The Jeffries case suddenly entered into an entirely new phase, and once
more was deemed of sufficient public interest to warrant column after
column of spicy comment in the newspapers. The town awoke one morning to
learn that the long-sought-for witness, the mysterious woman on whose
testimony everything hinged, had not only been found, but proved to be
the prisoner's own wife, who had been so active in his defense. This
announcement was stupefying enough to over-shadow all other news of the
day, and satisfied the most jaded palate for sensationalism.
The first question asked on all sides was: Why had not the wife come
forward before? The reason, as glibly explained by an evening journal of
somewhat yellow proclivities, was logical enough. The telling of her
midnight visit to a single man's rooms involved a shameful admission
which any woman might well hesitate to make unless forced to it as a
last extremity. Confronted, however, with the alternative of either
seeing her husband suffer for a crime of which he was innocent or making
public acknowledgment of her own frailty, she had chosen the latter
course. Naturally, it meant divorce from the banker's son, and
undoubtedly this was the solution most wished for by the family. The
whole unsavory affair conveyed a good lesson to reckless young men of
wealth to avoid entangling themselves in undesirable matrimonial
adventures. But it was no less certain, went on this journalistic
mentor, that this wife, unfaithful as she had proved herself to be, had
really rendered her husband a signal service in his present scrape. The
letter she had produced, written to her by Underwood the day before his
death, in which he stated his determination to kill himself, was, of
course, a complete vindication for the man awaiting trial. His
liberation now depended only on how quickly the ponderous machinery of
the law could take cognizance of this new and most important evidence.
The new turn of affairs was naturally most distasteful to the police. If
there was one thing more than another which angered Captain Clinton it
was to take the trouble to build up a case only to have it suddenly
demolished. He scoffed at the "suicide letter," safely committed to
Judge Brewster's custody, and openly branded it as a forgery concocted
by an immoral woman for the purpose of defeating the ends of justice. He
kept Annie a prisoner and defied the counsel for the defence to do their
worst. Judge Brewster, who loved the fray, accepted the challenge. He
acted promptly. He secured Annie's release on _habeas corpus_
proceedings and, his civil suit against the city having already begun in
the courts, he suddenly called Captain Clinton to the stand and gave him
a grilling which more than atoned for any which the police tyrant had
previously made his victims suffer. In the limelight of a sensational
trial, in which public servants were charged with abusing positions of
trust, he showed Captain Clinton up as a bully and a grafter, a
bribe-taker, working hand and glove with dishonest politicians, not
hesitating even to divide loot with thieves and dive-keepers in his
greed for wealth. He proved him to be a consummate liar, a man who would
stop at nothing to gain his own ends. What jury would take the word of
such a man as this? Yet this was the man who still insisted that Howard
Jeffries was guilty of the shooting of Robert Underwood!
But public opinion was too intelligent to be hoodwinked for any length
of time by a brutal and ignorant policeman. There was a clamor for the
prisoner's release. The evidence was such that further delay was
inexcusable. The district attorney, thus urged, took an active interest
in the case, and after going over the new evidence with Judge Brewster,
went before the court and made formal application for the dismissal of
the complaint. A few days later Howard Jeffries left the Tombs amid the
cheers of a crowd assembled outside. At his side walked his wife, now
smiling through tears of joy.
It was a glad home-coming to the little flat in Harlem. To Howard, after
spending so long a time in the narrow prison quarters, it seemed like
paradise, and Annie walked on air, so delighted was she to have him with
her again. Yet there were still anxieties to cloud their happiness. The
close confinement, with its attendant worry, had seriously undermined
Howard's health. He was pale and attenuated, and so weak that he had
several fainting spells. Much alarmed, Annie summoned Dr. Bernstein,
who administered a tonic. There was nothing to cause anxiety, he said
reassuringly. It was a natural reaction after what her husband had
undergone. But it was worry as much as anything else. Howard worried
about his father, with whom he was only partially reconciled; he worried
about his future, which was as precarious as ever, and most of all he
worried about his wife. He was not ignorant of the circumstances which
had brought about his release, and while liberty was sweet to him, it
had been a terrible shock when he first heard that she was the woman who
had visited Underwood's rooms. He refused to believe her sworn evidence.
How was it possible? Why should she go to Underwood's rooms knowing he
was there? It was preposterous. Still the small voice rang in his
ears--perhaps she's untrue! It haunted him till one day he asked
point-blank for an explanation. Then she told that she had perjured
herself. She was not the woman. Who she really was she could not say. He
must be satisfied for the present with the assurance that it was not his
wife. With that he was content. What did he care for the opinion of
others? He knew--that was enough! In their conversation on the subject
Annie did not even mention Alicia's name. Why should she?
Weeks passed, and Howard's health did not improve. He had tried to find
a position, but without success, yet every day brought its obligations
which had to be met. One morning Annie was bustling about their tiny
dining room preparing the table for their frugal luncheon. She had just
placed the rolls and butter on the table, and arranged the chairs, when
there came a ring at the front doorbell. Early visitors were not so
unfrequent as to cause surprise, so, without waiting to remove her
apron, she went to the door and opened it. Dr. Bernstein entered.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jeffries," he said cheerily. Putting down his
medical bag, he asked: "How is our patient this morning?"
"All right, doctor. He had a splendid night's rest. I'll call him."
"Never mind, I want to talk to you." Seriously, he went on: "Mrs.
Jeffries, your husband needs a change of scene. He's worrying. That
fainting spell the other day was only a symptom. I'm afraid he'll break
down unless----"
"Unless what?" she demanded anxiously.
He hesitated for a moment, as if unwilling to give utterance to words he
knew must inflict pain. Then quickly he continued:
"Your husband is under a great mental strain. His inability to support
you, his banishment from his proper sphere in the social world is mental
torture to him. He feels his position keenly. There is nothing else to
occupy his mind but thoughts of his utter and complete failure in life.
I was talking to his father last night, and----"
"And what?" she demanded, drawing herself up. She suspected what was
coming, and nerved herself to meet it.
"Now, don't regard me as an enemy," said the doctor in a conciliatory
tone. "Mr. Jeffries inquired after his son. Believe me, he's very
anxious. He knows he did the boy a great injustice, and he wants to make
up for it."
"Oh, he does?" she exclaimed sarcastically.
Dr. Bernstein hesitated for a moment before replying. Then he said
lightly:
"Suppose Howard goes abroad for a few months with his father and
mother?"
"Is that the proposition?" she demanded.
The doctor nodded.
"I believe Mr. Jeffries has already spoken about it to his son," he
said.
Annie choked back a sob and, crossing the room to conceal her emotion,
stood with her back turned, looking out of the window. Her voice was
trembling as she said:
"He wants to separate us, I know. He'd give half his fortune to do it.
Perhaps he's not altogether wrong. Things do look pretty black for me,
don't they? Everybody believes that my going to see Underwood that night
had something to do with his suicide and led to my husband being falsely
accused. The police built up a fine romance about Mr. Underwood and
me--and the newspapers! Every other day a reporter comes and asks us
when the divorce is going to take place--and who is going to institute
the proceedings, Howard or me. If everybody would only mind their own
business and let us alone he might forget. Oh, I don't mean you, doctor.
You're my friend. You made short work of Captain Clinton and his
'confession.' I mean people--outsiders--strangers--who don't know us,
and don't care whether we're alive or dead; those are the people I
mean. They buy a one-cent paper and they think it gives them the right
to pry into every detail of our lives." She paused for a moment, and
then went, on: "So you think Howard is worrying? I think so, too. At
first I thought it was because of the letter Mr. Underwood wrote me, but
I guess it's what you say. His old friends won't have anything to do
with him and--he's lonely. Well, I'll talk it over with him----"
"Yes--talk it over with him."
"Did you promise his father you'd ask me?" she demanded.
"No--not exactly," he replied hesitatingly.
Annie looked at him frankly.
"Howard's a pretty good fellow to stand by me in the face of all that's
being said about my character, isn't he, doctor? And I'm not going to
stand in his light, even if it doesn't exactly make me the happiest
woman in the world, but don't let it trickle into your mind that I'm
doing it for his father's sake."
At that moment Howard entered from the inner room. He was surprised to
see Dr. Bernstein.
"How do you feel to-day?" asked the doctor.
"First rate! Oh, I'm all right. You see, I'm just going to eat a bite.
Won't you join us?"
He sat down at the table and picked up the newspaper, while Annie busied
herself with carrying in the dishes.
"No, thank you," laughed the doctor. "It's too early for me. I've only
just had breakfast. I dropped in to see how you were." Taking up his
bag, he said: "Good-by! Don't get up. I can let myself out."
But Annie had already opened the door for him, and smiled a farewell.
When she returned to her seat at the head of the table, and began to
pour out the coffee, Howard said:
"He's a pretty decent fellow, isn't he?"
"Yes," she replied absent-mindedly, as she passed a cup of coffee.
"He made a monkey of Captain Clinton all right," went on Howard. "What
did he come for?"
"To see you--of course," she replied.
"Oh, I'm all right now," he replied. Looking anxiously at his wife
across the table, he said: "You're the one that needs tuning up. I heard
you crying last night. You thought I was asleep, but I wasn't. I didn't
say anything because--well--I felt kind of blue myself."
Annie sighed and leaned her head on her hand. Wearily she said:
"I was thinking over all what we've been through together, and what
they're saying about us----"
Howard threw down his newspaper impatiently.
"Let them say what they like. Why should we care as long as we're
happy?"
His wife smiled sadly.
"Are we happy?" she asked gently.
"Of course we are," replied Howard.
She looked up and smiled. It was good to hear him say so, but did he
mean it? Was she doing right to stand in the way of his career? Would he
not be happier if she left him? He was too loyal to suggest it, but
perhaps in his heart he desired it. Looking at him tenderly, she went
on:
"I don't question your affection for me, Howard. I believe you love me,
but I'm afraid that, sooner or later, you'll ask yourself the question
all your friends are asking now, the question everybody seems to be
asking."
"What question?" demanded Howard.
"Yesterday the bell rang and a gentleman said he wanted to see you. I
told him you were out, and he said I'd do just as well. He handed me a
card. On it was the name of the newspaper he represented."
"Well?"
"He asked me if it were true that proceedings for a divorce were about
to be instituted. If so, when? And could I give him any information on
the subject? I asked him who wanted the information, and he said the
readers of his paper--the people--I believe he said over a million of
them. Just think, Howard! Over a million people, not counting your
father, your friends and relations, all waiting to know why you don't
get rid of me, why you don't believe me to be as bad as they think I
am----"
Howard raised his hand for her to desist.
"Annie--please!" he pleaded.
"That's the fact, isn't it?" she laughed.
"No."
His wife's head dropped on the table. She was crying now.
"I've made a hard fight, Howard," she sobbed, "but I'm going to give up.
I'm through--I'm through!"
Howard took hold of her hand and carried it to his lips.
"Annie, old girl," he said with some feeling, "I may be weak, I may be
blind, but nobody on top of God's green earth can tell me that you're
not the squarest, straightest little woman that ever lived! I don't care
a damn what one million or eighty million think. Supposing you had
received letters from Underwood, supposing you had gone to his rooms to
beg him not to kill himself--what of it? It would be for a good motive,
wouldn't it? Let them talk all the bad of you they want. I don't believe
a word of it--you know I don't."
She looked up and smiled through her tears.
"You're so good, dear," she exclaimed. "Yes, I know you believe in me."
She stopped and continued sadly: "But you're only a boy, you know. What
of the future, the years to come?" Howard's face became serious, and she
went on: "You see you've thought about it, too, and you're trying to
hide it from me. But you can't. Your father wants you to go abroad with
the family."
"Well?"
He waited and looked at her curiously as if wondering what her answer
would be. He waited some time, and then slowly she said:
"I think--you had better go!"
"You don't mean that!" he exclaimed, in genuine surprise.
She shook her head affirmatively.
"Yes, I do," she said; "your father wants you to take your position in
the world, the position you are entitled to, the position your
association with me prevents you from taking----"
Howard drummed his fingers on the tablecloth and looked out of the
window. It seemed to her that his voice no longer had the same candid
ring as he replied:
"Yes, father has spoken to me about it. He wants to be friends, and
I----" He paused awkwardly, and then added: "I admit I've--I've promised
to consider it, but----"
Annie finished his sentence for him:
"You're going to accept his offer, Howard. You owe it to yourself, to
your family, and to----" She laughed as she added: "I was going to say
to a million anxious readers."
Howard looked at her curiously. He did not know if she were jesting or
in earnest. Almost impatiently he exclaimed:
"Why do you talk in this way against your own interests? You know I'd
like to be friendly with my family, and all that. But it wouldn't be
fair to you."
"I'm not talking against myself, Howard. I want you to be happy, and
you're not happy. You can't be happy under these conditions. Now be
honest with me--can you?"
"Can you?" he demanded.
"No," she answered frankly, "not unless you are." Slowly, she went on:
"Whatever happiness I've had in life I owe to you, and God knows you've
had nothing but trouble from me. I did wrong to marry you, and I'm
willing to pay the penalty. I've evened matters up with your family; now
let me try and square up with you."
"Evened up matters with my family?" he exclaimed in surprise. "What do
you mean?"
With a smile she replied ambiguously:
"Oh, that's a little private matter of my own!" He stared at her, unable
to comprehend, and she went on gravely: "Howard, you must do what's best
for yourself. I'll pack your things. You can go when you please----"
He stared gloomily out of the window without replying. After all, he
thought to himself, it was perhaps for the best. Shackled as he was now,
he would never be able to accomplish anything. If they separated, his
father would take him at once into his business. Life would begin for
him all over again. It would be better for her, too. Of course, he would
never forget her. He would provide for her comfort. His father would
help him arrange for that. Lighting a cigarette, he said carelessly:
"Well--perhaps you're right. Maybe a little trip through Europe won't do
me any harm."
"Of course not," she said simply.
Busy with an obstinate match, he did not hear the sigh that accompanied
her words or see the look of agony that crossed her face.
"But what are you going to do?" he inquired after a silence.
With an effort, she controlled her voice. Not for all the world would
she betray the fact that her heart was breaking. With affected
indifference, she replied:
"Oh, I shall be all right. I shall go and live somewhere in the country
for a few months. I'm tired of the city."
"So am I," he rejoined, with a gesture of disgust. "But I hate like the
deuce to leave you alone."
"That's nothing," she said hastily. "A trip abroad is just what you
need." Looking up at him, she added: "Your face has brightened up
already!"
He stared at her, unable to understand.
"I wish you could go with me."
She smiled.
"Your father's society doesn't make quite such an appeal to me as it
does to you." Carelessly, she added: "Where are you going--Paris or
London?"
He sent a thick cloud of smoke curling to the ceiling. A European trip
was something he had long looked forward to.
"London--Vienna--Paris," he replied gayly. With a laugh, he went on:
"No, I think I'll cut out Paris. I'm a married man. I mustn't forget
that!"
Annie looked up at him quickly.
"You've forgotten it already," she said quietly. There was reproach in
her voice as she continued: "Ah, Howard, you're such a boy! A little
pleasure trip and the past is forgotten!"
A look of perplexity came over his face. Being only a man, he did not
grasp quickly the finer shades of her meaning. With some irritation, he
demanded:
"Didn't you say you wanted me to go and forget?"
She nodded.
"Yes, I do, Howard. You've made me happy. I want you to be happy."
He looked puzzled.
"You say you love me?" he said, "and yet you're happy because I'm going
away. I don't follow that line of reasoning."
"It isn't reason," she said with a smile, "it's what I feel. I guess a
man wants to have what he loves and a woman is satisfied to love just
what she wants. Anyway, I'm glad. I'm glad you're going. Go and tell
your father."
Taking his hat, he said:
"I'll telephone him."
"Yes, that's right," she replied.
"Where's my cane?" he asked, looking round the room.
She found it for him, and as he opened the door, she said:
"Don't be long, will you?"
He laughed.
"I'll come right back. By George!" he exclaimed, "I feel quite excited
at the prospect of this trip!" Regarding her fondly, he went on: "It's
awfully good of you, old girl, to let me go. I don't think there are
many women like you."
Annie averted her head.
"Now, don't spoil me," she said, lifting the tray as if about to go into
the kitchen.
"Wait till I kiss you good-by," he said effusively.
Taking the tray from her, he placed it on the table, and folding her in
his arms, he pressed his lips to hers.
"Good-by," he murmured; "I won't be long."
As soon as he disappeared she gave way completely, and sinking into a
chair, leaned her head on the table and sobbed as if her heart would
break. This, then, was the end! He would go away and soon forget her.
She would never see him again! But what was the use of crying? It was
the way of the world. She couldn't blame him. He loved her--she was sure
of that. But the call of his family and friends was too strong to
resist. Alternately laughing and crying hysterically, she picked up the
tray, and carrying it into the kitchen began washing the dishes.
Suddenly there was a ring at the bell. Hastily putting on a clean apron,
she opened the door. Judge Brewster stood smiling on the threshold.
Annie uttered a cry of pleasure. Greeting the old lawyer affectionately,
she invited him in. As he entered, he looked questioningly at her red
eyes, but made no remark.
"I'm delighted to see you, judge," she stammered.
As he took a seat in the little parlor, he said:
"Your husband passed me on the stairs and didn't know me."
"The passage is so dark!" she explained apologetically.
He looked at her for a moment without speaking, and for a moment there
was an awkward pause. Then he said:
"When does Howard leave you?"
Annie started in surprise.
"How do you know that?" she exclaimed.
"We lawyers know everything," he smiled. Gravely he went on: "His
father's attorneys have asked me for all the evidence I have. They want
to use it against you. The idea is that he shall go abroad with his
father, and that proceedings will be begun during his absence."
"Howard knows nothing about it," said Annie confidently.
"Are you sure?" demanded the lawyer skeptically.
"Quite sure," she answered positively.
"But he is going away?" persisted the judge.
"Yes, I want him to go--I am sending him away," she replied.
The lawyer was silent. He sat and looked at her as if trying to read her
thoughts. Then quietly he said:
"Do you know they intend to make Robert Underwood the ground for the
application for divorce, and to use your own perjured testimony as a
weapon against you? You see what a lie leads to. There's no end to it,
and you are compelled to go on lying to support the original lie, and
that's precisely what I won't permit."
Annie nodded acquiescence.
"I knew you were going to scold me," she smiled.
"Scold you?" he said kindly. "No--it's myself I'm scolding. You did what
you thought was right, and I allowed you to do what I knew was wrong."
"You made two miserable women happy," she said quietly.
The lawyer tried to suppress a smile.
"I try to excuse myself on that ground," he said, "but it won't work. I
violated my oath as a lawyer, my integrity as a man, my honor, my
self-respect, all upset, all gone. I've been a very unpleasant companion
for myself lately." Rising impatiently, he strode up and down the room.
Then turning on her, he said angrily: "But I'll have no more lies.
That's what brings me here this morning. The first move they make
against you and I'll tell the whole truth!"
Annie gazed pensively out of the window without making reply.
"Did you hear?" he said, raising his voice. "I shall let the world know
that you sacrificed yourself for that woman."
She turned and shook her head.
"No, judge," she said, "I do not wish it. If they do succeed in
influencing Howard to bring a suit against me I shall not defend it."
Judge Brewster was not a patient man, and if there was anything that
angered him it was rank injustice. He had no patience with this young
woman who allowed herself to be trampled on in this outrageous way. Yet
he could not be angry with her. She had qualities which compelled his
admiration and respect, and not the least of these was her willingness
to shield others at her own expense.
"Perhaps not," he retorted, "but I will. It's unjust, it's unrighteous,
it's impossible!"
"But you don't understand," she said gently; "I am to blame."
"You're too ready to blame yourself," he said testily.
Annie went up to him and laid her hand affectionately on his shoulder.
With tears in her eyes, she said:
"Let me tell you something, judge. His father was right when he said I
took advantage of him. I did. I saw that he was sentimental and
self-willed, and all that. I started out to attract him. I was tired of
the life I was living, the hard work, the loneliness, and all the rest
of it, and I made up my mind to catch him if I could. I didn't think it
was wrong then, but I do now. Besides," she went on, "I'm older than he
is--five years older. He thinks I'm three years younger, and that he's
protecting me from the world. I took advantage of his ignorance of
life."
Judge Brewster shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"If boys of twenty-five are not men they never will be." Looking down at
her kindly, he went on: "'Pon my word! if I was twenty-five, I'd let
this divorce go through and marry you myself."
"Oh, judge!"
That's all she could say, but there was gratitude in the girl's eyes.
These were the first kind words any one had yet spoken to her. It was
nice to know that some one saw some good in her. She was trying to think
of something to say, when suddenly there was the click of a key being
inserted in a Yale lock. The front door opened, and Howard appeared.
"Well, judge!" he exclaimed, "this is a surprise!"
The lawyer looked at him gravely.
"How do you do, young man?" he said. Quizzingly he added: "You look very
pleased with yourself!"
"This is the first opportunity I've had to thank you for your kindness,"
said Howard cordially.
"You can thank your wife, my boy, not me!" Changing the topic, he said:
"So you're going abroad, eh?"
"Yes, did Annie tell you? It's only for a few months."
The lawyer frowned. Tapping the floor impatiently with his cane, he
said:
"Why are you going away?"
Taken aback at the question, Howard stammered:
"Because--because----"
"Because I want him to go," interrupted Annie quickly.
The lawyer shook his head, and looking steadily at Howard, he said
sternly:
"I'll tell you, Howard, my boy. You're going to escape from the
scandalmongers and the gossiping busy-bodies. Forgive me for speaking
plainly, but you're going away because your wife's conduct is a topic of
conversation among your friends----"
Howard interrupted him.
"You're mistaken, judge; I don't care a hang what people say----"
"Then why do you leave her here to fight the battle alone?" demanded the
judge angrily.
Annie advanced, and raised her hand deprecatingly. Howard looked at her
as if now for the first time he realized the truth.
"To fight the battle alone?" he echoed.
"Yes," said the judge, "you are giving the world a weapon with which to
strike at your wife!"
Howard was silent. The lawyer's words had struck home. Slowly he said:
"I never thought of that. You're right! I wanted to get away from it
all. Father offered me the chance and Annie told me to go----"
Annie turned to the judge.
"Please, judge," she said, "don't say any more." Addressing her husband,
she went on: "He didn't mean what he said, Howard."
Howard hung his head.
"He's quite right, Annie," he said shamefacedly. "I never should have
consented to go; I was wrong."
Judge Brewster advanced and patted him kindly on the back.
"Good boy!" he said. "Now, Mrs. Jeffries, I'll tell your husband the
truth."
"No!" she cried.
"Then I'll tell him without your permission," he retorted. Turning to
the young man, he went on: "Howard, your wife is an angel! She's too
good a woman for this world. She has not hesitated to sacrifice her good
name, her happiness to shield another woman. And that woman--the woman
who called at Underwood's room that night--was Mrs. Jeffries, your
stepmother!"
Howard started back in amazement.
"It's true, then, I did recognize her voice!" he cried.
Turning to his wife, he said: "Oh, Annie, why didn't you tell me? You
saved my stepmother from disgrace, you spared my father! Oh, that was
noble of you!" In a low tone he whispered: "Don't send me away from
you, Annie! Let me stay and prove that I'm worthy of you!"
To the young wife it all seemed like a dream, almost too good to be
real. The dark, troubled days were ended. A long life, bright with its
promise of happiness, was before them.
"But what of the future, Howard?" she demanded gently.
Judge Brewster answered the question.
"I've thought of that," he said. "Howard, will you come into my office
and study law? You can show your father what you can do with a good wife
to second your efforts."
Howard grasped his outstretched hand.
"Thanks, judge, I accept," he replied heartily.
Turning to his wife, he took her in his arms. Her head fell on his
shoulder. Looking up at him shyly and smiling through her tears, she
murmured softly:
"I am happy now--at last!"
THE END.
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These stories are exquisite in their refinement, and yet robust in
their appreciation of some of the rougher phases of woodcraft.
"This is a book full of delight. An additional charm lies in Mr.
Bull's faithful and graphic illustrations, which in fashion all
their own tell the story of the wild life, illuminating and
supplementing the pen pictures of the authors."--_Literary Digest._
RED FOX. The Story of His Adventurous Career in the Ringwaak Wilds, and
His Triumphs over the Enemies of His Kind. With 50 illustrations,
including frontispiece in color and cover design by Charles Livingston
Bull.
A brilliant chapter in natural history. Infinitely more wholesome
reading than the average tale of sport, since it gives a glimpse of
the hunt from the point of view of the hunted. "True in substance
but fascinating as fiction. It will interest old and young,
city-bound and free-footed, those who know animals and those who do
not."--_Chicago Record-Herald._
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NEDRA, by George Barr McCutcheon, with color frontispiece, and other
illustrations by Harrison Fisher.
The story of an elopement of a young couple from Chicago, who decide to
go to London, travelling as brother and sister. Their difficulties
commence in New York and become greatly exaggerated when they are
shipwrecked in mid-ocean. The hero finds himself stranded on the island
of Nedra with another girl, whom he has rescued by mistake. The story
gives an account of their finding some of the other passengers, and the
circumstances which resulted from the strange mix-up.
POWER LOT, by Sarah P. McLean Greene. Illustrated.
The story of the reformation of a man and his restoration to
self-respect through the power of honest labor, the exercise of honest
independence, and the aid of clean, healthy, out-of-door life and
surroundings. The characters take hold of the heart and win sympathy.
The dear old story has never been more lovingly and artistically told.
MY MAMIE ROSE. The History of My Regeneration, by Owen Kildare.
Illustrated.
This _autobiography_ is a powerful book of love and sociology. Reads
like the strangest fiction. Is the strongest truth and deals with the
story of a man's redemption through a woman's love and devotion.
JOHN BURT, by Frederick Upham Adams, with illustrations.
John Burt, a New England lad, goes West to seek his fortune and finds it
in gold mining. He becomes one of the financial factors and pitilessly
crushes his enemies. The story of the Stock Exchange manipulations was
never more vividly and engrossingly told. A love story runs through the
book, and is handled with infinite skill.
THE HEART LINE, by Gelett Burgess, with halftone illustrations by Lester
Ralph, and inlay cover in colors.
A great dramatic story of the city that was. A story of Bohemian life in
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CAROLINA LEE. By Lillian Bell. With frontispiece by Dora Wheeler Keith.
Carolina Lee is the Uncle Tom's Cabin of Christian Science. Its keynote
is "Divine Love" in the understanding of the knowledge of all good
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wrong changed to right, poverty of purse and spirit turned into riches,
lovers made worthy of each other and happily united, including Carolina
Lee and her affinity, it is borne upon the reader that he has been
giving rapid attention to a free lecture on Christian Science; that the
working out of each character is an argument for "Faith;" and that the
theory is persuasively attractive.
A Christian Science novel that will bring delight to the heart of every
believer in that faith. It is a well told story, entertaining, and
cleverly mingles art, humor and sentiment.
HILMA, by William Tillinghast Eldridge, with illustrations by Harrison
Fisher and Martin Justice, and inlay cover.
It is a rattling good tale, written with charm, and full of remarkable
happenings, dangerous doings, strange events, jealous intrigues and
sweet love making. The reader's interest is not permitted to lag, but is
taken up and carried on from incident to incident with ingenuity and
contagious enthusiasm. The story gives us the _Graustark_ and _The
Prisoner of Zenda_ thrill, but the tale is treated with freshness,
ingenuity, and enthusiasm, and the climax is both unique and satisfying.
It will hold the fiction lover close to every page.
THE MYSTERY OF THE FOUR FINGERS, by Fred M. White, with halftone
illustrations by Will Grefe.
A fabulously rich gold mine in Mexico is known by the picturesque and
mysterious name of _The Four Fingers_. It originally belonged to an
Aztec tribe, and its location is known to one surviving descendant--a
man possessing wonderful occult power. Should any person unlawfully
discover its whereabouts, four of his fingers are mysteriously removed,
and one by one returned to him. The appearance of the final fourth
betokens his swift and violent death.
Surprises, strange and startling, are concealed in every chapter of this
completely engrossing detective story. The horrible fascination of the
tragedy holds one in rapt attention to the end. And through it runs the
thread of a curious love story.
THE CATTLE BARON'S DAUGHTER. A Novel. By Harold Bindloss. With
illustrations by David Ericson.
A story of the fight for the cattle-ranges of the West. Intense interest
is aroused by its pictures of life in the cattle country at that
critical moment of transition when the great tracts of land used for
grazing were taken up by the incoming homesteaders, with the inevitable
result of fierce contest, of passionate emotion on both sides, and of
final triumph of the inevitable tendency of the times.
WINSTON OF THE PRAIRIE. With illustrations in color by W. Herbert
Dunton.
A man of upright character, young and clean, but badly worsted in the
battle of life, consents as a desperate resort to impersonate for a
period a man of his own age--scoundrelly in character but of an
aristocratic and moneyed family. The better man finds himself barred
from resuming his old name. How, coming into the other man's
possessions, he wins the respect of all men, and the love of a
fastidious, delicately nurtured girl, is the thread upon which the story
hangs. It is one of the best novels of the West that has appeared for
years.
THAT MAINWARING AFFAIR. By A. Maynard Barbour. With illustrations by E.
Plaisted Abbott.
A novel with a most intricate and carefully unraveled plot. A naturally
probable and excellently developed story and the reader will follow the
fortunes of each character with unabating interest * * * the interest is
keen at the close of the first chapter and increases to the end.
AT THE TIME APPOINTED. With a frontispiece in colors by J. H. Marchand.
The fortunes of a young mining engineer who through an accident loses
his memory and identity. In his new character and under his new name,
the hero lives a new life of struggle and adventure. The volume will be
found highly entertaining by those who appreciate a thoroughly good
story.
THE CIRCULAR STAIRCASE, By Mary Roberts Reinhart With illustrations by
Lester Ralph.
In an extended notice the _New York Sun_ says: "To readers who care for
a really good detective story 'The Circular Staircase' can be
recommended without reservation." The _Philadelphia Record_ declares that
"The Circular Staircase" deserves the laurels for thrills, for weirdness
and things unexplained and inexplicable.
THE RED YEAR, By Louis Tracy
"Mr. Tracy gives by far the most realistic and impressive pictures of
the horrors and heroisms of the Indian Mutiny that has been available in
any book of the kind * * * There has not been in modern times in the
history of any land scenes so fearful, so picturesque, so dramatic, and
Mr. Tracy draws them as with the pencil of a Verestschagin of the pen of
a Sienkiewics."
ARMS AND THE WOMAN, By Harold MacGrath With inlay cover in colors by
Harrison Fisher.
The story is a blending of the romance and adventure of the middle ages
with nineteenth century men and women; and they are creations of flesh
and blood, and not mere pictures of past centuries. The story is about
Jack Winthrop, a newspaper man. Mr. MacGrath's finest bit of character
drawing is seen in Hillars, the broken down newspaper man, and Jack's
chum.
LOVE IS THE SUM OF IT ALL, By Geo. Cary Eggleston With illustrations by
Hermann Heyer.
In this "plantation romance" Mr. Eggleston has resumed the manner and
method that made his "Dorothy South" one of the most famous books of its
time.
There are three tender love stories embodied in it, and two unusually
interesting heroines, utterly unlike each other, but each possessed of a
peculiar fascination which wins and holds the reader's sympathy. A
pleasing vein of gentle humor runs through the work, but the "sum of it
all" is an intensely sympathetic love story.
HEARTS AND THE CROSS, By Harold Morton Cramer With illustrations by
Harold Matthews Brett.
The hero is an unconventional preacher who follows the line of the Man
of Galilee, associating with the lowly, and working for them in the ways
that may best serve them. He is not recognized at his real value except
by the one woman who saw clearly. Their love story is one of the
refreshing things in recent fiction.
SIX-CYLINDER COURTSHIP, By Edw. Salisbury Field
With a color frontispiece by Harrison Fisher, and illustrations by
Clarence F. Underwood, decorated pages and end sheets. Harrison Fisher
head in colors on cover. Boxed.
A story of cleverness. It is a jolly good romance of love at first sight
that will be read with undoubted pleasure. Automobiling figures in the
story which is told with light, bright touches, while a happy gift of
humor permeates it all.
"The book is full of interesting folks. The patois of the garage is used
with full comic and realistic effect, and effervescently, culminating in
the usual happy finish."--_St. Louis Mirror._
AT THE FOOT OF THE RAINBOW, By Gene Stratton-Porter Author of "FRECKLES"
With illustrations in color by Oliver Kemp, decorations by Ralph
Fletcher Seymour and inlay cover in colors.
The story is one of devoted friendship, and tender self-sacrificing
love; the friendship that gives freely without return, and the love that
seeks first the happiness of the object. The novel is brimful of the
most beautiful word painting of nature and its pathos and tender
sentiment will endear it to all.
JUDITH OF THE CUMBERLANDS, By Alice MacGowan
With illustrations in colors, and inlay cover by George Wright.
No one can fail to enjoy this moving tale with its lovely and ardent
heroine, its frank, fearless hero, its glowing love passages, and its
variety of characters, captivating or engaging humorous or saturnine,
villains, rascals, and men of good will. A tale strong and interesting
in plot, faithful and vivid as a picture of wild mountain life, and in
its characterization full of warmth and glow.
A MILLION A MINUTE, By Hudson Douglas.
With illustrations by Will Grefe.
Has the catchiest of titles, and it is a ripping good tale from Chapter
I to Finis--no weighty problems to be solved, but just a fine running
story, full of exciting incidents, that never seemed strained or
improbable. It is a dainty love yarn involving three men and a girl.
There is not a dull or trite situation in the book.
CONJUROR'S HOUSE, By Stewart Edward White Dramatized under the title of
"THE CALL OF THE NORTH."
Illustrated from Photographs of Scenes from the Play.
_Conjuror's House_ is a Hudson Bay trading port where the Fur Trading
Company tolerated no rivalry. Trespassers were sentenced to "La Longue
Traverse"--which meant official death. How Ned Trent entered the
territory, took _la longue traverse_, and the journey down the river of
life with the factor's only daughter is admirably told. It is a warm,
vivid, and dramatic story, and depicts the tenderness and mystery of a
woman's heart.
ARIZONA NIGHTS, By Stewart Edward White.
With illustrations by N. C. Wyeth, and beautiful inlay cover.
A series of spirited tales emphasizing some phase of the life of the
ranch, plains and desert, and all, taken together, forming a single
sharply-cut picture of life in the far Southwest. All the tonic of the
West is in this masterpiece of Stewart Edward White.
THE MYSTERY, By Stewart Edward White and Samuel Hopkins Adams
With illustrations by Will Crawford.
For breathless interest, concentrated excitement and extraordinarily
good story telling on all counts, no more completely satisfying romance
has appeared for years. It has been voted the best story of its kind
since _Treasure Island_.
LIGHT-FINGERED GENTRY. By David Graham Phillips
With illustrations.
Mr. Phillips has chosen the inside workings of the great insurance
companies as his field of battle; the salons of the great Fifth Avenue
mansions as the antechambers of his field of intrigue: and the two
things which every natural, big man desires, love and success, as the
goal of his leading character. The book is full of practical philosophy,
which makes it worth careful reading.
THE SECOND GENERATION, By David Graham Phillips
With illustrations by Fletcher C. Ramson, and inlay cover.
"It is a story that proves how, in some cases, the greatest harm a rich
man may do his children, is to leave them his money. A strong, wholsome
story of contemporary American life--thoughtful, well-conceived and
admirably written; forceful, sincere, and true; and intensely
interesting."--_Boston Herald._
NEW CHRONICLES OF REBECCA, By Kate Douglas Wiggin With illustrations by
F. C. Yohn
Additional episodes in the girlhood of the delightful little heroine at
Riverboro which were not included in the story of "Rebecca of Sunnybrook
Farm," and they are as characteristic and delightful as any part of that
famous story. Rebecca is as distinct a creation in the second volume as
in the first.
THE SILVER BUTTERFLY, By Mrs. Wilson Woodrow
With illustrations in colors by Howard Chandler Christy.
A story of love and mystery, full of color, charm, and vivacity, dealing
with a South American mine, rich beyond dreams, and of a New York
maiden, beyond dreams beautiful--both known as the Silver Butterfly.
Well named is _The Silver Butterfly_! There could not be a better symbol
of the darting swiftness, the eager love plot, the elusive mystery and
the flashing wit.
BEATRIX OF CLARE, By John Reed Scott
With illustrations by Clarence F. Underwood.
A spirited and irresistibly attractive historical romance of the
fifteenth century, boldly conceived and skilfully carried out. In the
hero and heroine Mr. Scott has created a pair whose mingled emotions and
alternating hopes and fears will find a welcome in many lovers of the
present hour. Beatrix is a fascinating daughter of Eve.
A LITTLE BROTHER OF THE RICH, By Joseph Medill Patterson
Frontispiece by Hazel Martyn Trudeau, and illustrations by Walter Dean
Goldbeck.
Tells the story of the idle rich, and is a vivid and truthful picture of
society and stage life written by one who is himself a conspicuous
member of the Western millionaire class. Full of grim satire, caustic
wit and flashing epigrams. "Is sensational to a degree in its theme,
daring in its treatment, lashing society as it was never scourged
before."--_New York Sun._
MEREDITH NICHOLSON'S FASCINATING ROMANCES
Handsomely bound in cloth. Price, 75 cents per volume, postpaid.
THE HOUSE OF A THOUSAND CANDLES. With a frontispiece in colors by Howard
Chandler Christy.
A novel of romance and adventure, of love and valor, of mystery and
hidden treasure. The hero is required to spend a whole year in the
isolated house, which according to his grandfather's will shall then
become his. If the terms of the will be violated the house goes to a
young woman whom the will, furthermore, forbids him to marry. Nobody can
guess the secret, and the whole plot moves along with an exciting zip.
THE PORT OF MISSING MEN. With illustrations by Clarence F. Underwood.
There is romance of love, mystery, plot, and fighting, and a breathless
dash and go about the telling which makes one quite forget about the
improbabilities of the story; and it all ends in the old-fashioned
healthy American way. Shirley is a sweet, courageous heroine whose
shining eyes lure from page to page.
ROSALIND AT REDGATE. Illustrated by Arthur I. Keller.
The author of "The House of a Thousand Candles" has here given us a
bouyant romance brimming with lively humor and optimism; with mystery
that breeds adventure and ends in love and happiness. A most
entertaining and delightful book.
THE MAIN CHANCE. With illustrations by Harrison Fisher.
A "traction deal" in a Western city is the pivot about which the action
of this clever story revolves. But it is in the character-drawing of the
principals that the author's strength lies. Exciting incidents develop
their inherent strength and weakness, and if virtue wins in the end, it
is quite in keeping with its carefully-planned antecedents. The N. Y.
_Sun_ says: "We commend it for its workmanship--for its smoothness, its
sensible fancies, and for its general charm."
ZELDA DAMERON. With portraits of the characters by John Cecil Clay.
"A picture of the new West, at once startlingly and attractively true. *
* * The heroine is a strange, sweet mixture of pride, wilfulness and
lovable courage. The characters are superbly drawn; the atmosphere is
convincing. There is about it a sweetness, a wholesomeness and a
sturdiness that commends it to earnest, kindly and wholesome
people."--_Boston Transcript._
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THE PRIDE OF JENNICO. Being a Memoir of Captain Basil Jennico.
"What separates it from most books of its class is its distinction of
manner, its unusual grace of diction, its delicacy of touch, and the
fervent charm of its love passages. It is a very attractive piece of
romantic fiction relying for its effect upon character rather than
incident, and upon vivid dramatic presentation."--_The Dial._ "A
stirring, brilliant and dashing story."--_The Outlook._
THE SECRET ORCHARD. Illustrated by Charles D. Williams.
The "Secret Orchard" is set in the midst of the ultra modern society.
The scene is in Paris, but most of the characters are English speaking.
The story was dramatized in London, and in it the Kendalls scored a
great theatrical success.
"Artfully contrived and full of romantic charm * * * it possesses
ingenuity of incident, a figurative designation of the unhallowed scenes
in which unlicensed love accomplishes and wrecks faith and
happiness."--_Athenaeum._
YOUNG APRIL. With illustrations by A. B. Wenzell.
"It is everything that a good romance should be, and it carries about it
an air of distinction both rare and delightful."--_Chicago Tribune._
"With regret one turns to the last page of this delightful novel, so
delicate in its romance, so brilliant in its episodes, so sparkling in
its art, and so exquisite in its diction."--_Worcester Spy._
FLOWER O' THE ORANGE. With frontispiece.
We have learned to expect from these fertile authors novels graceful in
form, brisk in movement, and romantic in conception. This Carries the
reader back to the days of the bewigged and beruffled gallants of the
seventeenth century and tells him of feats of arms and adventures in
love as thrilling and picturesque, yet delicate, as the utmost seeker of
romance may ask.
MY MERRY ROCKHURST. Illustrated by Arthur E. Becher.
"In the eight stories of a courtier of King Charles Second, which are
here gathered together, the Castles are at their best, reviving all the
fragrant charm of those books, like _The Pride of Jennico_, in which
they first showed an instinct, amounting to genius, for sunny romances.
The book is absorbing * * * and is as spontaneous in feeling as it is
artistic in execution."--_New York Tribune._
THE MASTERLY AND REALISTIC NOVELS OF FRANK NORRIS
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THE OCTOPUS. A Story of California
Mr. Norris conceived the ambitious idea of writing a trilogy of novels
which, taken together, shall symbolize American life as a whole, with
all its hopes and aspirations and its tendencies, throughout the length
and breadth of the continent. And for the central symbol he has taken
wheat, as being quite literally the ultimate source of American power
and prosperity. _The Octopus_ is a story of wheat raising and railroad
greed in California. It immediately made a place for itself.
It is full of enthusiasm and poetry and conscious strength. One cannot
read it without a responsive thrill of sympathy for the earnestness, the
breadth of purpose, the verbal power of the man.
THE PIT. A Story of Chicago.
This powerful novel is the fictitious narrative of a deal in the Chicago
wheat pit and holds the reader from the beginning. In a masterly way the
author has grasped the essential spirit of the great city by the lakes.
The social existence, the gambling in stocks and produce, the
characteristic life in Chicago, form a background for an exceedingly
vigorous and human tale of modern life and love.
A MAN'S WOMAN.
A story which has for a heroine a girl decidedly out of the ordinary run
of fiction. It is most dramatic, containing some tremendous pictures of
the daring of the men who are trying to reach the Pole * * * but it is
at the same time essentially a _woman's_ book, and the story works
itself out in the solution of a difficulty that is continually presented
in real life--the wife's attitude in relation to her husband when both
have well-defined careers.
McTEAGUE. A Story of San Francisco.
"Since Bret Harte and the Forty-niner no one has written of California
life with the vigor and accuracy of Mr. Norris. His 'McTeague' settled
his right to a place in American literature; and he has now presented a
third novel, 'Blix,' which is in some respects the finest and likely to
be the most popular of the three."--_Washington Times._
BLIX.
"Frank Norris has written in 'Blix' just what such a woman's name would
imply--a story of a frank, fearless girl comrade to all men who are true
and honest because she is true and honest. How she saved the man she
fishes and picnics with in a spirit of outdoor platonic friendship,
makes a pleasant story, and a perfect contrast to the author's
'McTeague.' A splendid and successful story."--_Washington Times._
NEW EDITIONS OF THE MOST POPULAR NOVELS Of HALLIE ERMINIE RIVES
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SATAN SANDERSON. With halftone illustrations by A. B. Wenzell, and inlay
cover in colors.
From the heroic figures of the American Revolution and the romantic
personage of Byron's day, Miss Rives has turned to the here and now. And
in the present she finds for her immense and brilliant talent a tale as
dramatic and enthralling as any of the storied past. The career of the
Rev. Harry Sanderson, known as "Satan" in his college days, who sowed
the wind to reap the whirlwind and won at last through strangest penance
the prize of love, seizes the reader in the strait grip of its feverish
interest. Miss Rives has outdone herself in the invention of a love
story that rings with lyric feeling and touches every fiber of the heart
with strength and beauty.
THE CASTAWAY. With illustrations in colors by Howard Chandler Christy.
The book takes its title from a saying of Lord Byron's: "Three great men
ruined in one year--a king, a cad, and a castaway." The king was
Napoleon. The cad was Beau Brummel. And the castaway, crowned with
genius, smutched with slander, illumined by fame--was Lord Byron
himself! This is the romance of his loves--the strange marriage and
still stranger separation, the riotous passions, the final ennobling
affection--from the day when he awoke to find himself the most famous
man in England, till, a self-exiled castaway, he played out his splendid
death-scene in the struggle for Greek freedom.
"Suffused with the rosy light of romance."--_New York Times._
HEARTS COURAGEOUS. With illustrations by A. B. Wenzell.
"Hearts Courageous" is made of new material, a picturesque yet delicate
style, good plot and very dramatic situations. The best in the book are
the defense of George Washington by the Marquis; the duel between the
English officer and the Marquis; and Patrick Henry flinging the brand of
war into the assembly of the burgesses of Virginia. Williamsburgh,
Virginia, the country round about, and the life led in that locality
just before the Revolution, form an attractive setting for the action of
the story.
THE RECKONING. By Robert W. Chambers. With illustrations by Henry Hutt.
Mr. Chambers has surpassed himself in telling the tale of the love of
Carus Renault and Lady Elsin Grey in this historical novel of the last
days of the Revolutionary War. Never was there daintier heroine or more
daring hero. Never did the honor of a great-hearted gentleman triumph to
such an extent over the man. Never were there daintier love passages in
the midst of war. It is a book to make the pulses throb and the heart
beat high.