Lola

"This is my idea of the work I'd like to do for my living," said Mrs. Harlan with a yawn, as she tilted her sun-shade a little forward and settled herself deeper in the soft san...

Lola stood there, leaning against the partly-opened door, looking at them, with a smile of curious amusement on her face. Maria, after one long look, sank to her knees and hid h...

"Dick," said Mrs. Harlan, with extreme politeness, "I am perfectly willing that Lola should have all the best of it. I am used to that. I am quite prepared to admit that she is...

From her window, a few hours later, Lola could see her father as he turned in from Eighth Avenue and walked briskly toward the house. With him was a rather short, extremely anim...

"218 Murray Hill," Lola repeated impatiently into the telephone. "I have been waiting quite five minutes. Hello! Hello! Madam Zelya, please! This is Miss Barnhelm! Hello! Is tha...

Dick Fenway's apartment was a popular place for after-theatre parties, or any other description of informal evening merry-making. It was well within the "lobster belt," less tha...

Dr. Crossett looked at his friend anxiously and found, as he was prepared to find, that the Doctor seemed nervous and depressed, but when, after a few moments, Lola left them to...

They had been waiting now for a long time, patiently at first, but as the hours passed, and the lights began to come out along the Drive and in the windows of the apartment oppo...

On the following day the papers devoted a few lines to the accidental injury of a young girl, "Lola Barnhelm, daughter of Dr. Martin Barnhelm, a physician in good standing in th...

The old man lay back in his chair asleep. The morning sun beat against the drawn window shades, filling the room with a dim, almost cathedral light. An oil lamp, which had perfo...

"I am glad to know you, very glad!" He shook hands warmly with the young man and turned to where his daughter was standing, looking at them with a smile of interest. "Alice, thi...

"I am sure I don't know," replied Lola, turning from where she still stood by the window, and moving slowly across the room to him. "I am going to try your cocktail, John."

Doctor Martin Barnhelm had for over twenty years practised medicine in New York. Aside from the fact that he was thoroughly qualified for his profession, he had a gentle, kindly...

Maria poured out Mrs. Mooney's third cup, and leaving the tea-pot near at hand, left her to sit and sing the praises of the two doctors to Nellie, who from a lifelong experience...

It seemed to Dr. Crossett, waiting there in the room, with this silent old man, that John had been gone a very long time. It was almost morning now, five hours, time enough sure...

Mrs. Harlan called herself a widow, and if the definition of a widow is "a woman who has lost her husband," she held good claim to that title. Just how this loss occurred was, h...

"This," said Dr. Crossett to Lola, as they sat together in the window, looking out at the river and the endless procession of automobiles below them, "this is good! It is not Pa...

It was out now, and she was afraid to look at him. In spite of the dependence he had grown to have upon her, she was still very much in awe of him, and she dreaded to hear the r...

Dr. Crossett was finding it a difficult matter to keep from falling to sleep. The dinner had been stupid, even for a formal affair of this sort, where one scarcely expects to be...

"I cannot see what difference a few minutes can possibly make, nor can I see what this 'plain-clothes man,' as John calls him, can do when he gets here," said Lola impatiently.

"One moment, Miss Barnhelm!" Lola turned as she was about to enter the hotel, and found herself facing Alice Bradley, who had left the little group about Molly and had followed...

The old man sat in the same shabby chair, in the same little Eighth Avenue apartment where he had lived ten months before. He was dreaming again, although his eyes were open, an...