Poirot Investigates

And my friend joined me at the window.
In a minute he gave vent to an amused chuckle.
“As usual, your facts are tinged with your

seen Mary Marvell on the screen, mon cher?”
I thought.
“About a dozen times perhaps.”
“And I—once! Yet I recognize her, and

the case of the dancer, Valerie Saintclair.”
I shrugged my shoulders, slightly annoyed.
“But console yourself, mon ami,” said Poirot,

if I mistake not, Miss Mary Marvell.”
“What?”
“Without doubt. She is coming here.”
“How do you make that out?”
“Very simply. This street, it is not aristocratic,

of you, Hastings, hand me my little almanac.”
I complied.
“Voyons!” said Poirot, turning the leaves.
“When is the date of the full moon? Ah,

“Why, it’s one of the show places of England.”
Miss Marvell nodded.
“I guess it’s the real old feudal stuff all right.

looked suddenly a good deal older.
“I want to wear it down there.”
“Surely” I said suddenly, “there are some

either of you ever see Society Gossip?”
We both pleaded guilty rather shamefacedly.
“I ask because in this week’s number there

Marvell has had warning letters——”
“Miss Marvell? She has been here?”
“She has just left. As I was saying, if she,

her head in assent with a little smile.
“That is so,” she acknowledged.
“Were yours, too, left by hand—by a Chinaman?”
“No, they came by post; but, tell me, has

Thank you so much, Mr.——”
She hesitated, her hand outstretched.
“Captain Hastings.”
“Of course! How stupid of me. You’re a

in these wild-cat tales?”
“Will you do as I ask you?”
“Of course I will, but——”
“Bien! Then permit that I ask you a few

n’est-ce pas?”
“Yes, but——”
“Then do as I say.”
A sadly bewildered nobleman left the room.
 • • • • • • •
It was half-past five when we arrived at Yardly

see, I never dreamt of taking them seriously.”
“You’ll stay the night?” said Lord Yardly.
“Oh, milord, I fear to incommode you. We

reluctantly by a stern nurse.
Lady Yardly smoothed her ruffled hair.
“I adore them,” she said wi

The story of a young woman who is a scheming, sexy, and adroit dancer.

Two things bind these eleven stories together - the brilliance and uncanny skill of the diminutive Belgian detective, and the stupidity of his Watson-like partner, Captain Hastings. Beyond narrating these stories, Hastings serves only one purpose - to highlight Poirot's brilliance by displaying his own stupidity.


Round the Red Lamp

BEHIND THE TIMES
HIS FIRST OPERATION
A STRAGGLER OF ’15
THE THIRD GENERATION
A FALSE START
THE CURSE OF EVE
SWEETHEARTS
A PHYSIOLOGIST’S WIFE
THE CASE OF LADY SANNOX
A QUESTION OF DIPLOMACY
A MEDICAL DOCUMENT
LOT NO. 249
THE LOS AMIGOS FIASCO
THE DOCTORS OF HOYLAND
THE SURGEON TALKS

My first interview with Dr. James Winter was under dramatic
circumstances.  It occurred at two in the morning in the bedroom of an
old country house.  I kicked him twice on the white waistcoat and
knocked off his gold spectacles, while he with the aid of a female
accomplice stifled my angry cries in a flannel petticoat and thrust me
into a warm bath.  I am told that one of my parents, who happened to be
present, remarked in a whisper that there was nothing the matter with
my lungs.  I cannot recall how Dr. Winter looked at the time, for I had
other things to think of, but his description of my own appearance is
far from flattering.  A fluffy head, a body like a trussed goose, very
bandy legs, and feet with the soles turned inwards—those are the main
items which he can remember.

From this time onwards the epochs of my life were the periodical
assaults which Dr. Winter made upon me.  He vaccinated me; he cut me
for an abscess; he blistered me for mumps.  It was a world of peace and
he the one dark cloud that threatened.  But at last there came a time
of real illness—a time when I lay for months together inside my
wickerwork-basket bed, and then it was that I learned that that hard
face could relax, that those country-made creaking boots could steal
very gently to a bedside, and that that rough voice could thin into a
whisper when it spoke to a sick child.

And now the child is himself a medical man, and yet Dr. Winter is the
same as ever.  I can see no change since first I can remember him, save
that perhaps the brindled hair is a trifle whiter, and the huge
shoulders a little more bowed.  He is a very tall man, though he loses
a couple of inches from

The epochs of Dr. Winter's life are revealed in this book, which is the first book to be published by the American Library Association.

In England a red lamp is the sign of a general physician. Although Arthur Conan Doyle is best known for his stories about the detective Sherlock Holmes, he was a prolific writer whose other works include science fiction stories, historical novels, plays, romances, poetry, and non-fiction. Round the Red Lamp is a collection of stories all with a medical theme. Doyle said that stories with a graver tone were more likely to have a lasting impact on the reader. Stories in this collection include, Behind the times -- His first operation -- A straggler of '15 -- The third generation -- A false start


Outlet

"Well, gentlemen, if that is the best rate you can offer us, then we'll
      drive the cattle. My boys have all been over the trail before, and your
      figures are no inducement to ship as far as Red River. We are fully aware
      of the nature of the country, but we can deliver the herds at their
      destination for less than you ask us for shipping them one third of the
      distance. No; we'll drive all the way."

"Now, Mr. Lovell," said he, dumping a bundle of papers on the table, "if
      you will kindly glance over these documents, I think I can convince you
      that it is only a question of a few years until all trail cattle will ship
      the greater portion of the way. Here is a tabulated statement up to and
      including the year '83. From twenty counties tributary to our line and
      south of this city, you will notice that in '80 we practically handled no
      cattle intended for the trail. Passing on to the next season's drive, you
      see we secured a little over ten per cent. of the cattle and nearly thirty
      per cent. of the horse stock. Last year, or for '83, drovers took
      advantage of our low rates for Red River points, and the percentage ran up
      to twenty-four and a fraction, or practically speaking, one fourth of the
      total drive. We are able to offer the same low rates this year, and all
      arrangements are completed with our connecting lines to give live-stock
      trains carrying trail cattle a passenger schedule. Now, if you care to
      look over this correspondence, you will notice that we have inquiries
      which will tax our carrying capacity to its utmost. The 'Laurel Leaf' and
      'Running W' people alone have asked for a rate on thirty thousand head."

Then the freight men doubled on him, asking if he had taken into
      consideration a saving in wages. In a two days' run they would lay down
      the cattle farther on their way than we could possibly drive in six w

The story of a young man who is a snobby rancher and a cattle farmer. He is unable to find a job, and his family is in danger. His father, a rancher, is resentful of his son's efforts to get him to work. He has been a loyal friend of the rancher for years, and he is determined to find his own way.

When finance writer Yuki's enigmatic and estranged older brother is found decomposing in his apartment, her only clues to his bizarre demise are her memories of him. As Yuki descends deeper and deeper into her own psyche, she catches glimpses of her true nature.
A brisk, bristling story of survivor's guilt, treacherous sex, and unexpected redemption, Outlet opens the door to a spiritual dimension that is both new and age-old. The climax is mind-blowing.


Touch and Go: A Memoir

A nice phrase: "A People's Theatre." But what about it? There's no such
      thing in existence as a People's Theatre: or even on the way to existence,
      as far as we can tell. The name is chosen, the baby isn't even begotten:
      nay, the would-be parents aren't married, nor yet courting.

A People's Theatre. Note the indefinite article. It isn't The People's
      Theatre, but A People's Theatre. Not the theatre of Plebs, the
      proletariat, but the theatre of A People. What people? Quel peuple donc?—A
      People's Theatre. Translate it into French for yourself.

A People's Theatre. Since we can't produce it, let us deduce it. Major
      premise: the seats are cheap. Minor premiss: the plays are good.
      Conclusion: A People's Theatre. How much will you give me for my
      syllogism? Not a slap in the eye, I hope.

We stick to our guns. The seats are cheap. That has a nasty proletarian
      look about it. But appearances are deceptive. The proletariat isn't poor.
      Everybody is poor except Capital and Labour. Between these upper and
      nether millstones great numbers of decent people are squeezed.

The seats are cheap: in decency's name. Nobody wants to swank, to sit in
      the front of a box like a geranium on a window-sill—"the cynosure of
      many eyes." Nobody wants to profiteer. We all feel that it is as
      humiliating to pay high prices as to charge them. No man consents in his
      heart to pay high prices unless he feels that what he pays with his right
      hand he will get back with his left, either out of the pocket of a man who
      isn't looking, or out of the envy of the poor neighbour who IS looking,
      but can't afford the figure. The seats are cheap. Why should A People,
      fabulous and lofty giraffe, want to charge or pay high prices? If it were
      THE PEOPLE now.—But it isn't. It isn't Plebs, the proletariat. The
      seats are cheap.

The plays are good. Pah!—this has a canting

A People's Theatre. A reissue of the original novel by the same author, and a sequel to the first edition.

Starting with his Depression-era childhood in Chicago to his travails during the McCarthy period where he was blacklisted and thrown out of work, this book offers an intimate portrait of one of America's greatest living legends.


Flame (Flame Set, #1)

unexpected delight of that flood of inspiration.
[6]
It was still that hour which, in one of his books, he

Pride is the only thing that makes your heart falter."
"Ah, sweet friend, how I love you—how I thank you

approaching them, and said:
"Look! Look at your pomegranates!"
But her voice shook a little.
Then, in the dreamy twilight, on the water as silvery-green

have consecrated my work to you, as to an ideal Lucina."
She shrank under the eyes of the master of her spirit;

joy. No discord exists between my art and my life."
He spoke with perfect freedom, as if the mind of the

hall; and he felt a rapid throbbing of his heart.
"It is a very singular thing, Perdita," said he, gazing

on it, some day when you deserve a severe punishment!"
"What! Are you not to read it to-night at the festival?"

commented on in them by me. What should I do, then?"
He threw around him an all-sweeping glance, as if exploring

upon the city? Where were you last night, at sunset?"
"In a garden of the Giudecca."
"I was here, on the Riva. When human eyes have

him for a time, that I may give myself to the Venetians?"
The playful irony with which he had been speaking

that evening for the first time.
"To the Hotel Danieli," La Foscarina said to the boatman.
While the dentellated iron of the prow swung around

lower to conceal his agitation. "Ah! at last!"
She made no reply, but fixed on him a gaze of almost

words: "Non ego loquar omnibus, sed tibi, sed mihi, et his."
[34]
He saw within himself the radiant eyes of his unknown

to magnify one's own dream of beauty or of power.
He bent over a medallion by Pisanello, feeling at his

suddenly your forehead is illumined by a ray of light."
The pure bronze bore the effigy of a young man with

in their depths some old sword or ancient diadem.
"Do not all gracious spirits come hither, as to a place

eyelids, he had heard serpents hissing in her hair!
"Ah, if I only knew how to tell you of that prodigious

to that which as ye

The epoch of the Renaissance is a time when the world was replete with a multitude of symbiotic and interconnected civilizations. The Renaissance was a period of the era when the most important civilizations were annihilated, and the most powerful civilizations of the twentieth century were destroyed. The era was characterized by the destruction of the world's most important empires, and by the extinction of the first civilizations in the world.

"I need a Husband and I need him now!"
When her brother was accused of murder, Ashley Webster headed west to clear his name. Although the proud Yankee was prepared to face any hardship on her journey to Fort Bridger, she was horrified to learn that single women weren't welcome on any wagon train. Desperate to cross the plains, Ashley decided to pay the first bachelor willing to pose as her husband. Then the fiery redhead came across a former Johnny Reb in the St. Joe's jail, and she couldn't think of any man she'd rather marry in name only. But out on the rugged trail, Tanner MacTavish quickly


Eating in Two or Three Languages

much vanilla ice cream as you could put in a derby hat.
"And when, as I am turning over my second piece of fried chicken, with

tell me a patriot can't do his bit and eat it too, for I know better.
"HERB, STAND BACK! STAND WELL BACK TO AVOID BEING SPLASHED!"
"HERB, STAND BACK! STAND WELL BACK TO AVOID BEING

that side. It took me months to find out.
"'Then finally, one night in a remote interior village, I went to an

my ability, and without let or hindrance, Herb.'"
To be exactly correct about it, I began mapping out this campaign long

didn't dare go fishing if you had mislaid your worm card.
The resolution having formed, it budded and grew in my mind when I was

answer I worked out was as follows: "My face!"
Such was the pleasing program I figured out on shipboard. But, as is

didn't weaken—and nobody did.
But, so far as the joys of the table are concerned, I think I shall be

could he but return to the scenes he loved and wrote about.
Dickens, as will be recalled, specialised in mouth-watering

exercise that gives you an appetite for the rest of the meal.
From the vegetable marrow you derive no nourishment, and certainly you

vegetable. Yet its friends over there seem to set much store by it.
Likewise the English cook has always gone in rather extensively for

dishes of England appear to have lost most of their taste.
You can do a lot of browsing about at an English table these days and

sensation of a python full of pigeons.
I shall never forget the first meals I had on English soil, this

direction and that—yes, perhaps so; but surely nothing more serious.
Immediately on arrival we chartered a taxicab—a companion and I did.

rail, we were entitled, it seemed, to claim refreshment.
However, he, as an officer, was restricted to a meal costing not to

thought, a passing fair conception—but a vain one.
"No steaks to-night, sir," said the waiter sorrowfully.
"All right, then," one of us said. "How about chops—fat juicy chops?"
"Oh, no, sir; no cho

The first book in the series of novels by the author of the novel "The Countess of the Isle of Man" is a collection of short stories and poems by the poet, whose work has been translated into several languages.

Wartime culinary memoirs from the American author, humourist, and columnist who lived in New York and wrote over 60 books and 300 short stories.


The Last Letter

and grind on them. Black Sorter was rugged.
The rejected envelope was tongued up by Red Subsorter, who growled deep

minutes, small atomic flames started to flicker from her mid-section.
White Nursemaid Seven and Greasy Joe both received Pink Wastebasket's

recorded the immediate cause of death as tinkering by a human being.
The human being, a bald and scrawny one named Potshelter, picked up the

"Krumbine, a letter turned up in the first-class mail this morning."
"Great Scott!"
"It is a letter from one person to another person."
"Good Lord!"
"The flow of advertising has been seriously interfered with. At a

Helms—God bless 'em!—have the trouble in hand yet."
"Judas Priest!"
"Naturally the poor machines weren't able to cope with the letter.

Take another tranquilizer, Potshelter, and hand over the tray."
Krumbine received it with trembling fingers, started to pick up a big

another?"
"Worse than that. A written letter."
"Written? I don't recognize the word."
"It's a way of making characters, of forming visual equivalents of

me, it's all right, because we know what we're doing."
He picked up a third blue tranquilizer. "But with most of the

promotion employed in betraying and subverting."
The frown deepened as he put the blue pill in his mouth and chewed it.

conceivable, and producing a record of sorts of the spoken word."
"No, no, Krumbine." Potshelter nervously popped a square orange tablet

Fleet has been detached to orbit over NewNew York."
"In case it becomes necessary to Z-Bomb?" Potshelter asked grimly.
Krumbine nodded. "With all those villains lurking just outside the

oval blues—I find them best for steady swallowing."
Bells jangled. Krumbine grabbed up two phones, holding one to each ear.

Mister J. Augustus Krumbine,
We all think you're fine, fine, fine, fine.
Now out of the skyey blue
Come some telegrams for you.

SBI officials a private telepath—a charming albino girl named Agnes.
"Yes, and it's a very handsome walky-talky," he a

The rebirth of the atomic age is a time when the world was awash with atoms and atom-like particles. The universe was ruled by a single, unified, universal, universal force, which was able to unite the universe into one single, universal body. This is the first book in the series of books that will be published in the future.

The thrilling sequel to Fifteen Postcards
Disappearing from her antiques shop amid a spray of bullets, Sarah Lester leaves no body, only questions.
Sarah's friends are left to deal with the aftermath of her disappearance, including questions about the dubious provenance of her antiques which threaten to crush the business she's brought back from the brink of failure.
Sarah struggles to reunite with her father while continuing the search for her mother, unaware that England's violent colonial past has followed her to the present, putting herself and those she loves in danger. From the remote sh


Parmenides

The conclusion at which we must arrive is that the Parmenides is not a
      refutation of the Eleatic philosophy. Nor would such an explanation afford
      any satisfactory connexion of the first and second parts of the dialogue.
      And it is quite inconsistent with Plato's own relation to the Eleatics.
      For of all the pre-Socratic philosophers, he speaks of them with the
      greatest respect. But he could hardly have passed upon them a more
      unmeaning slight than to ascribe to their great master tenets the reverse
      of those which he actually held.

Perhaps there is no passage in Plato showing greater metaphysical power
      than that in which he assails his own theory of Ideas. The arguments are
      nearly, if not quite, those of Aristotle; they are the objections which
      naturally occur to a modern student of philosophy. Many persons will be
      surprised to find Plato criticizing the very conceptions which have been
      supposed in after ages to be peculiarly characteristic of him. How can he
      have placed himself so completely without them? How can he have ever
      persisted in them after seeing the fatal objections which might be urged
      against them? The consideration of this difficulty has led a recent critic
      (Ueberweg), who in general accepts the authorised canon of the Platonic
      writings, to condemn the Parmenides as spurious. The accidental want of
      external evidence, at first sight, seems to favour this opinion.

The full discussion of this subject involves a comprehensive survey of the
      philosophy of Plato, which would be out of place here. But, without
      digressing further from the immediate subject of the Parmenides, we may
      remark that Plato is quite serious in his objections to his own doctrines:
      nor does Socrates attempt to offer any answer to them. The perplexities
      which surround the one and many in the sphere of the Ideas are also
      all

The Parmenides is a comprehensive account of the philosophy of Plato.

This is an English translation of one of the more challenging and enigmatic of Plato's dialogues between Socrates and Parmenides and Zeno of Elea, that begins with Zeno defending his treatise of Parmenidean monism against those partisans of plurality.
Focus Philosophical Library translations are close to and are non-interpretative of the original text, with the notes and a glossary intending to provide the reader with some sense of the terms and the concepts as they were understood by Plato's immediate audience.


The Lost Diaries

now with a large stairkes then we had tea and went home.
Sunday.—I said to Anderson that we might start an

scool—Reynolds'. We won by three goals and three tries.
There was an awful row on Wednesday. Anderson cut off a

forgetful. I hadn't been out with the hawkers for weeks.
Then dinner was served. It lasted for hours I thought, and

and after dinner he becomes sleepy directly, just like papa.
May 7.—I've had a most exciting day. Papa and mamma sent

heard of! My anguish and shame are too great for words.
But the Duke and the Dowager have been most sympathetic.
June 26.—Jane has fled, and my jewels as well as hers are

three crounes to the expenses which my patrons curtesly pay.
Take lodgynges every day bytwene noone and thre of the

the chronyclers to make no boast of their good adventure.
August 30.—The Kynge of Englande has layd siege to Calys

dyner, and every person ii d. sterlying in alms.
And the chronyclers have added to the lyst of their costs

was scarcely an argument, as I translated it for her.
I cannot help thinking that there was sometimes an element

one. This was, I consider, a monstrous piece of injustice.
During one of the intervals, which are only too frequent,

as soon as his foot is well, for his untruthfulness.
This, my first experience of school life, is not very

worse. Faustina might have been a loose woman! A profligate!
May 6.—Read out the first canto of my epic on the origins

least one Gracchus! That was well said. I was much touched.
May 20.—Commodus has appeared with great success, but the

VII
FROM THE DIARY OF MRS JAMES LEE'S HUSBAND
October 1.—At last the heat wave is over. It's the first

day we have been able to breathe for months.
Just as I was coming back from my morning walk, Hilda leant

window with a bang and was cross all through luncheon.
"Rissoles again," I said to Hilda, "you know I hate hashed

one's on the verge of getting an idea fixed—I said "No."
I'm afraid this hurt her feelings.
October 9.—Sin

The first book in the series of novels by the author, a young woman who has been a member of the Royal Family for many years. She is the daughter of the Duke of Cambridge and the granddaughter of the Princess of Wales. Her father, the Duke, is a wealthy lawyer and politician. Her mother, the Queen, is an aspiring journalist. Her grandmother, the Princess, is the wife of the Prince of Wales, and her husband, the Prince, is her aunt.

'The Lost Diaries' is a wide-ranging anthology of the world's greatest diarists, each of them channelled onto paper through the considerable psychic force that is Craig Brown.


A Case in Camera

"Our Life is like a curious Play
Where each doth strive to hide himself.
One Mask doth to another say
'Let us be open as the Day'
The better to conceal himself."

rarer possession, an eye in his head to see straight with.
"Well, which of 'em are you going to have for yourself,

flag and all," he added with professional satisfaction.
Philip Esdaile gave a quick exclamation.
"By Jove, that just reminds me! The orange[Pg 18]

possibly he had the key of it in his pocket.
It was oddly irritating to watch him try first one key

at the French window.
"Well?" we both demanded at once.
[Pg 22]
He was agitated, as indeed he had some reason for

hurt—was, indeed, quite likely to pull through.
"Do you know who they are?" Hubbard asked.
Again Monty seemed preoccupied with his clothes.

had heard nothing, knew nothing of what had occurred?
Monty Rooke was the first to speak.
"Do you mean to say you didn't hear it?" he blurted

widest reach. "Do come quick and look, daddy!"
And he seized his father's hand.
Again I caught Hubbard's eye. Esdaile was at it

at a rug with his toe.
"What about what?" he asked.
"About this last half-hour."
"You mean where have I been? I went down into

in one word, all our experience was still to be earned.
[Pg 40]
For this reason, I was just as much interested in

of things when you listen to the man in the pub.
I think it was the sight of a plumpish young man in

called this "Tom, Dick and Harry sort of flying."
"And here you have the proof of it," he was saying,

going to stop for a broken neck or two. I don't think!"
"Well, tell us all about it, Harry," somebody said;

done. I will give you an instance of what I mean.
A year or two before there had arrived one night at

my By-election Blighters half an hour ago. Well——"
[Pg 48]
And, as I sat down in the chair at the end of his desk,

"He's not that kind of man. It simply doesn't fit in."
"His behavior this morning, you mean?"
"Yes. It was another man altogether. Why, be

The first book in the series of novels by the author of the novel "The Last Word" (1996), "The First Word" is a collection of short stories written by the writer of the first book of the series. It is based on the story of the same name by the same author.

Philip had at least two good reasons for being in high feather that morning. The first of these was that barely a week ago, with a magnificent new quill pen, he had signed the Roll, had shaken august hands, and was now Philip Esdaile, A.R.A., probably the most gifted among the younger generation of painters of the pictorial phenomena of Light. I and his second reason for contentment happened to arrive almost simultaneously at the wrought-iron gate that opened on to his little front garden. We all knew that for many months past our barrister friend, Billy Mackwith, had been tracking down and bu


Country House: Polish Theatre Archive

of being submitted to the writer for correction.
It is proposed that the next volume should contain a reprint of

for this aid, would linger on in idleness and ignorance.
The teaching is not merely confined to reading and writing; the main object of

forms the fourth.
It is conceived that it is unnecessary now to urge one word in favour of the absolute

a small thatched cottage is very pretty.
I shall begin by stating the sort of house we want, and give a short

permit, the merits of each, and which on the whole you prefer.
As regards the ground, we have no park, but sufficient extent of land to

English scenery, such as is met with in the southern counties.
Now as regards the house. There must be a good dining-room, a good

difficult point to manage, and merely throw it out for your consideration.
The general building material in this part of the country is brick, though

difficulties of the undertaking, I begin with more confidence.
What then, with a view to your individual taste, is the style I would

union of the three been complete.
It is well known that, owing to the fetters imposed upon them in Egypt

were confined to geometrical figures for the ornaments.
The above cursory glance at the history of the art, may at least serve to

and trust to your kindness for better instruction.
You assume that the Grecian style is the best adapted to pictorial and

With hues romantic tinged the gorgeous pane,
To fill with holy light this wondrous fane,
To aid the builder's model richly rude,
By no Vitruvian symmetry subdued.

your views, all I mean is to canvass and to be sure that I understand them.
I have to repeat that I agree entirely that the style is best which is most

build a country-house, not a palace!
It is a long time since I was in Italy, and when I was there I did not pay

and comfort should always be prominent.
I am a great admirer of Balzac, and I think one of his best descriptions of

harbouring deadly enmity against this fair paradise.
It

The first book in the series of novels by the author, a collection of short stories and essays by the writer, whose main purpose is to give readers a glimpse into the life of the author.

Country House, a "comedy with corpses" is a wicked subversion of all those realistic psychological dramas of jealousy, adultery, murder and suicide that ask to be taken seriously. Witkacy's send-up assumes the form of a ghost story full of surprises, in the course of which an entire family of four is gleefully dispatched to the other world. When it was first performed in 1923 in Torun, Country House was judged unsuitable for the general public because it derided moral, social and dramatic convention. Three years later, as directed by the playwright himself in Lwow, the drama proved an unexpect


Grace Harlowe's Return to Overton Campus (The College Girls Series, #5)

Overton College that made its hum-drum existence worth while.
"Oh, Mrs. Gray, you can't imagine how happy I feel!" went on Grace, her

Hall, and that Mrs. Elwood is to meet us."
A long shrill whistle, a creaking and groaning of protesting iron

skirts with two long braids of fair hair hanging down your back."
"I don't really feel a bit older than I did then," confessed Grace.

taxicab just the other side of the station. Yes, there it is."
The driver touched his cap smilingly to Grace as they climbed into the

were making valiant efforts to obtain an education.
It was in reference to Harlowe House, her future home, that Grace and

blame you. I suppose this ride brings up hosts of memories."
Grace nodded. She could not trust her voice to answer. A sudden mist

and Miriam, whose faith and good fellowship had never failed her.
A sob rose in Grace's throat, but she quickly stifled it. After all she

great features of the Famous Fiction dance.
Then she saw four girls, with their shining heads bared to the sun,

passed through that gateway, yet how long it seemed.
Suddenly her look of abstraction changed to one of startled interest.

see that there was some one awake and stirring."
With a joyous cry of "J. Elfreda, where, oh, where did you come from?" a

the warm embrace with interest.
"Oh, Grace, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you again!" exclaimed

hot-footed it for the station the minute Ma said I could come."
"Which letter do you mean, Elfreda?" asked Grace in a puzzled tone.
"Why the one from Mrs. Gray, of course," returned Elfreda. "Isn't she

Mrs. Gray, who rose to greet her.
"I'm so glad you could come, my dear. I knew that Grace would miss her

soon as she is settled."
"Dear little Anne," smiled Elfreda, her eyes growing tender.
"I hope she'll be back in time for the girls' weddings. Nora and Jessica

anxious.
"When are they to be married?"
"The last of September. The date hasn't been set."
"Grace," Elfreda fixed round solemn eyes on her

The story of a young woman who is aspired to be a writer. She is the daughter of renowned author, Elfreda, and her husband, Jessica. Her father, a famous poet, is renowned for his work in poetry and fiction. She has been a teacher at Overton College, where she was a student. She was also a member of the faculty of the university's literary department.

Josephine Chase (? -1931), also known as Capt. Gordon Bates; Jessie Graham Flower; Pauline Lester; Ames Thompson and Dale Wilkins, was an American prolific author who wrote with the pseudonym J. G. Flower Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School (1910), Grace Harlowe's Sophomore Year at High School (1911), Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School (1911), Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School (1912), Grace Harlowe's First Year at Overton College (1914), Grace Harlowe's Second Year at Overton College (1914), Grace Harlowe's Third Year at Overton College (1914), Grace Harlowe's Fourth Yea


A Text-Book of the History of Painting

Champlin and Perkins, Cyclopedia of Painters and Paintings, New York.
Adeline, Lexique des Termes d'Art.
Gazette des Beaux Arts, Paris.
Larousse, Grand Dictionnaire Universel, Paris.
L'Art, Revue hebdomadaire illustrée, Paris.
Bryan, Dictionary of Painters. New edition.
Brockhaus, Conversations-Lexikon.
Meyer, Allgemeines Künstler-Lexikon, Berlin.
Muther, History of Modern Painting.
Agincourt, History of Art by its Monuments.
Bayet, Précis d'Histoire de l'Art.
Blanc, Histoire des Peintres de toutes les Écoles.
Eastlake, Materials for a History of Oil Painting.
Lübke, History of Art, trans. by Clarence Cook.
Reber, History of Ancient Art.
Reber, History of Mediæval Art.
Schnasse, Geschichte der Bildenden Künste.
Girard, La Peinture Antique.
Viardot, History of the Painters of all Schools.
Williamson (Ed.), Handbooks of Great Masters.
Woltmann and Woermann, History of Painting.

departments of painting existent to-day.
1. Decorative Painting.
2. Expressive Painting.
Pure Decorative Painting is not usually expressive of ideas other than

observance, and certainly the first known to us was sepulchral.
ART MOTIVES: The centre of the Egyptian system was the monarch and his

temples and palaces the religious and monarchical scenes.
In one form or another it was all record of Egyptian life, but this

advanced upon or varied to any extent this one method of work.
HISTORIC PERIODS: Egyptian art may be traced back as far as the Third

located at Memphis in Lower Egypt, and it is among the remains of this
Memphitic Period that the earliest and best painting is found. In

mechanic following time-honored example. In the
Saitic Period the seat of empire was once more in Lower Egypt, and art

in the ruins of Persepolis and elsewhere.
PHŒNICIAN, CYPRIOTE, AND ASIA MINOR PAINTING.
Books Recommended: As before cited, Babelon, Duncker, Ely,

Greece arose it accepted a retroactive influence from there.
It is impossible to characterize the Phœnician type, a

The Egyptian art may be a very interesting subject, but it is not the only one. It is the most important of all.

This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide.


All In the Mind

possible working with animal brains. We've got to get a human one."
"We can't," Mel had disagreed. "There'd be enough of an uproar if the

would close us up tighter than a drum."
"But our lab's too well hidden, they'd never know."
"It wouldn't work anyway. The brain might be damaged for lack of oxygen

failure where a fresh, healthy brain would mean success."
"We'll never know unless we try," said Neil almost violently, dark eyes

glittering. "Our funds aren't going to last forever."
Mel had turned his back and was leaning over the tank where the latest

only indication that the brain was alive.
What had happened then? He thought hard, until a sharp pain and growing

of their lab, although he didn't see how that could have happened.
He became aware of voices, faint at first, then growing stronger. He

to...."
"Where does this connection go, here?"
The other voice boomed in then, deep vibrations feeling as if they would

shatter his brain. There was a frantic quality in the words.
"No, no, you fool, don't...." A penetrating pain knifed through Mel's

welcomed the loss of consciousness as it blanketed him.
He struggled back to consciousness once more, a voice calling over and

triumphantly. "You do hear me, Mel, I can see."
Again Mel tried to call out, without success. The other warned quickly.

that represented his brain's output up to full level.
His brain sent impulses out to the nerve ends that had controlled his

carefully in the hope he would find a means of striking back.
During the next few weeks, only his hatred for Neil enabled Mel to keep

"Unless you want to admit murder, we're still partners."
Neil laughed and said, "That's right. Of course I can draw any and all

time you want to." He chuckled, then grew serious.
"Don't get any ideas," he warned. "We've been spending most of the time

the way it'll be."
"But the ethics...."
"I know what would happen to me if you turned me over to the scientists.

I'd be a freak and treated as such. I ow

Neil and Mel are a couple who have been working together for years. They're both in love with each other, but Neil is not happy about the way they're treating their partners. Neil is a snobby, sloppy, and apathetic. Neil's a very good friend, and Mel is able to help him.

Alastair Campbell's powerful first novel is a gripping portrait of the strange dependency between patient and doctor.
Martin Sturrock desperately needs a psychiatrist. The problem? He is one.
Emily is a traumatized burn victim; Arta a Kosovan refugee recovering from a rape. David Temple is a long term depressive, while the Rt. Hon. Ralph Hall MP lives in terror of his drinking problem being exposed. Very different Londoners, but they share one thing: every week they spend an hour at the Prince Regent Hospital, revealing the secrets of their psyche to Professor Martin Sturrock. Little do they k


Switzerland (A Biker Saga, #2)

28.
Alpine Garden (La Linnea) at Bourg St. Pierre on the road to the Great St. Bernard, beginning of August
160

1
SWITZERLAND
CHAPTER I
THE SPIRIT OF THE MOUNTAINS
The Swiss as a people often suffer in the judgment of the tourist by

becoming more generous in response to the spirit of the mountains.
From this feeling of exhilaration of the mind and the body, which

live fish is placed will not overflow.
That king's merry jest on his men of learning3 who set out to find a

a natural law just as well as any other law.
In truth, though, the idea that dwelling on a mountain-top has a

on a mountain should have this fine effect on the human character.
T. On that point, surely, there is no difference of opinion at all?

eager for liberty, the most virtuous of the earth.
S. But it happens that I am not so wise as those people. I do not

pupil, perhaps you will tell me why it is so.
T. You ask a rather difficult question. It is like, almost, raising

some reference to the noble nature of mountain peoples?
S. To tell you the truth, I am not quite satisfied. It is even

a German wise man named Schopenhauer and have read his writings.
T. (Interrupting.) Yes. But if he writes against mountain people I

that not seem to you a rational argument?
T. Yes. Certainly it is not absurd. There may be some truth in what

regarding the matters of which they speak.
T. I agree with you there. But I do not see that there is any

noble character of mountain peoples.
S. I wish to come to that now. I accept what you say that very many

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.

There in her place she did rejoice,
Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.

Then stept she down thro' town and field
To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men reveal'd
The fullness of her face.

brain which are almost peculiar to mounta

The first book in the series of books on mountain peoples.

In Book one, we met the GGS and learned of the threat against them and the biker community. After the initial shakedown by the UC, they discover each Club in the state has a member being held hostage. Not all Clubs are strong enough to make a stand. Some have fallen, forced to join the UC, and those strong enough, lack the necessary resources to win the war. Now, as outlaw bikers converge on the GGS Clubhouse, there is no choice but to set aside their differences and come together. As war breaks out and personal agendas interfere with strategy, secrets are revealed, undermining the only chance


Huntingtower

you happy now that you are a grown-up lady?"
"Happy!" Her voice had a thrill in it like music,[Pg 12]

"What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all;
Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold:
When we mind labour, then only, we're too old—
What age had Methusalem when he begat Saul?"

But now the classification must be reconsidered.
"So you were in the war," he said encouragingly.
"Four blasted years," was the savage reply.

women in parlours."
"Are you a poet, Mr. Heritage?"
"No, Dogson, I'm a paper-maker."
This was a new view to Mr. McCunn. "I just

Some day for my own sake I may be a poet."
"Have you published anything?"
The eager admiration in Dickson's tone gratified

"Sunflowers, tall Grenadiers, ogle the roses' short-skirted ballet.
The fumes of dark sweet wine hidden in frail petals
Madden the drunkard bees."

pretty fair cub last night."
"I did that," was the dry answer.
"Well, I want to apologise. God knows what

sort of place.   Do you dream about it?"
"Not exactly."
"Well, I do. The queer thing is that I've got

"Thou shalt hear a song
After a while which Gods may listen to;
But place the flask upon the board and wait
Until the stranger hath allayed his thirst,
For poets, grasshoppers and nightingales
Sing cheerily but when the throat is moist."

he's a laird to refuse folk that gait?"
"He said he had illness in the house."
Mrs. Morran meditated. "Whae in the world

nobody any harm if you let us in for half an hour."
The man advanced another step.
"You shall not come in. Go away from here.

life before joining the sedater sea.
Heritage flung himself on the turf.
"This is a good place! Ye gods, what a good

that listen for lovers'—all the rest of it!"
Dickson observed and marvelled.
"I can't make you out, Mr. Heritage. You were

He began to whistle with a far-away look in his eye.
"Do you know what that is?" he asked suddenly.
Dickson, who could not detect any tune, said No.
"It's an aria from a Russian opera

The first book in the series of novels by American author and poet Dickson McCunn.

An old man takes what may be the last walking tour of his life. A young war hero tours the countryside on foot after convalescing from wounds he suffered during the first world war. A Russian princess is kidnapped. And the key to the the crime lies in a romantic, forboding castle on the coast of Scotland. In this novel of romance and adventure, John Buchan spins a tale of mystery, intrigue, and suspense. This publication from Boomer Books is specially designed and typeset for comfortable reading.


The Gorilla Hunters

“As Shakespeare has it. Well, well, who would have thought that so conversable and intelligent a creature should have come to such a melancholy end?”
The poor frog had indeed come to a sad and sudden end, and I felt quite sorry for it, although I could not help smiling at my companion’s quaint manner of announcing the fact.
Not being gifted with the activity of Peterkin, it had stood its ground when the rhinoceros charged, and had received an accidental kick from the great foot of that animal which had broken its back and killed it outright.
“There’s one comfort, however,” observed Jack, as we stood over the frog’s body: “you have been saved the disagreeable necessity of killing it yourself, Ralph.”
This was true, and I was not sorry that the rhinoceros had done me this service; for, to say truth, I have ever felt the necessity of killing animals in cold blood to be one of the few disagreeable points in the otherwise delightful life of a naturalist. To shoot animals in the heat and excitement of the chase I have never felt to be particularly repulsive or difficult; but the spearing of an insect, or the deliberate killing of an unresisting frog, are duties which I have ever performed with a feeling of deep self-abhorrence.
Carefully packing my frog in leaves, and placing it in my pouch, I turned with my companions to quit the scene of our late encounter and return to our camp, on arriving at which we purposed sending back Makarooroo to cut off the horn of the rhinoceros; for we agreed that, as it was impossible to carry away the entire carcass, we ought at least to secure the horn as a memorial of our adventure.

The frog is a solitary creature, and the only one that can be seen in the wild. It is unable to reproduce itself, but it can reproduce itself by a means of a human being. The secluded creature is able to reproduce themselves by observing its own behavior, and by interacting with its environment.

Hereupon the monkey uttered a terrific shriek of passion, exposed all its teeth and gums, glared at its adversary like a little fiend, and seizing the branch with both hands, shook it with all its might. The result was, that not only did the coveted bunch of fruit fall to the ground, but a perfect shower of bunches came down, one of which hit Jack on the forehead, and, bursting there, sent its fragrant juice down his face and into his beard, while the parrots and all the other monkeys took to flight, shrieking with mingled terror and rage.


Morocco

the secrets of Sunset Land.
After dinner a few of the bolder spirits among the men take counsel of a

goals that the undisguised European may reach.
Morocco does not change save by compulsion, and there is no area of

Over the meadows that blossom and wither
Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song,
Only the sun and the rain come hither
All year long.

prevailing in the country markets, but quite low enough for Europeans.
This little corner of the world, close to the meeting of the Atlantic and

wending his way to the village gardens, where the maize was green.
Yet the district has not always been solitary. Where now the tents are

Master Allah, who had conquered the powers of darkness once again.
While I enjoy a morning stroll over the hills, or a plunge in the sea,

stayed one morning to watch the procedure.
The eldest of the party, a woman who seems to be eighty and is probably

conventions of trading in Sunset Land.
"The Peace of the Prophet on all True Believers. I have brought food from

Mediunah," says the elderly advance-guard, by way of opening the campaign.
"Allah is indeed merciful, O my Aunt," responds Salam with lofty

down to the pit. In short, everything is too dear.
Only the little children are frightened by this outburst, which is no more

beginning to the end of the year.
"I've almost forgotten my own tongue," he said to me one evening when he

houses of wealthy residents are half a dozen miles nearer Tangier.[3]
On other evenings the road chosen lies in the direction of the Caves of

roam at will through Eastern legendary lore.
It is always necessary to keep a careful eye upon the sun during these

in spite of all considerations they must have news of the outer world.
When the moon comes out and the Great Bear constellation is shining above

philosophy cannot compass one of the many mysteries that lie at our door.
If any proof were required that Morocco in all its internal disputes is

food as a piece of impertinence, only excusabl

The book is a collection of short stories, poems and essays by the author. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

Pierre Loti, nom de plume of Julien Viaud, visited Morocco in the latter 19th century and travelled overland from Tangier to Fes. This book describes that trip.


The Brownies: Their Book

The more they talked, the stronger grew The wish to prove how much they knew. From page to page through books to pass And spell the words that tried the class; So through their skill they soon obtained Access to all the room contained.

"As by the river's bank I strayed,
Where here and there a building stands,
And town and country-side join hands,
Before me stood a massive wall
With engine-rooms and chimneys tall.

"To scale the place a way I found,
And, creeping in, looked all around;
There bicycles of every grade
Are manufactured for the trade;
Some made for baby hands to guide,
And some for older folk to ride.
[21]

"Though built to keep intruders out,
With shutters thick and casings stout,
I noticed twenty ways or more,
By roof, by window, wall and door,
Where we, by exercising skill,
May travel in and out at will."

To catch at pleasures as they go,
And said, "Why let another day
Come creeping in to drag away?
Let's active measures now employ
To seize at once the promised joy.
On bicycles quick let us ride,
While yet our wants may be supplied."

And double-bolt them
left and right,
And think through patents, new and old,
[22]To leave the burglars in the cold,
The cunning Brownies smile to see
The springing bolt and turning key;
For well they know if fancy leads

But we, who laugh at locks or law
Designed to keep mankind in awe,
May praise the keeper's cautious
mind,
But all the same an entrance find."

Now soon the work was under way,
Each chose the part he was to play:
While some who handled hoes the best
Brought "Early Roses" from their nest,
To turnip-tops some laid their hands,
More plied the hook, or twisted bands.
And soon the sheaves lay piled around,
Like heroes on disputed ground.
Now let the eye turn where it might,
A pleasing prospect was in sight;
For garden ground or larger field
Alike a busy crowd revealed:
Some pulling carrots from their bed,
Some bearing burdens on their head,
Or working at a fever he

The first book in the series of books by author and illustrator David A. Reilly, which was published in 1897, is a collection of short stories about the life of the author and his family. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

The author, Palmer Cox, was born in Canada in 1840. He wrote sixteen books about Brownies. The Brownies were very popular. Each book would have a set of poems about these little people. The Brownies had various adventures. Each poem reflects some aspect of life back a hundred years ago. The brownies go to a school, visit the circus, go ice skating and so on. These books were published in the late 1800s to early 1900s.


Supermind

Chief—” he started.
Burris frowned again. “Don’t call me Chief,” he said.
Malone nodded. “Okay,” he said. “But if you don’t know what it is, you

a breadbox? Does it perform helpful tasks? Is it self-employed?”
“Malone,” Burris sighed, “you ought to be on television.”
“But—”
“Let me explain,” Burris said. His voice was calmer now, and he spoke

truths. “The country,” he said, “is going to hell in a handbasket.”
Malone nodded again. “Well, after all, Chief—”
“Don’t call me Chief,” Burris said wearily.
“Anything you say,” Malone agreed peacefully. He eyed the Director of

and finally it—” He paused. “Finally it did, I guess,” he said.
“Exactly,” Burris said. “And so are we. Finally.” He passed a hand

Burris said, and the FBI agent whirled around again.
“Yes, Ch—Yes?” he said.
“This time,” Burris said, “it isn’t the same old story at all. This

inefficient. You find evidence of it. What do you do?”
Malone blinked and thought for a second. It didn’t take any longer

and talk some more, and my committee has a lot of meetings—”
“Exactly,” Burris said.
“And we talk a lot at the meetings,” Malone went on, carried away,

the publicity we can possibly get—”
“You stop,” Burris said hurriedly.
“That’s right,” Malone said. “We stop. And that’s what I’d do.”
“Of course, the problem of inefficiency is left exactly where it

always was,” Burris said. “Nothing’s been done about it.”
“Naturally,” Malone said. “But think of all the lovely publicity. And

all the nice talk. And the subpoenas and committees and everything.”
“Sure,” Burris said wearily. “It’s happened a thousand times. But,

Malone, that’s the difference. It isn’t happening this time.”
There was a short pause. “What do you mean?” Malone said at last.
“This time,” Burris said, in a tone that sounded almost awed, “they

is, he amended hurriedly, if they didn’t get too odd.
“Oh, they had reasons, all right,” Burris said. “It took a little

other men are investigating inefficiency.”
“Oh,” Malone said.

The story of the FBI agent Malone, a former FBI agent, and his wife, whose daughter is a breadbox, is told in a series of flashbacks.

Mark Phillips was the joint pseudonym used by sf writers Laurence Mark Janifer & Randall Philip Garrett in the early 1960s. Together they authored several humorous short novels in the so-called "Psi-Power" series: Brain Twister (1962), The Impossibles (1963) & Supermind (1963). The 1st story they wrote in this so-called "Psi-Power" series was "That Sweet Little Old Lady," published in the 9-10/1959 edition of Analog Science Fiction & Science Fact. Subsequent stories including "Out Like a Light" (Analog, 4-6/1960) & "Occasion for Disaster" (Analog, 11-12/1960 1-2/1961). All of the stories were


The Water-Babies

Come read me my riddle, each good little man;
If you cannot read it, no grown up folk can.
Babies dangling fishing net

the same ease the whole book was composed. . . .
"A visit in 1858 to Mr. W. E. Forster in Wharfedale,

He looked up at the broad yellow moon . . . and thought that she looked at himFrontispiece
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He felt how comfortable it was to have nothing on him but himself68
"Oh, don't hurt me!" cried Tom. "I only want to look at you; you are so handsome"98
And Tom sat upon the buoy long days110
He felt the net very heavy; and lifted it out quickly, with Tom all entangled in the meshes124
Tom reached and clawed down the hole after him132
Mrs. Bedonebyasyoudid172
Mrs. Doasyouwouldbedoneby258

dry them, he said:
"Why, master, I never saw you do that before."
"Nor will again, most likely. 'Twasn't for

looked him too full and fierce in the face for that.
"Yes; I was there," said the Irishwoman quietly.[13]
"You are no Irishwoman, by your speech," said

run for their lives at the very first sight of them.
Grimes rang at the gate, and out came a keeper

last he took courage to ask the keeper what it was.
He spoke very civilly, and called him Sir, for he

the lime flowers.
"What are bees?" asked Tom.
"What make honey."
"What is honey?" asked Tom.
"Thou hold thy noise," said Grimes.
"Let the boy be," said the keeper. "He's a civil

if he bides with thee."
Grimes laughed, for he took that for a compliment.
"I wish I were a keeper," said Tom, "to live in

Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow, and dreaming pool;
Cool and clear, cool and clear,
By shining shingle, and foaming weir;

And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings,
Undefiled, for the undefiled;
Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child.

Dank and foul, dank and foul,
By the smoky town in its murky cowl;
Foul and dank, foul and dank,
By wharf and sewer and slimy bank;

Baser and baser the richer I grow;
Who dare sport with the sin-defiled?
Shrink from me,

The first book in the series of books by the author, "The Book of the Dead" is a collection of short stories and poems by the writer. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

The story follows Tom in his land-life as a climbing boy for a chimney-sweep and in his after-life as a water-baby, where he gains redemption from selfishness as well as from drudgery. On to his fantasy Kingsley grafts a series of digressions and comic asides, through which he comments on a range of contemporary issues.


The Quickie

copter buzzed closer.
"Don't see any landing space," the pilot said laconically.
Simon squinted down anxiously. The copters were lined up in neat

between them.
"Hover," Simon pleaded. "I'll jump."
"I could lose my license."
Simon reached into his pocket and drew out a handful of bills. "This is

stopped looking. It was not considered proper etiquette.
Rounding a turn in the corridor, Simon took the slidestair down one

satisfactory? Of course, you don't have to talk about them."
"They were fine. Just fine." Naturally, Simon did not tell the

Counselor about his flight from the police.
"How long will you be with us in New York?"
"I figure about three weeks. It depends on business, though. Might be a

looking for?"
"To tell you the truth, I haven't given it much thought yet."
"Splendid," the Counselor was delighted with the opportunity to expound

colorful folders from six stacks on his desk and handed them to Simon.
"The first," he went on, "is the newlywed Quickie. The red folder, Mr.

been married for no more than six months."
Simon examined the folder. On the cover was pictured a young man

You'd be suited to any type, with the exception of the grandmother."
"I don't want the grandmother, anyway," Simon told him. "You know, I

eager to discuss the theories of multiple marriage—"
"Most newlyweds are," the Counselor pointed out.
"Well, particularly so. And, of course, she must not be carrying a

torch for her honeymoon husband."
"That's rare these days, Mr. Grover."
"It happened to me once, in St. Louis. Had an awful time."
"Then she probably was a misfit. After all, the institution of multiple

relationships, though for the life of me I can't see why."
"They thought it was more secure," suggested Simon.
"But it isn't. In the old days, statistics proved that if a man or

people. It's rather horrible, isn't it, Mr. Grover?"
"I suppose so," said Simon, half-listening. All he needed now was the

you travel, but you also have the comfort and secur

The bestselling novel of the same name by author Simon Grover, "The Last Word" is a story of love and friendship. It is based on the true story of a young man who was married to a woman for six months.

When Lauren Stillwell sees her husband with another woman, her perfect world is destroyed. His betrayal turns her into a woman lusting for revenge. It was supposed to be a way to even the score. But Lauren's one night stand takes a shocking turn, and she witnesses an unbelievable crime. She's left torn between uncovering the truth and her fear that the truth may be unbearable. But either choice could cost her everything -- even her life. From the man the Sunday Telegraph called 'the master of the suspense genre' comes his steamiest, scariest novel since the No. 1 bestseller Honeymoon. The Quic


Anne

"Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy;
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy.
The youth who daily farther from the East
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day."

to any, he must stand or fall."—Emerson.
"Does it look well, father?"
"What, child?"
"Does this look well?"
William Douglas stopped playing for a moment, and turned his head toward

which she had hung on the wall over one of the small arched windows.
"It is too compact, Anne, too heavy. There should be sprays falling from

for Ash-Wednesday, Anne; there is nothing joyous about it."
"I did not notice that it was ugly," said the girl, trying in her bent

girl now stood irresolutely looking at the condemned wreath.
The sun was setting, and poured a flood of clear yellow light through

we must go home; the children will be waiting."
William Douglas played a few more soft strains, and turned round. "Well,

with critical gaze, "so you have put Miss Lois's wreath up there?"
"Yes; it is the only thing she had time to make, and she took so much

stroke of genius to place it there, Anne."
"Was it?" said the girl, her face flushing with pleasure. "But I was

thinking only of Miss Lois."
"I am afraid you were," said Douglas, with his shadowy smile.
The rough walls and beams of the chapel were decorated with fine

they not be the angels, singing over the parapet of heaven?"
Anne stood by her father's side, and listened. "Yes," she said, "I can

every mended pane in the windows. I am sorry I am so dull, father."
"Not dull, but unawakened."
"And when shall I waken?" pursued the girl, accustomed to carrying on

long conversations with this dreaming father, whom she loved devotedly.
"God knows! May He be with you at your wakening!"
"I would rather have you, father; that is, if

The story of a young girl who is aspired to be a writer, and whose dream is to become a poet.

18th century England-Fourteen-year old Anne Falkman is an arrogant, desperate orphan trying to live any way she can on the streets of London. Through her desolate, lonely years, a hope was born within her, the hope that fate would bless her and give her lasting happiness. Growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father, Anne has nurtured a fear of men. She also fears marrying and giving birth, which was the death of her mother and caused her father to go mad and violently hate his daughter. When a series of events gives Anne a chance for happiness, she takes it and achieves her dreams, but at wha


The Room with the Tassels (Pennington Wise, #1)

beyond, that would satisfy me.”
“Get messages how?” asked Braye.
“Oh, by a Ouija board, or some such way.”
“Ouija!” derided Landon; “that’s the biggest

every year!”
“Aren’t you going to school any more at all?”
“Dunno yet. Uncle Gifford says I am, I say

this week I haven’t seen him for years.”
“He isn’t your cousin, Vernie.”
“Same as. He’s a son of Uncle Gif’s half-brother,

clothed in a body,—that is an apparent body.”
“And raiment?” asked the old Professor.
“Yes, certainly. I never heard of a nude

them a jolt, they need it,—talking such rubbish!”
“Rubbish, Bruce? What do you mean by rubbish?”
“Why, all this ghost gabble——”
“How do you know it’s rubbish? Have you

friend, but it’s a case of first catch your house!”
“It’s got to be a nice house, and fairly comfortable,”

I expect to get all the profundity I want.”
[038]
“And I’m the girl to put the fun in profundity,”

sickly light.
Hester paused midway of the main corridor.
“What rooms you want?” she asked, uninterestedly.
“Give me a cheerful one,” wailed Milly. “Oh,

rang out like a clarion. “I see it! I see it all!”
[052]
She rushed across the hall and fell trembling on a

“You see that’s the room——”
A cry from Milly stirred Landon to action.
“Drop it, Stebbins,” he said, and took a step

a shriek that rang through the silent house.
[056]
CHAPTER IV
The Story of the House
From their nearby rooms Eve and Norma

her, “You little minx, I believe you did do it!”
[059]
“Don’t you look at me like that, Eve Carnforth!

knows was to be had for the pickin’, up here.”
“Get along to the story, Steb,” urged Landon.
“Yes, sir. Well, the Montgomery that built this

in his narrative.
“Go on,” said Landon, less brusquely than before.
[064]
Milly stirred nervously. “Don’t let him tell the

died than slep’ in that room again!”
“See a ghost?” asked Bruce, flippantly.
“Yes, sir,” and Stebbins looked straight at him.

to, the thing was gone.”
“Ever see her again?” inquired Mr. Bruce, conversatio

The story of a young woman who is a snobby, sexy, and a little bit smitten with the world.

A group of bored rich New Yorkers obsessed with the supernatural decide to spend a month in Black Aspens, a supposedly haunted mansion deep in Vermont's Green Mountains. A bizarre murder is rumored to have occurred there in an infamous room with tassels. Jokes about Ouija boards and seances abruptly halt when two members of the party are mysteriously struck down at afternoon tea. Were their deaths the result of supernatural forces? Or did they meet their demise due to a more human hand?
The Room with the Tasselsmarks the debut of occult detective Pennington 'Penny' Wise and his female sidekick


Adam Smith

he did what he could to unsettle the cobweb sciences.
Of Smith as a logician, John Millar, a member of

Candide ou L’Optimisme. I shall give you a detail of it.”
At last the badinage comes to an end with a warning

partake of its qualities, and be painful when that is so....
“It is always thought a difficult problem to account for the

has been erroneously described as a reprint of the first.[12]
62
As a matter of fact, the corrections and alterations

nor stock, you would do a piece of very great injustice.”
The only advantage to taxpayers of taxes on commodities

which had just paid a handsome tribute to the Theory.
In the notes of lectures, given as we have seen

the Policy of Europe,” and in a later criticism of universities.
During his stay in London Smith was in close

“If I have thoughts and can’t express ’em,
Gibbon shall teach me how to dress ’em
In form select and terse;
Jones teach me modesty and Greek,
Smith how to think, Burke how to speak,
And Beauclerk to converse.”

nothing but a hulk of bad and unclean humours.”
164
At last, on the 9th of March, An Inquiry into the

of a parish than an arm of the sea or a ridge of high mountains.
There is no city in Europe in which house rent is dearer

proportion to their respective abilities.
2. A tax should be certain, and not arbitrary.
3. A tax should be levied at the time and in the

apt to destroy the perspective and warp the judgment.
A man who snares facts is of all men the most likely

has called “the pure milk of the Cobdenic word.”
The Act of Navigation is the first of “the two cases

the price of a part of it, whatever else they have occasion for.
“What is prudence in the conduct of every private family,

frankness, he was rather pleased and flattered with it.”
At the end of the first week of August, Hume had

surely be high time for me then to be in my majority!”
Before the end of May a dark cloud came over

A
Alembert, 132, 139.
American colonies, 163, 176-9.
Aristotle, 6, 24

The first book in the series of books by the author, a collection of essays on the history of the United Kingdom.

In simple language, D.D. Raphael presents the systematic character of Smith's theory, its emphasis on and expanation of econmic growth, its advocacy of free trade, and its underlying philosophy of 'natural liberty'.


The Red and the Black

the time of the Emperor. So—but what does it matter?”
Henri Beyle was born in 1783 in Grenoble in Dauphiny, the son of a

to study privately in his solitary rooms.
In 1800 the influence of his relative M. Daru procured him a commission

and more precious manuscripts of the “human document.”
With the exception of a stay in Marseilles, with his first mistress

after life if they miss so signal an opportunity.
Disgusted by the Restoration, Stendhal migrated in 1814 to Milan, his

spite of some arrogance, is yet both honest and scientific.
And the life of this scoundrel, this ingrate, this assassin, certainly

life in the lonely circlings of a predatory hawk.
Julien’s enemies will no doubt taunt him with his introspection, while

once the difference between health and decadence, virility and hysteria.
One of the most essential features of the book, however, is the swing

narrates the most specific episodes in the chastest style imaginable.
Though too the sinister figure of the carpenter’s son looms large

actualities swung from the lived life on the written page.
The style of Stendhal is noticeable from its simplicity, clear and

fifty-nine in the full swing of all his mental and physical activities.
His later works included, La Chartreuse de Parme, Lucien, Leuwen

Spaniards, and are now in ruins.
Verrières is sheltered on the north by a high mountain which is one of

will see a big man with a busy and important air.
When he comes in sight all hats are quickly taken off. His hair is

own debts at the latest possible moment.
Such is M. de Rênal, the mayor of Verrières. After having crossed the

petty money-grubbing by which he is beginning to be suffocated.
He is told that this house belongs to M. de Rênal. It is to the

terrace in M. de Rênal’s gardens.
Proud man that he was, the mayor had none the less to negotiate with

neighbour to the tune of six thousand francs.
It is true that this arrangement was criticised by the wiseacres of the

obtained the ex

The book is a collection of short stories, poems and essays by the author.

A Major New Translation
The Red and the Black, Stendhal's masterpiece, is the story of Julien Sorel, a young dreamer from the provinces, fueled by Napoleonic ideals, whose desire to make his fortune sets in motion events both mesmerizing and tragic. Sorel's quest to find himself, and the doomed love he encounters along the way, are delineated with an unprecedented psychological depth and realism. At the same time, Stendhal weaves together the social life and fraught political intrigues of post-Napoleonic France, bringing that world to unforgettable, full-color life. His portrait of Julien and


Inevitable

quarters of Rome. One half of the house had formed part of a villino of the old Ludovisi Gardens, those beautiful old

sensation,” as she called it, and felt glad to be in Rome.
She saw a little old man limping towards her with the instinct of a

between the second and the third floor.
“Third floor!” cried the marchesa to some one below.
“Non c’e acqua!” the boy in

seemed natural—there was not enough water to move the lift.
The marchesa screamed out some orders in a shrill voice; two

the door of another room:
“And this one, signora?... How do you like this?”
“Is it south?”
“Almost”
“I want it full south.”
“This looks west: you see the most splendid sunsets from your

you get the most picturesque sunrises there.”
“No, marchesa.”
“Don’t you appreciate the beauties of nature?”
“Just a little, but I put my health first.”
“I sleep in a north room myself.”
“You are an Italian, marchesa, and you’re used to

said the marchesa, plaintively.
“I shall be glad to have these, marchesa.”
“Sixteen lire,” smiled la Belloni.
“Ten, as you wrote.”
“I could put two persons in here.”
“I shall stay all the winter, if I am satisfied.”
“You must have your way!” the marchesa exclaimed,

son. Would you like to sit next to them at table?”
“No, I’d rather you put me somewhere else; I don’t

bell rang; and, after powdering her face, she went downstairs.
She expected to be late, but there was no one in the dining-room and

lady, and disappeared again.
Cornélie looked around her and waited.
The dining-room was the original dining-room of the old villa, with

Cornélie. [8]
He bowed politely and began to eat his macaroni.
And this seemed to be the signal for the others to begin eating, for

little way across the table and almost whispered, in French:
“It’s amusing, isn’t it?”
Cornélie raised her eyebrows:
“What do you mean?”
“A cosmopolitan company like this.”
“Oh, yes!”
“You are Dutch?”
“How do you know?”
“I saw your name in the visitors’ book, with

included in

The story of a young woman who is a snobby, sexy, and a little girl who is in love with the man she loves.

Visions of death plague Jayne, who thinks watching her boyfriend die is the worst that could happen to her. But when she witnesses a murder, Jayne finds herself caught up in a dangerous world of intrigue and suspense.
As it turns out, she is not the only one doing the stalking. The killer is on to her, and all of her visions of the dying don't reveal how her life will end. Somehow, she must stop the murderer before he arranges Jayne's own inevitable death.


Alexander Hamilton: the Outsider

powers of the Union, this result was largely due.
If Cæsar, fighting the battles of Rome on[Pg 4] the frontier of Germany,

spoke more strongly to his sense of right and his well-ordered mind.
The great services of Hamilton were nearly all performed before he was

a private tutor, to pursue his studies in the manner which he wished.
The decision of Hamilton to take the side of the colonies in the

immediate neighborhood, the name still lingering in College Place.
Hamilton was soon at the forefront of the [Pg 10]fight for civil liberty,

French, to whom the other redoubt had been assigned.
While the war was still in progress Hamilton was looking ahead with

in July, to receive a report from a committee of Congress.
Congress in May, 1782, had taken into consideration the desperate

legislature as one of the members of Congress from New York.[Pg 18]
The impress of the organizing mind and far-sighted purposes of

given to the project by the Federal Congress.
Hamilton, although one of the three delegates from New York to the

should not be exclusively republican. He said on June 26, 1787:—
"I acknowledge I do not think favorably of republican government; but

government and have a negative on all state legislation.
Hamilton had no expectation that his plan would be adopted. What he

existing Constitution were parts of the plan of Hamilton.[Pg 31]
It was not the open preference which Hamilton expressed for the

Washington sought also to secure unanimity, and Hamilton declared:—
"I am anxious that every member should sign. A few by refusing may do

expected from the plan on the other?"
Such words had some weight, but not[Pg 36] enough to secure unanimity. All

document which was to found the government of the United States.
Hamilton returned to New York determined to use his utmost powers to

arguments afterwards printed under the title of "The Federalist."
Taking up point by point the provisions of the new Constitution,

world, and for meeting all the other

The first book in the series of books by American author and journalist William H. Macy, this is a collection of his most popular works.

Acclaimed biographer Jean Fritz writes the remarkable story of Alexander Hamilton, one of America's most influential and fascinating founding fathers, and his untimely death in a duel with Aaron Burr.
Born in the British West Indies, Hamilton arrived in New York as an "outsider." He fought in the Revolution and became Washington's most valuable aidede- camp. He was there with Washington, Madison, and the others writing the Constitution. He was the first Secretary of the Treasury as the country struggled to become unified and independent.
Fritz's talent for bringing historical figures to life i


Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners

The Substance of some Discourse had between the Clerk of
the Peace and myself; when he came to admonish me,
according to the tenor of that Law, by which I was in
prison.

Here followeth a discourse between my Wife and the
Judges, with others, touching my Deliverance at the
Assizes following; the which I took from her own
Mouth.

Some Carriages of the Adversaries of God’s Truth with
me at the next Assizes, which was on the 19th
of the first month, 1662.

p.
243POSTSCRIPT
In this his pilgrimage, God blessed
him with four children, one of which, named Mary, was
blind, and died some years before; his other children were
Thomas, Joseph, and Sarah; his wife
Elizabeth having lived to see him overcome his labour and
sorrow, and pass from this life to receive the reward of his
work, long survived him not; but in 1692 she died, to follow her
faithful pilgrim from this world to the other, whither he was
gone before her; whilst his works, which consist of sixty books,
remain for the edifying of the reader, and praise of the
author.
Vale.

The earliest known work of the aristocrats, the first to be published in the United States, is a collection of works by the author, including the "Anthony" and "Theodore" (the "Apocalypse"), which are a part of the "Secret of the Universe" series.

This book presents the ageless spiritual journey of one man into true Christian faith. John Bunyan relates his personal experiences of the crises that brought him to the end of himself and to the merciful God. From his conversion and through many trials and temptations, Bunyan reveals how the grace of God was extended to him.


April Fools (April, #2)

male, three female characters. Time, two hours.
A SCRAP OF PAPER. A comic drama in three acts. Six male, six

female characters. Time, one hour and a quarter.
NOT SO BAD AFTER ALL. A comedy in three acts. Six male, five

male, five female characters. Time, two hours and a quarter.
LONDON ASSURANCE. A comedy in five acts. Ten male, three female

Mr. Peter Dunnbrowne A gentleman with several marriageable daughters.
Mr. James Smith Who wants to buy a horse.
Mr. Joseph Smith An undertaker.

all been made the victims of an April joke.
COSTUMES.
Dunnbrowne.—Everyday suit.
James Smith.—Very loud "horsey" dress. Carries hat and cane.
Joseph Smith.—Shabby black suit, old black silk hat, black gloves,

r. and l. of table. Newspaper and letters on the table.
Dunnbrowne. (without) Well, good morning, my dears, (shows himself in

hastily puts the newspaper down—rises and shakes hands)
Smith. Good morning, Mr. Dunnbrowne, how do you do, sir; how do you

it? Very fine morning indeed.
Dunn. (aside) He doesn't seem at all bashful.
Smith. I beg your pardon? Ah, I thought you were speaking. You are

well, I suppose?
Dunn. Ye—yes, I am quite well, thank you, Mr. Smith, how are you?
Smith. I'm very well, sir, very well indeed; in fact I am never

is always full of them—servants usually are.
Dunn. (aside) Groom! he keeps a horse, then. He must be pretty well to

do. (aloud) Take a seat, sir. (they both sit, Dunn., l., Smith, r.)
Smith. Thanks. So you are desirous of disposing of Fanny, Mr.

of putting it, but I scarcely like to——(pause)
Smith. Oh, I quite understand your feelings, sir. You have grown quite

now, what are her good points? Is she good at jumping walls or fences?
Dunn. (aside) Walls! Fences!
Smith. Can she clear a five-barred gate nicely?
Dunn. (smiling) Well, er—I really could not answer that question.

Jumping is an accomplishment that I——(pause)
[Pg 8]
Smith. Perhaps you never tried her at that sort of thing. You ought to,

sir, it's fine sport. Th

The story of a young man who is a snobby, sexy, and a little bit spoiled by his parents. He is unable to find a job, and his mother is unsure of what to do.

Love. Hate. Fear. Fate.
All four letter words.
All consuming.
Naked to the eye, they have the power to control the heart and destroy the soul.
April Adams is about to experience them like never before.
When everything in April's life goes up in smoke, she is faced with some life changing decisions.
Join April as she continues her journey of love and loss.


Forest Friends

IMrs. Elephant's Moonlight Dance
II Old Lady Wildcat's Feast
III Mrs. Frog Changes Her Dress
IV Mr. Mocking-Bird and His Prize Song
V Mr. Raccoon's Oyster Supper
VI Mrs. Goose and Her Swamp Cousins
VII Mrs. Fox Steals One Egg Too Many
VIII Why Mrs. Frog Must Live in the Swamps
IX The Scare-Man Tree
X Mrs. Fox and the Eider-Duck Eggs
XI Sunny Gourd and Lady Trumpet-Vine
XII The End of the Timber Wolf
XIII The Travels of Prince Flamingo
XIV Prince Flamingo's Triumphant Return
XV Mother Fox's Hospital
XVI Why Mrs. Crow Is Black
XVII Mrs. Muskrat's Poor Relations
XVIII Mr. Wild Goose and Mrs. Grebe
XIX Baby Fox and Mrs. Bear
XX Christmas Eve
XXI Mother Rabbit's Advice to Her Babies
XXII The Mice and Baby Stork
XXIII Mrs. Bob-White and the Hunting Dog
XXIV Mrs. Polar Bear's Adventure

"At her special request, Mr. Frog played for her, not too fast, on his elegant flute"
"'Listen, listen, listen,' said the mocking-bird"
"While the gay old foxes were in the next room, Mrs. Rabbit slipped out"
"Off through the big woods the little foxes trotted gaily behind their mother"
"His mother was in a great state of delight over him, of course, and his stately father eyed him with approval"
"The birds met in a great meeting. Something had to be done"
"Fireflame gasped out his news in one breath"
"They grabbed the baby stork and dragged him down to the edge of the roof"

forthwith, as a committee on refreshments."
Mr. Tapir went on at great length, for all the animals loved to hear

beautiful words struck the animals as the finest they had ever heard.
"What oratory! Such a flow of London speech!" they whispered. And

something in my motion which is utterly lacking to the rest of you."
Now, Mrs. Elephant kept quiet. She knew what they thought of her. She

"that ungainly old cow of an elephant." She knew their ways and spite.
"But I shall get that prize," she grunted, as she trudged to her

into the hands of her sister-in-law, who was young and willing.

The saga of the foxes, the wolves, and the wolfpack is a story of two wolves and their adventures. The wolves are a group of wolves that have been relegated to the dungeons of the forest. They are able to survive in the wilderness, but they are not able for long. Their only hope is to find a way to escape from the swarms of wolfhounds.

Toddlers love Barney, and with 32 pages of forest animals to color, plus a page of full-color stickers, this is sure to be a favorite!
Barney and friends meet deer, squirrels, birds, and other friendly forest animals, in this coloring book with 32 coloring and activity pages. A page of full-color stickers adds to the fun.


The Poems

A lonely figure, ghostly in the dim
And darkening twilight, lingers in the shade
Of bending willows: "Surely God has laid
His curse on me," he moans, "my strength of limb
And old heart-courage fail me, and I flee
Bowed with fell terror at this augury."

The soul is satisfied. The spirit trained
For the divine, because the beautiful,
Now with the body gone, free and unstained,
Doubts swept away like clouds of scattering wool
Before a blast,—e'er Heaven's pure paths are trod
Is perfected to understand its God.

Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,
"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scorn
Would rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.
We feel, and see, and therefore know,—the morn
With blush of youth ne'er left us till it brought
Promise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"

THE light has left the hill-side. Yesterday
These skies shewed blue against the dusky trees,
The leaves' soft murmur in the evening breeze
Was music, and the waves danced in the bay.
Then was my heart, as ever, far away
With you,—and I could see you as one sees
A mirrored face,—and happiness and ease
And hope were mine, in spite of long delay.

After these months of waiting, this is all!
Hope, dead, lies coffined, shrouded in despair,
With all the blessings of the outer air
Forgot, 'neath the black covering of a pall.
Only the darkening of the woodland ways,
A heart's low moaning over wasted days.

THE world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er
Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when
For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen
Or wooded copse, and tried in vain to tear
The glamour from my eyes, and face the glare
And tumult of the busy world of men.
I staked my all, and won! and ne'er again
Can my blest spirit know a heart's despair.

And yet—and yet—why should it be that now,
When all my heart has longed for is at last
Within my grasp, and I should be at rest,
A ghostly Something rising in the glow
Of Love's own fire, an uninvited guest,
T

The first book in the series of books by author and illustrator David A. Reilly, which was published in 1897, is a collection of short stories and poems by A. A. Reilly. It is the first book to be published in the United States, and the second to be released in Canada.

Continuing the "Fear In Words" trilogy, The Poems were actually written before The Stories. While not nearly as gruesome as their predecessors, each work seeks to dig into the mind, heart and soul of the reader.


Fables for Children, Stories for Children, Natural Science Stories, Popular Education, Decembrists, Moral Tales

⚘ MORAL TALES ⚘ ⚘ ⚘
By COUNT LEV N. T́OLSTÓY
Translated from the Original Russian and Edited by
LEO WIENER
Assistant Professor of Slavic Languages at Harvard University

Stories From Physics:
[Pg vi]The Magnet  137
Moisture  140
The Different Connection of Particles  142
Crystals  143
Injurious Air  146
How Balloons Are Made  150
Galvanism  152
The Sun's Heat  156

Stories From Zoology:
The Owl and the Hare  159
How the Wolves Teach Their Whelps  160
Hares and Wolves  161
The Scent  162
Touch and Sight  164
The Silkworm  165

The Decembrists  181
On Popular Education  251
What Men Live By  327
The Three Hermits  363
Neglect the Fire  375
The Candle  395
The Two Old Men  409
Where Love Is, There God Is Also  445

The Fiend Persists, but God Resists  463
Little Girls Wiser than Old People  466
The Two Brothers and the Gold  469
Ilyás  472

"The clerk beat Sídor's face until the blood came" (The Candle, see page 397)        Frontispiece
"'Whose knife is this?'"  73
"'God will forgive you'"  81
"They rode off to the mountains"  96
"'Whither are you bound?'"  332
"But the candle was still burning"  403

The earliest known work of the aristocrats, and the first to be published in the United States, is a collection of works by the acclaimed author, William Shakespeare.

This book was converted from its physical edition to the digital format by a community of volunteers. You may find it for free on the web. Purchase of the Kindle edition includes wireless delivery.


Life of the Party

Author of Back Home, Old Judge Priest, etc., etc. Illustrated By James M. Preston New York George H. Doran Company

that you're jest a plain bedaddled ijiet?"            Frontispiece
"That's nice," spake the fearsome stranger. "Now stay jest the way you are and don't make no

peep or I'll have to plug you wit' this here gat"
Mr. Leary's gait became a desperate gallop, and as he galloped he shouted: "Wait, please, here I

of a military charity in which Mrs. Carroway was active.
It was somehow felt that this fostered a worthy spirit of wartime

and repeated. Always those to whom she spoke came right out and agreed with her.
Now it was getting along toward three-thirty o'clock of the morning

much was surplusage. Such was the opinion of the tenants one flight down.
So the party was practically over. Mr. Algernon[Pg 14] Leary, of the firm of

made the most of it, as the other saying goes.
Moreover, Mr. Leary had been the recipient of unlimited praise upon the

whut the hall man send word, suh."
Blanche had brought his overcoat along and held it up for him, imparting

"You surely were the life of the party!"
II
It was fine to have been the life of the party. It was not quite so fine

light snow—the first of the season—sifting down in large damp flakes.
Twice and thrice he repeated the address, speaking each time sharply and

of clutches and an abrupt jerk the taxi started north.
Wobbling though he was upon his perch the driver mechanically steered a

of long departed Knickerbocker families.
The street in which he stood, for a wonder in this part of town, ran a

glance about him, and then he turned on the culprit cabman with rage in his heart.
"See here, you!" he snapped crossly, jerking the other by the shoulder.

careening slant of the sleeper's form.
Well, there was nothing else to do but walk. He must make his way afoot

streamers floating jauntily down between his shoulders at the back.
For reasons which in view of this sartorial description should be

The first book in the series of novels by American author and journalist Roberta Leary, this is a collection of short stories that are based on the novel.

Contemporary Humorous Romance
Tags: Contemporary romance, small town romance, romantic humor
Ellie Marx celebrates anything and everything. Zach Resnick wants peace and quiet. With both stuck in the same house, it's a collision course that just might lead to love.


The Gigolo (Piedmont Passion, #1)

PAGE
The Afternoon of a Faun1
Old Man Minick34
Gigolo69
Not a Day Over Twenty-One106
Home Girl150
Ain't Nature Wonderful!188
The Sudden Sixties222
If I Should Ever Travel!259

tones from beneath a car: "Whatcha want?"
"Dame on the wire."
"I ain't in."
The obliging voice again, dutifully repeating the message: "He ain't

Park—wait a min't'—yeh—Hyde Park 6079, and any time after six at——"
"Wha'd she want?"
"Well, how the hell should I know! Says call Miss Bauers any time

between one and six at Hyde Park 6——"[Pg 3]
"Swell chanst. Swell chanst!"
Which explains why the calls came oftenest for Nick. He was so

give me a ring. I bet you was there all the time."
"Well, maybe I was."
Bewildered, she tried to retaliate with the boomerang of vituperation.
How could she know? How could she know that this slim, slick young

evasive, like quicksilver, though they did not put it thus.
Miss Bauers, goaded to revolt, would say pettishly: "You're like a

you do to him? Plenty. I ain't looking to be squashed."
Miss Ahearn, whose public position (the Hygienic Barber Shop. Gent's

you with me, let alone what else all is wrong with you."
In answer Nick would put one hand—one broad, brown, steel-strong hand

little shiver would run with icy-hot feet all over Miss Ahearn.
Nick was like that.
Nick's real name wasn't Nick at all—or scarcely at all. His last name

search of a slim, graceful, hurrying figure that never came.
It is difficult to convey in words the charm that Nick possessed. Seeing

and the lint ladies he designated as "thread pickers."
No; it can't be classified, this powerful draw he had for them. His

$40 a week. Miss Ahearn's silk stockings cost $4.50.
His unconcern should have infuriated them, but it served to pique. He

wheel was nothing short of wizardry.
He played the harmonica.
Each Thursday afternoon was Nick's half day off. From twelve until

and flirting in the breeze as he broke the speed regulations.
On this Thursday afternoon in July

The story of a young man who is a slick young evasive, and a little bit aloof.

Normally prim and proper Edythe Baudin inaugurates her introductory erotic romance series Piedmont Passions-set in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Northern Virginia, home to vineyards and horse farms-with her very first book The Gigolo. Randy Long is the male prostitute of the title, willing to provide his sexual amenities to men and women alike-for a suitable fee of course.
Randy's smile is critical to his image and appeal so we naturally first encounter him at the dentist. Dr. Alison is the disgruntled trophy wife of Dr. David Greenbrae and an eager candidate for Randy's seducti


White Fire

teeth tight and had said:
“It is my duty and I will.”
For a half hour he had permitted his mind to

his invitation to the unseen source of magic fire.
“Guess the spell’s broken,” he mumbled.
[16]
He waited a few minutes longer, then, switching

in the plant, his father’s old-time friend.
“What’s he want, sonny?” Johnny smiled.
“Don’t know; jes’ wants to see you at the

weapon, its owner cannot tell how it was made.”
“Then what good will—”
Mr. McFarland again held up his hand for

this afternoon as I instructed?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then you will be all right for tonight.”
“Easy,” answered Johnny slangily.
“Now, here,” they had paused in the center

one you are guarding is but one of them.”
“But—” Johnny began, then hesitated.
“But what? Come on; let’s hear what’s on

bar in the right-hand pocket of his blouse.
* * * * * * * *
“You say someone drove the traveling crane

to thump loudly, his breath to come quickly.
Dared he do it?
He put his hand to an electric switch by the

my old pal, Panther Eye?”
“The same,” smiled the other.
“But what are you doing here?”
“Been working here for a month. Got a way

“Not that at all, sir. I want to finish it to sell.”
[88]
“Sell it?” His employer stared.
“Yes, sir! I have a debt.”
“A debt?” The manager’s eyes registered

all right?”
“Yes, sir.” Johnny looked him in the eye.
“All right. Be back in my office here at this

over the engine, had been the slim stranger.
“Hey, there! What’s up?” Johnny had demanded.
[94]
“Tunin’ her up a bit. Why? What’s worry’n’

vehicle before. Now it was ready for the try-out.
“Track clear?” breathed Johnny.
[105]
“All clear,” Pant whispered back.
“All right; here goes!”
There followed a series of sudden sharp explosions.

pounds of coal, and you are away again.”
[111]
“Sounds like a dream,” Johnny had sighed.
“It is a dream—a dream that has come

the plane rose to circle once more.
Four times he attempted it; four times failed.
“Can’t do it. It’s no use!” Johnny san

A saga of the '70s and '80s, this novel is a tale of a young man who has been swept away by the world of the arts. He is unable to find his way back to the world he had come to see. He has been driven to the edge of the world by his father, who has a newfound respect for him. He must find his own way to the future, and to the past.

Past and present collide in Preston and Child's most thrilling novel ever . . .
WHITE FIRE
Special Agent Pendergast arrives at an exclusive Colorado ski resort to rescue his protegee, Corrie Swanson, from serious trouble with the law. His sudden appearance coincides with the first attack of a murderous arsonist who--with brutal precision--begins burning down multimillion-dollar mansions with the families locked inside. After springing Corrie from jail, Pendergast learns she made a discovery while examining the bones of several miners who were killed 150 years earlier by a rogue grizzly bear. H


The Adventures of Jimmy Skunk

except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
Republished in 1987
Illustrations by Harrison Cady
PRINTED AND BOUND IN CANADA

if Jimmy shouldn't know that he had anything to do with the joke.
As he sat there in a brown study, he happened to glance over on the

out to see what is going on."
So with one eye on the barrel where Jimmy Skunk was taking a nap, and

there. I must be ready to jump the very second he does."
It all happened just as Peter had expected. While seeming to be paying

about his quarrel with Peter.
"Go it, Peter! Go it!" he screamed excitedly. That was just like Sammy.
Peter did go it. He had to. He ran with all his might. Reddy grinned as

noticed an old barrel there lying on its side.
"I wonder if he thinks he can hide in that," thought Reddy, and grinned

and over so fast that he didn't have a chance to try.
Now Reddy didn't know who was in the barrel. He just knew by the sounds

hasn't been treated fairly, look out for him!18
And this time Jimmy was mad clear through, as he got to his feet and

he really is not to be blamed for feeling as he did.
Now Jimmy can never be accused of being stupid. He knew that an old

to see who could have played such a trick on him.
The first person he saw was Reddy Fox. In fact, Reddy was right close at

broken to pieces just as Jimmy got to his feet.
Now when Jimmy Skunk is angry, he20 doesn't bite and he doesn't scratch.

respects Jimmy and his rights.
He used it now, and he didn't waste any time about it. He threw some of

down the hill anyway," whined Reddy, when he could get his voice.
"Huh!" snorted Jimmy Skunk, who didn't believe a word of it.
"I didn't. Honestly I didn't," protested Reddy. "I ran against the

looked this way and that way, but there was no sign of Peter Rabbit.
"Huh!" said he again, turning his back on Reddy Fox and walking away

ground trying to get rid of that dreadful perfume.
When he reached the Green Forest he hurried over to the Laughing Brook

took

The first book in the series of books by the author of "The Last Book" (1996), "The First Book" is a collection of short stories written by the writer. It is based on the novel of the same name by the same author.

The Adventures of Jimmy Skunk is another in the long list children's books by the conservationist, Thornton W. Burgess. In this book, Jimmy Skunk has encounters with Reddy Fox, Peter Rabbit, Unc' Billy Possum and other acquaintances of his in the Green Meadows and Green Forest. Along the way, we learn some of the habits of Jimmy and his friends and we learn little lessons about life such as the importance of always keeping one's temper, keeping promises and not playing practical jokes. We are also treated to a philosophical discussion by Jimmy Skunk on the advantages of defensive weaponry. (Su


Brother Jonathan

friend? You are evidently new to these parts?”
“And it is an Irishman that I am.”
“The Lord forbid, but I am an Englishman.”
“Then we are half brothers.”
“The Lord forbid. What brings you here?”
“Storms, storms, and it is a shipwrecked mariner that

through a muscle. Have you been long in these parts?”
“Longer than I wish to have been. This is the land

nobody, and tries to make broken-up people over new.”
“And where does he live, your Honor?”
“At a place called Lebanon, there are so many

funerals of people who go to heaven.”
[4]
“That is my man. What are the blue-laws?”
“One of the blue-laws reads that married people

I am after, for sure. How does one get to his house?”
“The open road from Norwich leads straight by his

to him.”
“I am going back to England,” said Mr. Peters.
“Well, good-by is it to you,” said Dennis, and the

of birds, as the morning had been of songs of birds.
The sun of the long day fell at last, and the twilight

shone red behind the gray rocks, oaks and cedars.
Dennis sat down on the pine needles.
“It is a sorry tale that I will have to tell Brother

house with his hard knuckles, in real Irish vigor.
The Governor’s wife answered the startling knock.
“And faith it is a shipwrecked sailor. I am from the

Does not your goodman need a guard?”
“I had never thought of such a thing.”
“You are sending soldiers and food and cattle to the

O’Hay, which I am that, in the way of his duty.”
The tavern, which became an historic inn, where some

hurrah! and it is here I am in America!”
The landlord stood in the door.
“And who are you, my friend?”
“Dennis, your Honor.”
[10]
“And what brings you here?”
“Not the ship; for the ship went down. What brings

me here? My two legs—no——”
He paused, and looked reverent.
“The Hand Unseen. I came to enlist in the struggles

do such things some day.”
He looked out of the window, and suddenly exclaimed—“Look!”
A man on a noble horse was coming, flying as it

full of high spirit, and dashed

The story of a young man who is sent to the O'Hay, a small town in the English Channel, and whose life is a mystery.

SCIENCE DISCOVERED IT.
Tiny implants in the brain that enhanced intelligence and established mind-to-mind links between species that had previously been isolated and mute. Dogs, monkeys and man could communicate. Animals, and even severely retarded humans, could be taught complex tasks. Jonathan was the first human subject.
INTERTEL SEIZED IT.
The giant consortium that had funded the research presented the discovery as a boon for mankind ... and secretly planned to use it to rule the world.
JONATHAN AND HIS FRIENDS USED IT.With the mind-enhancing power that made them think and act as one, they