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ACT I.   SCENE. DOUGLAS CATTERMOLE'S apartments at MRS. STEAD'S. Comfortable but not luxurious. Doors, R. I E. and L. I E. Window practicable, R. C. fireplace, L. Sofa, R. c. Table with writing materials and books, L. C. Sideboard with liqueurs. Cigars,...

THE STORY In shabby clothes and frayed collar, John Stratton stood watching the life and bustle outside the post office, conscious that his position was desperate. A grey motorcar, a pretty girl, and a dropped pocket-book, temporarily send up his stock. Then comes the murder on Henley...

At the close of a pleasant day, in the spring of the year 17—, a solitary horseman might have been seen slowly winding his way along a narrow road, in that part of Virginia which is now called the Valley. It was nearly forty years ago, and the district lying between the Blue Ridge and the...

The sole intention of the tales comprised in the following pages is to convey accurate descriptions of the scenery and population of the country in which the author resides. The only merit he claims for them is fidelity. It will be for others to decide whether this claim is well supported. The...

To every woman there comes a day (and that all too soon) when she receives the first hint that Time, the harvester, has not passed her by unnoticed. The waning of actual youth may have passed with but the faintest regret, if any; regret for the lost bud being merged in the...

"Bless my soul! I nearly forgot," exclaimed Colonel Jinks, as he came back into the store. "Tomorrow is Sam's birthday and I promised Ma to bring him home something for a present. Have you got anything for a boy six years old?" "Let me see," answered the young...

Some years ago, when I was a slim young spin, I came out to India to live with my brother Tom: he and I were members of a large and somewhat impecunious family, and I do not think my mother was sorry to have one of her four grown-up daughters thus taken off her hands. Tom's wife, Aggie, had been at...

The summer sun streamed meltingly down on the asphalted siding of the country railway station and occasioned the usual grumbling from the passengers alighting from the afternoon express.   There were only three who effect this narrative--a huge, red-faced, barrel-like figure that might have...

Morning was breaking on the high road to San Jose. The long lines of dusty, level track were beginning to extend their vanishing point in the growing light; on either side the awakening fields of wheat and oats were stretching out and broadening to the sky. In the east and south the stars were receding...

It was a season of unequalled prosperity in Devil's Ford. The half a dozen cabins scattered along the banks of the North Fork, as if by some overflow of that capricious river, had become augmented during a week of fierce excitement by twenty or thirty others, that were huddled together on the narrow...

The sun was going down on the Carquinez Woods. The few shafts of sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable depths, or splintered their ineffectual lances on the enormous trunks of the redwoods. For a time the dull red of their vast columns, and the dull red of their...

He's an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly,   And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft, With the off-fore sprung and the hind screwed badly   And he bears all over the brands of graft; And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder  ...

I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is--And I say there is in fact no evil;(Or if there is, I say it is just as important to you,to the land, or to me, as anything else.) Each is not for its own sake;I say the whole earth, and all the stars in the skyare for Religion's sake.I...

MY name is Mervington Smythers. I was born in London, but have not had the inestimable advantage of in any way profiting by my short residence in that centre of civilisation, being only some four years old when my parents landed in Sydney. My father was a gentleman, living upon his income,...