August First

"The night wind idling down the dusty street"--You do make patterns out of the dictionary which please me. But I know that irritates you, for words are not what you are paying a...

My dear Mr. McBirney [the girl began], did anybody ever tell a story about a big general who limbered up his artillery, if that's the thing they do, and shouted orders, and crac...

Seven months ago! He would have followed her to Germany. He laughed at the thought that she believed herself hidden from him. The world was not big enough to hide her. What was...

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If you really thought that all there is to life is that part of it we have here in this world--if you believed that--then what you contemplate doing would be nothing worse than...

"Ah, you'll find it grows irksome to be coddling one's own soul indefinitely," he confided to me with the pretty gentleness which breaks through his Scotch manner once in a whil...

And then the girl whose name was Hope smiled up at him through a rainbow, for there were tears in her eyes. "No," she answered, "no." And with that he caught her in his arms: he...