Enoch Crane

Joe Grimsby stood on the door-mat--a very shabby and badly worn door-mat, I must say--trying to fit his key into the tiny slit which, properly punctured, shot back the bolt whic...

Moses was having a busy day. The front hall was packed full with a heterogeneous mass of miscellaneous furniture, the sidewalk littered with straw packing, kitchen utensils, emp...

All the way to his office, Joe was planning for a better acquaintance with the girl on the first floor. He had had but a glimpse of the mother, but even that brief insight had c...

The stranger in passing Enoch Crane on the street would have been likely to have turned and said: “There goes a crusty old gentleman”--he would not have omitted the word “gentle...

Since the coming of the Fords the house in Waverly Place had awakened. Sue’s presence had had its effect from cellar to roof. No sunbeam that ever smiled into a dungeon could ha...

The fact that Enoch Crane returned Ebner Ford’s call a week later, proved that whatever his opinion might be of his neighbor, he felt in duty bound to return his visit. In matte...

The ever-watchful eye of the liveried servant in charge of the door of the club, whose duty it was to recognize a member from a visitor and receive him accordingly past that exc...

Rose Van Cortlandt was in her element. She had been spending her husband’s money indefatigably these last few days over the final preparations for her second musicale, which fiv...

Life tragedies happen swiftly, with a simplicity that is appalling. People seldom scream; they stand agape, or rush out of the house, dragging back a doctor who can do nothing,...

Miss Jane had gone out. She had taken her purple parasol with her to Stuyvesant Square, where the sun this March afternoon glistened on its faded fringe, and sent the saucy brow...

Now it happened that Sue had come in fresh and rosy from a walk, glowing with health this fine April afternoon, and had brought Pierre Lamont home with her. There is no secret a...

Ever since that memorable tea at Enoch’s, when he had covered Sue’s hand with his own in the twilight, and sat there under the spell of her voice, Joe had been working like a be...

A roar of laughter broke from the big front room as Enoch crossed the club’s hall. The volley of hilarity came from a group of men seated around a small table littered with eigh...

She had slipped up from the kitchen to the top-floor landing unseen, and had chosen a spot on the faded carpet to complete her morning toilet, warmed by a sunbeam that pierced t...

South Street had more to do with seafaring men than lawyers. It was a strange thoroughfare along which to have searched for a legal adviser. Enoch’s office, which we have alread...

Gossip, that imaginative, swift-footed, and altogether disreputable slave of Hearsay, who runs amuck, distributing his pack of lies from one telltale tongue to the next eager ea...

She had been waiting for him at the top of the stairs, had been waiting for him, indeed, half the morning, and now at the sound of his key in the lock of the front door, slippin...

Joe Grimsby had gone to the woods--to the very heart of the Adirondack wilderness, an old stamping-ground of his--primitive enough in these days, long before the millionaire and...

That the distinguished young architect, Mr. Joseph Grimsby, was about to throw himself away for life to marry a little nobody--a girl who sang for a living--was beyond their exc...

Matilda had knocked at Enoch’s door this crisp September morning and, getting no response, felt for his key under the mat, found it, and entered. To her surprise, not a chair or...

Enoch lay in his berth, reading. Every little while her bow buried itself under a great wave. Some burst upon her fore-deck, with the boom and vibration of big guns, her bow obl...