Joan and Co.

The New York social season in which Miss Joan Fairburne made her début was not more than half finished before the quizzical smile in the dark eyes, half closed above a slightly...

Joan Fairburne sat before the long cheval mirror while Henriette did up her rich black hair. If Dicky Burnett could have seen her expression at this moment, he would have known—...

The wonder is not that Chance should seem to be the exception to the orderly rule of life, but that except by Chance lives should ever move in an orderly way. If it were possibl...

The afternoon at Delmonico’s was speeding, and with every passing minute Dicky was becoming more impatient and Joan more willful. She seemed to be taking almost the delight of a...

When Devons regained consciousness there were a great many things he could not understand—a great many things, in fact, that, had he the strength, he would have been ready to ar...

This went on for three or four days; and, with nothing to do but eat and sleep and in between whiles to lie at languid ease, Devons grew stronger and stronger, and all the minor...

Dicky Burnett called at the Fairburne house every afternoon following the accident, and was informed daily by the functionary at the door, whom up to now he had rather liked, th...

Joan had been staying a great deal in her room for the past week. It was partly upon the advice of Dr. Nichols, and partly upon the advice of her mother and father; but it is ve...

It was so trivial a matter to mention that Nurse Ware, who sat in the farther corner of the room knitting and trying to look both deaf and dumb, involuntarily raised her eyes.

Burnett Senior, one evening early in February, sat in his library after dinner, as was his custom, and, lighting a stogie, adjusted himself comfortably in his big leather chair,...

As soon as Devons was out of bed and dressed and able to walk around the house, Nichols found it quite impracticable to enforce hospital rules of any sort. Give a man like Devon...

Left alone, Joan tried to review calmly the situation which had developed so unexpectedly and dramatically. She had acted quite on the spur of the moment. Indeed, looking back u...

Devons had no business to be impatient because Joan remained below with a visitor three quarters of an hour. Considering the fact that only a few hours before he had rather igno...

There was pumpkin pie on the _carte de jour_ that Thursday. Offhand one might have said that nothing was less likely to influence the lives of half a dozen residents of New York...

It was this same Thursday, too, that Joan came to the house to tea. She came at four o’clock looking radiant. It was a proud moment for Dicky when he introduced her to his mothe...

Dr. Nichols relieved Devons from the burden of most of his bandages on Sunday, and the latter, on Monday, after paying his respects to Mrs. Fairburne, left the house in the same...

From a purely business point of view the letters Joan received from Devons, during the next few weeks, were wholly satisfactory. No promoter could have asked in a new enterprise...

Joan sat back in the machine by the side of Henriette, with a feeling of tenseness amounting almost to exhilaration. The thing she was daring thrust, into the background, for a...

Devons awoke at odd times during the night, and every time he did so Arkwright got up from the chair where he was sleeping, lighted the alcohol lamp and brewed a tin dipper of b...

Burnett senior sat in his office leaning forward in his chair and drumming nervously on the desk. Every now and then he glanced at his watch, then uncertainly toward the hat-rac...

It was obvious to Joan that it was no more than fair and right that her mother should know what she had undertaken, and yet, secure as she was in her own mind, it was both a dif...

The thing Devons had evolved was a patent-leather finish at least fifty per cent less liable to crack than any on the market, produced at four fifths the cost of the Burnett pro...

Thereby he beat Joan by at least ten seconds, which is a wide margin when one stops to consider that races are often won by the fraction of a second. She had sprung from her sea...

Dicky Burnett left about the middle of March for Palm Beach. It was his father’s suggestion, and Dicky fell in with it principally because it would give him a legitimate excuse...

The other was from Craig, chief consulting chemist of the firm. It was a detailed analysis of sample number 8472, forwarded on March 8th. The most significant line was this:

The plant of the Devons Manufacturing Company was running to capacity, such as that was. Devons was working twelve hours a day trying to fill his orders—orders that came in unso...

The story Moran had run into was bigger than he anticipated. As a rule the layman’s conception of what makes good reading does not measure up to professional standards, but in t...

It being a fair, clear day with a touch of spring in the air, Dicky took his father’s arm and escorted him on foot half the distance to the office. As a consequence they did not...

Joan obeyed the message she had received at the office from Devons to the extent of going back home and waiting there two hours for him. She spent most of this time in her room...

Dicky led his father through the outer office of Toole & Co. and out to the street. The man bore heavily on his arm. In spite of that Dicky said, “I guess we’d better walk a lit...

“Not Forsythe, perhaps, but there are others. The city is full of them—of men and women eager to give an evil turn to situations of this sort. I didn’t think of it until Forsyth...

It was the office boy who found Forsythe. When the lad came in that morning to perform his usual tasks he saw the man in his chair leaning forward with his head on his desk as t...

It was Hartley’s proposition. He rang up Devons and asked him to drop in at the office that afternoon. There had been a delay in the last consignment of enamel, and this had set...

For a week Joan tried at odd times to get hold of Dicky, but as near as she could make out, there was not a busier man in New York. In just what way he was busy she could not di...

When Dicky strolled in at eight, his old immaculate, nonchalant self, it was hard for her to believe that he was the same man she had seen a few hours before smudge-covered and...

Under the spur of Hartley and Starling, Devons found himself working as hard as he had ever worked in his life. In the flood of new orders that came in there was no help for it....

Devons went from Delmonico’s direct to the ticket-office and engaged his ticket and parlor-car accommodations for that night. With a vicious relish he took an entire drawing-roo...

It was at least a novelty for Joan to find it impossible to get hold of Dicky when the desire seized her to talk with him. Under ordinary circumstances she would have found it h...