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VOL. XV. JULY, 1905. No. 6.


A Gentleman of the Highways Kathryn Jarboe From Gardens Over Seas Thomas Walsh Synopsis of Chapters I XV of "The Deluge" Editorial The Deluge (Continued) David Graham Phillips A Little Child Shall Lead Them Francis Metcalfe Song Charlotte Becker The Despot Johnson Morton Wall Street Robert Stewart The Wind's Word Arthur Ketchum The Boy Man Baroness Von Hutten A Present Day Creed W. Wilfred Campbell Between the Lines M. H. Vorse The Baby's Curls Margaret Houston Brown Betty Grace S. Richmond R. H. A Portrait Allan Munier The Future Mrs. Thornton Sarah Guernsey Bradley The Lady & the Car Churchill Williams The Gifts of Gold Theodosia Garrison On Love Tokens Frank S. Arnett Timon Cruz Augusta Davies Ogden At Her Window Frank Dempster Sherman The Late Blossoming of Elvira Harriet Whitney Durbin The Neighbor's Dog Una Hudson Love and Youth John Vance Cheney The Dramatic Season's Last Moment Alan Dale A Sea Shell Clinton Scollard For Book Lovers Archibald Lowery Sessions



Since early morning nothing but sunshine had entered the hospitable doorway of The Jolly Grig, a tavern not a dozen miles from the outer edge of London town. Across the white, sanded floor golden patches of light had moved with measured tread, and merry motes had danced in the golden beams, but nothing else had stirred. On the deep hearth were piled huge logs, ready to spring into a flashing evanescent life at the whim of some chance guest, for October was drawing in his breath preparatory to blowing it out over the land.

In front of the logs, sunk deep in his chair, dozed old Marmaduke Bass, the landlord of The Jolly Grig, granting himself the joy of serving drams to dream guests, since guests in the flesh would not come to him. Round bellied as one of his own wine casks, he slept heavily, nor was he disturbed when a slight figure was framed for a second in the doorway. A slender, girlish figure it was, and the shadow of a heavily plumed riding hat danced with the motes in the sunbeams while the young woman stood, warily, peering into the room. Empty she knew it was, for she had been full ten minutes reconnoitering to discover the fact.

How sound did old Marmaduke sleep, was the question she was asking herself. She could see that the large hands folded across his stomach rose and fell with steady rhythmic ease. Then she saw a fly a huge, buzzing, bluebottle fly settle for a moment on the round, bald pate of the innkeeper, and still the sleeper did not stir. Surely if a fly could not waken him, she would not.

Hurriedly, stealthily, lightly, she scurried across the floor, her lifted riding skirt displaying quite needlessly the heavy boots she wore. The skirts were held to her side by her elbows, for she had need of both her hands. In one of them she held a long silken scarf, and not until this had been dexterously twisted and tied over old Marmaduke's eyes did that worthy awake... Continue reading book >>

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