Short stories
The appetite for adventure grows by being fed. There was a night when Morley Smith, clubman and close to fifty years old, spurred by a chance book of fiction, let the check-boy at the club ease him into his eight-hundred-dollar fur-lined coat and sallied forth in a taxicab to...
The appetite for adventure grows by being fed. There was a night when Morley Smith, clubman and close to fifty years old, spurred by a chance book of fiction, let the check-boy...
2. Part 2“We came away from Watertown,” said the girl. “It was my fault; there was a boy--a young man--I wanted to punish because he had flirted with another girl, and Father had an offe...