James Thorold wheeled around until he faced him. "Peter," he said
huskily, "there's something you'll have to know before I go to
Forsland--if ever I go to Forsland. You'll have to decide." The boy
shrank from the ominous cadence of the words. "Why, I can't judge for
you, dad," he said awkwardly. "Our children are always our ultimate
judges," James Thorold said.
"I have sometimes wondered," he went on, speaking to himself rather than
to the puzzled boy, "how the disciples who met Christ but who did not go
his way with him to the end felt when they heard he had died. I knew a
great man once, Peter. I went his way for a little while, then I took my
own. I saw them bring him, dead, over the way they have brought that boy
to-day. I came down to the court-house that night, and there, just where
that boy lies, Peter, I made a promise that I have not kept."
Again he resumed his pacing, speaking as he went, sometimes in low
tones, sometimes with tensity of voice, always as if urged by some force
that was driving him from silence. The boy, leaning forward at the edge
of the chair, watched his father through the first part of the story.
Before the end came he turned away.
"You remember," James Thorold began, his voice pleading patience,
"that I've told you I came to Chicago from Ohio before the war? I was
older than you then, Peter, but I was something of a hero-worshipper,
too. Judge Adams was my hero in those troublous times of the fifties.
I knew him only by sight for a long time, watching him go in and out of
the big white house where he lived. After a time I came to know him. I
was clerking in a coffee-importing house during the day and studying law
at night. Judge Adams took me into his office. He took me among his
friends. Abraham Lincoln was one of them.
"I remember the night I met Lincoln. Judge Adams had talked of him
often. He had been talking of him that day. 'Greatness,' he had said,
'is the holding of a great dream, not for yourself, but for others.
Abraham Lincoln has the dream. He has heard the voice, and seen the
vision, and he is climbing up to Sinai. You must meet him, James.'
That night I met him in the old white house.
"We were in the front parlor of the old house," James Thorold continued,
resetting the scene until his only listener knew that it was more real
to him than the room through which he paced, "when some one said, 'Mr.
Lincoln.' I looked up to see a tall, awkward man standing in the arched
doorway. Other men have said that they had to know Lincoln a long time
to feel his greatness. My shame is the greater that I felt his greatness
on the instant when I met his eyes.
"There was talk of war that night. Lincoln did not join in it, I
remember, although I do not recall what he said. But when he rose to go
I went with him. We walked down the street past dooryards where lilacs
were blooming, keeping together till we crossed the river. There our
ways parted. I told him a little of what Judge Adams had said of him.
He laughed at the praise, waving it away from himself. 'It's a good
thought, though,' he said, 'a great dream for others. But we need more
than the dreaming, my friend. When the time comes, will you be ready?'
"I held out my hand to him in pledge.
"My way home that night took me past the armory where the Zouaves, the
boys whom Ellsworth trained, were drilling. You remember Ellsworth's
story, Peter? He was the first officer to die in the war." The boy
nodded solemnly, and the man went on. "With Abraham Lincoln's voice
ringing in my ears I enlisted.
"Years afterward, when Abraham Lincoln was President, war came. I'd seen
Lincoln often in the years between." James Thorold stopped his restless
pacing and stood at the end of the table away from Peter, leaning over
it slightly, as he seemed to keep up his story with difficulty. "He came
often to Judge Adams's house. There were evenings when the three of us
sat in the parlor with the dusk drifting in from the lake, and spoke of
the future of the nation. Judge Adams thought war inevitable. Abraham
Lincoln thought it could be averted. They both dreaded it. I was young,
and I hoped for it. 'What'll you do, Jim, if war should come?' they
asked me once. 'I'd go as a private,' I told them.
"If the war had come then I should have gone with the first regiment
out. But when the call sounded Ellsworth had gone to New York and the
Zouaves had merged with another regiment. I didn't go with them in the
beginning because I told myself that I wanted to be with the first troop
that went from Illinois to the front. I didn't join until after Lincoln
had sent out his call for volunteers.
"You see," he explained to the silent boy, "I had left Judge Adams's
office and struck out for myself. Chicago was showing me golden
opportunities. Before me, if I stayed, stretched a wide road of
success."
"And you didn't go?" Peter interrupted his father for the first time.
"I thought--" His voice broke.
"I went," James Thorold said. "The regiment, the Nineteenth, was at the
border when Lincoln gave the call. There was a bounty being offered to
join it. I would have gone anyhow, but I thought that I might just as
well take the money. I was giving up so much to go, I reasoned. And so
I took the bounty. The provost marshal gave me the money in the office
right across the square from the old court-house. I put it in the bank
before I started south.
"I left Chicago that night with a great thrill. I was going to fight
for a great cause, for Abraham Lincoln's great dream, for the country
my father had died for in Mexico, that my grandfather had fought for at
Lundy's Lane. I think," he said, "that if I might have gone right down
to the fighting, I'd have stood the test. But when I came to Tennessee
the regiment had gone stale. We waited, and waited. Every day I lost a
little interest. Every day the routine dragged a little harder. I had
time to see what opportunities I had left back here in Chicago. I wasn't
afraid of the fighting. But the sheer hatred of what I came to call the
uselessness of war gnawed at my soul. I kept thinking of the ways in
which I might shape my destiny if only I were free. I kept thinking of
the thousand roads to wealth, to personal success, that Chicago held
for me. One night I took my chance. I slipped past the lines."
"Father!" The boy's voice throbbed with pain. His eyes, dilated with
horror at the realization of the older man's admission, fixed their gaze
accusingly on James Thorold. "You weren't a--a deserter?" He breathed
the word fearfully.
"I was a bounty-jumper."
"Oh!" Peter Thorold's shoulders drooped as if under the force of a vital
blow. Vaguely as he knew the term, the boy knew only too well the burden
of disgrace that it carried. Once, in school, he had heard an old tutor
apply it to some character of history whom he had especially despised.
Again, in a home where he had visited, he had heard another old man use
the phrase in contempt for some local personage who had attempted to
seek public office. Bounty-jumper! Its province expressed to the lad's
mind a layer of the inferno beneath the one reserved for the Benedict
Arnolds and the Aaron Burrs. Vainly he bugled to his own troops of
self-control; but they, too, were deserters in the calamity. He flung
his arms across the table, surrendering to his sobs.
Almost impassively James Thorold watched him, as if he himself had gone
so far back into his thought of the past that he could not bridge the
gap to Peter now. With some thought of crossing the chasm he took up his
tale of dishonor. Punctuated by the boy's sobs it went on.
"I came back to Chicago and drew the money from the bank. I knew I
couldn't go back to the practise of law. I changed my name to Thorold
and started in business as an army contractor. I made money. The money
that's made us rich, the money that's sending me to Forsland"--a
bitterness not in his voice before edged his mention of the
embassy--"came from that bounty that the provost marshal gave me."
He turned his back upon the sobbing boy, walking over to the window
and staring outward upon the April brightness of the noonday ere he
spoke again. "You know of the Nineteenth's record? They were at
Nashville, and they were at Chattanooga after my colonel came back,
dead. I went out of Chicago when his body was brought in. Then Turchin
took command of the brigade. The Nineteenth went into the big fights.
They were at Chickamauga. Benton fell there. He'd been in Judge Adams's
office with me. After I'd come back he'd joined the regiment. The day
the news of Chickamauga came I met Judge Adams on Washington Street.
He knew me. He looked at me as Peter might have looked at Judas."
Slowly Peter Thorold raised his head from his arms, staring at the
man beside the window. James Thorold met his look with sombre sorrow.
"Don't think I've had no punishment," he said. "Remember that I loved
Judge Adams. And I loved Abraham Lincoln."
"Oh, no, no!" The boy's choked utterance came in protest. "If you'd
really cared for them you wouldn't have failed them."
"I have prayed," his father said, "that you may never know the grief of
having failed the men you have loved. There's no heavier woe, Peter."
Again his gaze went from the boy, from the room, from the present. "I
did not see Abraham Lincoln again until he was dead," he said. "They
brought him back and set his bier in the old court-house. The night he
lay there I went in past the guards and looked long upon the face of him
who had been my friend. I saw the sadness and the sorrow, the greatness
and the glory, that life and death had sculptured there. He had dreamed
and he had done. When the time had come he had been ready. I knelt
beside his coffin; and I promised God and Abraham Lincoln that I would,
before I died, make atonement for the faith I had broken."
Peter's sobbing had died down to husky flutterings of breath, but he
kept his face averted from the man at the other side of the table.
"I meant to make some sort of reparation," James Thorold explained,
listlessness falling like twilight on his mood as if the sun had gone
down on his power, "but I was always so busy, so busy. And there seemed
no real occasion for sacrifice. I never sought public office or public
honors till I thought you wanted me to have them, Peter." He turned
directly to the boy, but the boy did not move. "I was so glad of
Forsland--yesterday. Through all these years I have told myself that,
after all, I had done no great wrong. But sometimes, when the bands were
playing and the flags were flying, I knew that I had turned away from
the Grail after I had looked upon it. I knew it to-day when I stood
beside that boy's coffin. I had said that times change. I know now that
only the time changes. The spirit does not die, but it's a stream that
goes underground to come up, a clear spring, in unexpected places. My
father died in Mexico. I failed my country. And Isador Framberg dies
at Vera Cruz."
"For our country," the boy said bitterly.
"And his own," his father added. "For him, for his people, for all these
who walk in darkness Abraham Lincoln died. The gleam of his torch shone
far down their lands. His message brought them here. They have known him
even as I, who walked with him in life, did not know him until to-day.
And they are paying him. That dead boy is their offering to him, their
message that they are the Americans."
Into Peter Thorold's eyes, as he looked upon his father, leaped a flash
of blue fire. Searchingly he stared into the face of the older man as
Galahad might have gazed upon a sorrowing Percival. "You're going to
give up Forsland?" he breathed, touching the paper on the table. "I gave
up Forsland," James Thorold said, "when I saw you at Isador Framberg's
side. I knew that I was not worthy to represent your America--and his."
He held out his hands to Peter longingly. The boy's strong one closed
over them. Peter Thorold, sighting the mansion of his father's soul, saw
that the other man had passed the portals of confession into an empire
of expiation mightier than the Court of St. Jerome.
THE YEARBOOK OF THE AMERICAN SHORT STORY FOR 1914 AND 1915
THE ROLL OF HONOR FOR 1914
BUZZELL, FRANCIS.
Addie Erb and Her Girl Lottie.
CONRAD, JOSEPH.
Laughing Anne.
The Planter of Malata.
DWIGHT, H.G.
The Leopard of the Sea.
FREEMAN, MARY E. WILKINS-.
Daniel and Little Dan'l.
GALSWORTHY, JOHN.
A Simple Tale.
GEROULD, KATHARINE FULLERTON.
The Dominant Strain.
The Toad and the Jewel.
The Tortoise.
The Triple Mirror.
GORDON, ARMISTEAD C.
Maje.
HOPPER, JAMES.
The Night School.
JOHNSTON, CALVIN.
Traitors Both.
LONG, JOHN LUTHER.
The Sandwich-Man.
MORRIS, GOUVERNEUR.
When the Devil Was Better.
POST, MELVILLE DAVISSON.
A Twilight Adventure.
The Doomdorf Mystery.
RICHTER, CONRAD.
Brothers of No Kin.
SINGMASTER, ELSIE.
The Ishmaelite.
SYNON, MARY.
The Bravest Son.
WHARTON, EDITH.
The Triumph of Night.
NOTE.--"The Roll of Honor for 1914" is based on the reading of the eight
periodicals listed on page 288.
[Transcriber's Note: See "INDEX OF SHORT STORIES FOR 1914 AND 1915" for
the page 288 list of periodicals from 1914.]
THE ROLL OF HONOR FOR 1915
ALLEN, FREDERICK LEWIS.
Madame Zaranova.
ANONYMOUS.
Safety in Numbers.
ARCOS, RENÉ.
One Evening--The Meeting.
AUMONIER, STACY.
*The Friends.
BLACKWOOD, ALGERNON.
The Other Wing.
BROWN, ALICE.
The Return of Martha.
BROWN, KATHARINE HOLLAND.
The Old-Fashioned Gift.
BURT, MAXWELL STRUTHERS.
*The Water-Hole.
BUTLER, KATHARINE.
*In No Strange Land.
BYRNE, DONN.
*The Wake.
CANFIELD, DOROTHY.
*Flint and Fire.
CHILD, RICHARD WASHBURN.
Not in the Dispatches.
COBB, IRVIN S.
*Blacker Than Sin.
COLCORD, LINCOLN.
A Life and a Ship.
Rescue at Sea.
COLUM, PADRAIC.
*A Woman of the West.
COMFORT, WILL LEVINGTON.
*Chautonville.
COWDERY, ALICE.
Chains.
DAY, MARY LOUISE.
His Surrender.
DIX, BEULAH MARIE.
*Across the Border.
DUNCAN, NORMAN.
A Nice Little Morsel o' Dog Meat.
DUNNING, HAROLD WOLCOTT.
The Little Captain.
DUNSANY, LORD.
*A Story of Land and Sea.
*The Exiles' Club.
The Three Infernal Jokes.
DWIGGINS, W.A.
*La Dernière Mobilisation.
DWYER, JAMES FRANCIS.
*The Citizen.
EARLE, MARY TRACY.
"The Tropic Bird."
EWERS, HANNS HEINZ.
The Spider.
FINCH, LUCINE.
The Woman Who Waited.
FITCH, ANITA.
Colin McCabe: Renegade.
FORMAN, HENRY JAMES.
The Monk and the Stranger.
FREEMAN, MARY E. WILKINS-.
Emancipation.
GALSWORTHY, JOHN.
*Ultima Thule.
GEROULD, KATHARINE FULLERTON.
Blue Bonnet.
*Martin's Hollow.
*Miss Marriott and the Faun.
*Sea-Green.
The Penalties of Artemis.
GIBBON, PERCEVAL.
*The Town of His Dream.
GREGG, FRANCES.
*Whose Dog--?
HALL, GERTRUDE.
*An Epilogue.
HALL, WILBUR.
The Fiddler of Glory Hole.
HAMPTON, EDGAR LLOYD.
Finsen.
HARRIS, BURT.
The Truth.
HECHT, BEN.
Depths.
Gratitude.
*Life.
HOPPER, JAMES.
Forty Years Hence.
HUGHES, RUPERT.
*Michaeleen! Michaelawn!
Sent For Out.
HURST, FANNIE.
Ever Ever Green.
*Rolling Stock.
*T.B.
JOHNSON, ARTHUR.
*Mr. Eberdeen's House.
JOHNSTON, CALVIN.
Promise Lands.
JORDAN, VIRGIL.
*Vengeance Is Mine!
KAUN, ALEXANDER S.
Gratitude.
KOIZUMI, K.
*Uguisu. (A Japanese Nightingale).
LYON, HARRIS MERTON.
The Son of Santa Claus.
*The Weaver Who Clad the Summer.
McINTYRE, JOHN T.
The Hand of Glory.
MITCHELL, MARY ESTHER.
A New England Pippa.
MUILENBURG, WALTER J.
*Heart of Youth.
*The Prairie.
MYERS, WALTER L.
*Mates.
NICHOLS, WILLIAM T.
The Other Woman.
NOYES, NEWBOLD.
*The End of the Path.
O'BRIEN, SEUMAS.
*The House in the Valley.
*The Whale and the Grasshopper.
O'REILLY, MARY BOYLE.
*In Berlin.
PAINE, GUSTAVUS S.
"Here He Is."
PALMER, VANCE.
The Law of the Dark.
PICKTHALL, MARJORIE L.C.
Stories.
POST, MELVILLE DAVISSON.
The New Administration.
ROBERTSON, MORGAN.
*The Poison Ship.
ROOF, KATHARINE METCALF.
*The Waiting Years.
ROSENBLATT, BENJAMIN.
*Zelig.
SINGMASTER, ELSIE.
*The Survivors.
SMITH, GORDON ARTHUR.
*Jeanne, the Maid.
SNEDDON, ROBERT W.
One Mother.
The Musician.
STEELE, WILBUR DANIEL.
A Matter of Education.
*On Moon Hill.
*Romance.
*The Yellow Cat.
STRINGER, ARTHUR.
*The Ivy and the Tower.
SYNON, MARY.
*The Bounty-Jumper.
WALLACE, EDGAR.
The Greater Battle.
WALPOLE, HUGH.
*The Twisted Inn.
WESTON, GEORGE.
*The Martial Mood of M'sieur.
WHARTON, EDITH.
Coming Home.
WHITE, WILLIAM ALLEN.
*The Gods Arrive.
WINSLOW, HORATIO.
The Wonderful City.
MAGAZINE AVERAGES FOR 1915
_The following table includes the averages of all American magazines
published during 1915 of which complete files for the period covered
were placed at my disposal. One, two, and three asterisks are employed
to indicate relative distinction. "Three-asterisk stories" are of
somewhat permanent literary value._
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MAGAZINES | NO OF | NO OF | PERCENTAGE OF |
| STORIES | DISTINCTIVE | DISTINCTIVE |
| PUBLISHED | STORIES | STORIES |
| | PUBLISHED | PUBLISHED |
| |_______________|________________|
| | * | ** | *** | * | ** | *** |
_________________________|___________|____|____|_____|_____|____|_____|
American Magazine | 53 | 23 | 11 | 3 | 43 | 21 | 6 |
Associated Sunday | | | | | | | |
Magazines | 39 | 9 | 2 | 1 | 24 | 5 | 3 |
(Jan-May See also | | | | | | | |
Every Week) | | | | | | | |
Atlantic Monthly | 24 | 16 | 8 | 2 | 67 | 33 | 8 |
Bellman | 39 | 20 | 11 | 7 | 51 | 28 | 18 |
Black Cat | 108 | 8 | 0 | 0 | 7 | 0 | 0 |
Bruno Chap Books | 7 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 43 | 0 | 0 |
Century Magazine | 53 | 32 | 15 | 7 | 60 | 28 | 13 |
Collier's Weekly | 142 | 46 | 21 | 9 | 32 | 15 | 6 |
Delineator | 30 | 7 | 3 | 1 | 23 | 7 | 3 |
Everybody's Magazine | 46 | 13 | 3 | 1 | 28 | 6 | 2 |
Every Week (See also | 77 | 23 | 2 | 1 | 30 | 3 | 2 |
Associated Sunday | | | | | | | |
Magazines) | | | | | | | |
Forum | 13 | 12 | 6 | 3 | 92 | 46 | 23 |
Good Housekeeping | 42 | 4 | 1 | 1 | 10 | 2 | 2 |
Harper's Bazar | 23 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 26 | 17 | 0 |
Harper's Magazine | 101 | 56 | 28 | 12 | 56 | 28 | 12 |
Harper's Weekly | 25 | 18 | 4 | 0 | 72 | 16 | 0 |
Illustrated Sunday | | | | | | | |
Magazine | 182 | 59 | 27 | 16 | 32 | 15 | 9 |
Or excluding reprints | 169 | 46 | 15 | 5 | 27 | 9 | 3 |
International | 17 | 10 | 5 | 2 | 59 | 29 | 12 |
Ladies' Home Journal | 42 | 8 | 3 | 1 | 19 | 7 | 3 |
Life | 68 | 10 | 0 | 0 | 15 | 0 | 0 |
Lippincott's and | | | | | | | |
McBride's Magazines | 98 | 36 | 6 | 1 | 36 | 6 | 1 |
Little Review | 9 | 9 | 5 | 5 | 100 | 56 | 56 |
McClure's Magazine | 63 | 22 | 9 | 0 | 35 | 14 | 0 |
Masses | 10 | 7 | 3 | 1 | 70 | 30 | 10 |
Metropolitan | 47 | 24 | 7 | 5 | 51 | 15 | 11 |
Midland | 10 | 10 | 7 | 3 | 100 | 70 | 30 |
Munsey's Magazine | 48 | 4 | 1 | 0 | 8 | 2 | 0 |
National Sunday Magazine | 22 | 9 | 5 | 0 | 41 | 23 | 0 |
New Republic | 9 | 7 | 3 | 1 | 78 | 33 | 11 |
Outlook | 9 | 6 | 4 | 1 | 67 | 44 | 11 |
Pictorial Review | 68 | 15 | 4 | 1 | 22 | 6 | 1 |
Saturday Evening Post | 162 | 29 | 12 | 6 | 18 | 7 | 4 |
Scribner's Magazine | 52 | 37 | 24 | 7 | 71 | 46 | 13 |
Smart Set | 242 | 34 | 12 | 3 | 14 | 5 | 1 |
Sunset Magazine | 42 | 13 | 3 | 0 | 31 | 7 | 0 |
Woman's Home Companion | 49 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 8 | 0 | 0 |
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_The following tables indicate the rank, during 1915, by number and
percentage of distinctive stories published, of the eighteen periodicals
coming within the scope of my examination which have published during
the past year over twenty-five stories and which have exceeded an
average of 15% in stories of distinction. The lists exclude reprints._
BY PERCENTAGE OF DISTINCTIVE STORIES
1. Scribner's Magazine 71%
2. Century Magazine 60%
3. Harper's Magazine 56%
4. Metropolitan 51%
5. Bellman 51%
6. American Magazine 43%
7. Lippincott's and McBride's Magazines 36%
8. McClure's Magazine 35%
9. Collier's Weekly 32%
10. Sunset Magazine 31%
11. Every Week 30%
12. Everybody's Magazine 28%
13. Illustrated Sunday Magazine 27%
14. Associated Sunday Magazine 24%
(excluding Every Week)
15. Delineator 23%
16. Pictorial Review 22%
17. Ladies' Home Journal 19%
18. Saturday Evening Post 18%
BY NUMBER OF DISTINCTIVE STORIES
1. Harper's Magazine 56
2. Illustrated Sunday Magazine 46
3. Collier's Weekly 46
4. Scribner's Magazine 37
5. Lippincott's and McBride's Magazines 36
6. Century Magazine 32
7. Saturday Evening Post 29
8. Metropolitan 24
9. American Magazine 23
10. Every Week 23
11. McClure's Magazine 22
12. Bellman 20
13. Pictorial Review 15
14. Sunset Magazine 13
15. Everybody's Magazine 13
16. Associated Sunday Magazine
(excluding Every Week) 9
17. Ladies' Home Journal 8
18. Delineator 7
_The following periodicals have published during 1915 ten or more
"two-asterisk stories." The list excludes reprints._
1. Harper's Magazine 28
2. Scribner's Magazine 24
3. Collier's Weekly 21
4. Illustrated Sunday Magazine 15
5. Century Magazine 15
6. Saturday Evening Post 12
7. Smart Set 12
8. Bellman 11
9. American Magazine 11
_The following periodicals have published during 1915 three or more
"three-asterisk stories." The list excludes reprints._
1. Harper's Magazine 12
2. Collier's Weekly 9
3. Scribner's Magazine 7
4. Century Magazine 7
5. Bellman 7
6. Saturday Evening Post 6
7. Little Review 5
8. Metropolitan 5
9. Illustrated Sunday Magazine 5
10. Midland 3
11. Forum 3
12. American Magazine 3
13. Smart Set 3
_The best short story of the year is "Zelig," by Benjamin Rosenblatt,
published in The Bellman._
_Ties in the above lists have been decided by taking relative rank in
other lists into account._
INDEX OF SHORT STORIES FOR 1914 AND 1915
_All short stones published in the following magazines during 1914 are
listed in this index._
Atlantic Monthly.
Century Magazine.
Collier's Weekly.
Forum.
Harper's Magazine.
Metropolitan Magazine.
Saturday Evening Post.
Scribner's Magazine.
_All short stories published in the following magazines and newspapers
during 1915 are indexed._
American Magazine.
Associated Sunday Magazines.
(_January to May, excluding stories in_ Every Week, _q.v._).
Atlantic Monthly.
Bellman.
Boston Evening Transcript.
Boston Daily Advertiser.
Bruno Chap Books.
Century Magazine.
Collier's Weekly.
Delineator.
Everybody's Magazine.
Every Week.
Fabulist.
Forum.
Harper's Bazar.
Harper's Magazine.
Harper's Weekly.
Illustrated Sunday Magazine.
International.*
Ladies' Home Journal.
Lippincott's Magazine.
Little Review.
McBride's Magazine.
McClure's Magazine.
Masses.
Metropolitan.
Midland.
National Sunday Magazine.
New Republic.
Outlook.
Pictorial Review.
Reedy's Mirror.
Saturday Evening Post.
Scribner's Magazine.
Sunset Magazine.
_Short stories, of distinction only, published in the following
magazines during 1915 are indexed._
Black Cat.
Bruno's Weekly.
Chicago Sunday Tribune.
Cosmopolitan.
Good Housekeeping.
Greenwich Village.
Hearst's Magazine.
Life.
Munsey's Magazine.
Smart Set.
Woman's Home Companion.
_One, two, or three asterisks are prefixed to the titles of stories to
indicate distinction. Three asterisks prefixed to a title indicate the
more or less permanent literary value of a story, and entitle it to a
place on the annual "Roll of Honor."_
_The following abbreviations are used in the index:--_
_Am._ American Magazine
_A.S.M._ Associated Sunday Magazines
_Atl._ Atlantic Monthly
_B.C._ Black Cat
_B.C.B._ Bruno Chap Books
_B.D.A._ Boston Daily Advertiser
_Bel._ Bellman
_B.E.T._ Boston Evening Transcript
_Brun. W._ Bruno's Weekly
_Cen._ Century Magazine
_Ch. Trib._ Chicago Sunday Tribune
_Col._ Collier's Weekly
_Cos._ Cosmopolitan Magazine
_Del._ Delineator
_Ev._ Everybody's Magazine
_E.W._ Every Week
_Fab._ Fabulist
_For._ Forum
_G.H._ Good Housekeeping
_G.V._ Greenwich Village
_Harp. B._ Harper's Bazar
_Harp. M._ Harper's Magazine
_Harp. W._ Harper's Weekly
_Int._ International
_I.S.M._ Illustrated Sunday Magazine
_L.H.J._ Ladies' Home Journal
_Lip._ Lippincott's Magazine
_Lit. R._ Little Review
_McB._ McBride's Magazine
_McC._ McClure's Magazine
_Met._ Metropolitan
_Mid._ Midland
_Mir._ Reedy's Mirror
_Mun._ Munsey's Magazine
_N. Rep._ New Republic
_N.S.M._ National Sunday Magazine
_Outl._ Outlook
_Pict. R._ Pictorial Review
_Scr._ Scribner's Magazine
_S.E.P._ Saturday Evening Post
_S.S._ Smart Set
_Sun._ Sunset Magazine
_W.H.C._ Woman's Home Companion
_'14._ 1914
_'15._ 1915
A
A., 1.
The Broken Wheel. I.S.M. April 4, '15.
ABBOTT, AVERY.
"And They Lived Happily ----." Del. Aug., '15.
*The Powerful Wobberjohn. Mid. Dec., '15.
ABBOTT, ELEANOR HALLOWELL.
Man of My Dreams. Col. Sept. 4, '15.
Tinsel-Toes. Met. Dec., '14.