Lady’s Juggler. (<i>R.</i>) G. B. May. (1:766.)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_448">[Pg 448]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">***Procurator of Judea. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:176.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Putois. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:189.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">G</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gaboriau, Emile.</span> (1835–1873.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Accursed House. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:332.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Garnier, Huguette.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Penny Ring. N. Y. Trib. Mar. 8.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Geijerstam, Gustav A. F.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Secret of the Forest. Scan. Oct., ’24. (12:612.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gevel, Claude.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Message of the Wall. N. Y. Trib. Aug. 23.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gogol, Nikolai Vasilievich.</span> (1809–1852.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Diary of a Madman. Mod. Q. Winter, ’24. (2:177.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gomez Jaime, Alfredo.</span> (<i>Colombian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**I Come for a Soul. I. A. Oct., ’24. (8:55.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Gorky, Maxim.</span>” (<span class="smcap">Alexei Maximovitch Pyeshkov.</span>) (1868 or 1869– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Gipsy: Makar Chudra. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:721.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Hermit. Col. May 16. (16.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Story of a Novel. S. W. Apr. (83.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Strange Murderer. Dial. Oct., ’24. (77:291.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Gourmont, Remy De.</span> (1858–1915.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Evening Chat. Guar. Mar. (1:157.)</li> + <li class="isub1">Faun. Guar. Mar. (1:160.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">H</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Heidenstamm, Verner Von.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Clean White Shirt. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:363.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***French Mons. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:5.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mazeppa and His Ambassador. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:200.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Queen of the Marauders. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:430.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sigrid the Haughty and Her Wooers. Scan. Dec., ’24. (12:722.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Herfort, Paul.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Four Pebbles. N. Y. Trib. Feb. 1.</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">I</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ibanez, Vicente Blasco.</span> (<i>Spanish.</i>) <i>See</i> <span class="smcap">Blasco Ibanez, Vincente</span>.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Iretski.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Elusive Treasure. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Sept. 12. (326:590.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">J</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Jacobsen, Jens Peter.</span> (1847–1885.) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Two Worlds. D. D. Jan.–Feb. (7:86.)</li> + + +</ul> +<p class="center">K</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Kuprin, Alexander.</span> (1870– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Winter Night’s Tale. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Jan. 24. (324:213.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">L</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Leblond, Marius-Ary.</span>” (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Little Brother of the Underbrush. Harp. M. Oct., ’24. (149:634.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Leche, Mia.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Chiffons. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Oct. 25, ’24. (323:208.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Lemche, Gyrithe.</span> (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**For Dear Life. Scan. Aug. (13:467.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Level, Maurice.</span> (<i>See 1920.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Debt Collector. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:221.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">M</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Martorello, Noe S.</span> (<i>Argentinian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Pedro. I. A. Apr. (8:323.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Maupassant, Henri-Rene-Albert-Guy De.</span> (1850–1893.) (<i>See 1922.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Experiment in Love. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:439.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Night in Spring. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. May. (1:678.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Sundays of a Parisian. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:124.) Feb. (1:294.)</li> + <li class="isub1">**’Toine. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:379.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Merimee, Prosper.</span> (1803–1870.) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Carmen. (<i>R.</i>) Ev. Jun. (97.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Djoumane. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:863.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Game of Backgammon. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Feb. (1:282.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Lokis. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Mar. (1:361.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Tamango. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Aug. (2:245.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Metzger, Madeleine.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Hamond and the Horned Viper. N. Y. Trib. Aug. 30.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Manor-House Wedding. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Dec. 13, ’24. (323:608.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Musset, Alfred De.</span> (1810–1857.) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Story of a White Blackbird. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Apr. (1:499.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***White Blackbird’s Story. (<i>R.</i>) Pear. (Am.) Feb. (37.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">N</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nazor, Vladimir.</span> (<i>Croatian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Angelo, the Stonecutter. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Nov. 29, ’24. (323:483.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Nieto, Alejandro.</span> (<i>Argentinian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Love’s Labor Lost. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. June. (1:881.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">P</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Payro, Roberto J.</span> (<i>Argentine.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Integrity. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Oct. 18, ’24. (323:154.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Perez, J. L.</span> (<i>Yiddish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Eighth Division Hell. Guar. Nov., ’24. (6.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Miracle on the Sea. J. T. Sept. 18. (38.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pinski, David.</span> (1872– .) (<i>See 1919.</i>) (<i>Yiddish.</i>)<span class="pagenum" id="Page_449">[Pg 449]</span></li> + <li class="isub1">**Zalman the Contractor. Men. J. Jun. (11:253.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pirandello, Luigi.</span> (1867– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Mere Formality. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Sept. (2:399.)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Shoes at the Door. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Nov. 15, ’24. (323:371.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pourcel, Georges.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Face on the Medallion. N. Y. Trib. Apr. 5.</li> + <li class="isub1">Protector of the Household. N. Y. Trib. Dec. 28, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pushkin, Alexander Sergeyevich.</span> (1799–1837.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Pistol Shot. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jun. (1:871.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Pyeshkov, Alexei Maximovitch.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>) <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">Gorky, Maxim</span>.”</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">R</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rameau, Jean.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Claudette’s Admirer. N. Y. Trib. Nov. 30, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Pardon Direct from Heaven. N. Y. Trib. Jun. 21.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rasmussen, Knud.</span> (<i>Danish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Exploits of Pukitsulik. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Apr. 11. (325:117.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Regis, Roger.</span> (<i>See 1923.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*My Neighbour Invisible. N. Y. Trib. Nov. 9, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reisbach, Jean.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Play of Destiny. N. Y. Trib. Nov. 16, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Renard, Maurice.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*When April Returned Too Late. N. Y. Trib. Aug. 2.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Reuze, Andre.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Adventure in the Fog. N. Y. Trib. Apr. 26.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ricci, Corrado.</span> (<i>Italian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Cross of the Mother. Leonardo. 1925. (18.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rodriguez-Alcala, Teresa Lamas Carisimo De.</span> (<i>Paraguay.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Py-Chay. I. A. Feb. (8:236.)</li> + + <li class="indx">“<span class="smcap">Rosny, J. H.</span>, <i>aine</i>.” (J. <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">H. Boex</span>.) (1856–.) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Man-Eater Outwitted. N. Y. Trib. May 24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Monsieur Labouze’s Adventure. N. Y. Trib. Sept. 6.</li> + <li class="isub1">Mystery of the Licking Stone. N. Y. Trib. Jul. 19.</li> + <li class="isub1">Opportune Burglary. N. Y. Trib. Dec. 14, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">Pivoine, the Unappreciated One. N. Y. Trib. Nov. 23, ’24.</li> + <li class="isub1">*That Good Cigar. N. Y. Trib. Mar. 29.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rumania, Marie, Queen of.</span> (<i>Rumanian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Lulaloo. G. H. Mar. (20.)</li> + + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Rung, Otto.</span> (<i>Danish.)</i></li> + <li class="isub1">**Light-Fingered Philanthropist. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Sept. 5. (326:533.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">S</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sacher-Masoch, Leopold De.</span> (<i>German.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Haman and Esther. J. T. Mar. 6. (22.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sandy, Isabelle.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Brass Bedstead. N. Y. Trib. Feb. 22.</li> + <li class="isub1">*Dancing Jack of the Belfry. N. Y. Trib. Jun. 14.</li> + <li class="isub1">**Legend of the Ash Tree. N. Y. Trib. Dec. 7, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Schnitzler, Arthur.</span> (1862– .) (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Austrian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Lieutenant Gerstl. Dial. Aug. (79:89.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Scott, Gabriel.</span> (<i>Norwegian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**How Our Lord and St. Peter Came to Visit the Earth. Scan. Dec., ’24. (12:743.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Segreda, Luis Dobles.</span> (<i>Costa Rican.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Saddlebags. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Dec. 20, ’24. (323:669.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Shkurkin, P.</span> (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Temple of Dutiful Widowhood. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Feb. 14. (324:382.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sillen, Marta Af.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Two Sibyls. Scan. Sept. (13:546.)</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Solari, Emile.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Patriarch Rabbit. N. Y. Trib. Oct. 12, ’24.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sonolet, Louis.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Household a Little Too Parisian. N. Y. Trib. Feb. 8.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Sweden, Prince William of.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Jungle Love. Cos. Jul. (76.)</li> + <li class="isub1">*Phantom Lover. Cos. May. (26.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">T</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Teneville, Albert De.</span> (<i>French.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Experiment in Hypnotism. N. Y. Trib. Apr. 19.</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Thibault, Jacques Anatole.</span> <i>See</i> “<span class="smcap">France, Anatole</span>.”</li> + + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Tolstoy, Lyof Nikolaievich, Count.</span> (1828–1910.) (<i>See 1921.</i>) (<i>H.</i>) (<i>Russian.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">***Too Dear. (<i>R.</i>) Gol. Jan. (1:55.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">U</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Ugarte, Manuel.</span> (<i>See 1924.</i>) (<i>Argentine.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Totota. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Apr. 4. (325:57.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">V</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Velikanovich, Iso.</span> (<i>Yugo-Slav.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">**Old Fogies’ Club. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Jan. 31. (324:260.)</li> + +</ul> +<p class="center">Z</p> +<ul> + <li class="indx"><span class="smcap">Zetterstrom, Hasse.</span> (<i>Swedish.</i>)</li> + <li class="isub1">Anna Clara’s Dance. (<i>R.</i>) Liv. A. Jan. 10. (324:121.)</li> +</ul> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h4>Transcriber’s Note:</h4> + +<p>Jargon, dialect, obsolete and alternative spellings were left +unchanged. 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