Lonesome Town

At exactly ten of the clock next morning Peter Stansbury Pape, Esquire, garbed in the form prescribed by the chart on the wall of his Astor suite, was admitted for the second ti...

Central Park, even with its horde of transitory inhabitants, looked more than ever like home to Peter Pape this late afternoon. Feeling the necessity of a private conclusion or...

Pape's ride down from the height of No-Man's Land was rapid as his advisedly devious course would allow--rapid from his desire to communicate his steer-led discovery to Jane Lau...

"Mr. Pape has been painting your picture with a brush dipped in colors of the Yellowstone," observed Curtis Lauderdale as he sipped the fragrant amber brew which his daughter ha...

The greatest of parks has its bright sides, many-faceted as the Kohinoor, croquet grounds for the old, benches for the parlorless tenement young, shaded arbors for the love poss...

With the stealth of a Blackfoot brave, Peter Pape approached the powder cart in temporary use as a rostrum. Jane he had left where her safety no longer troubled him. His entire...

Pape, standing within arm-reach of the handle, felt something hard and cold slipped into his grasp; realized that Jane had re-armed him; appreciated her mute suggestion that it...

At ten o'clock next morning a taxicab carrying three fares drew out of the Fifth Avenue "pass" and stopped before the Sturgis house. A woman and one of the men alighted. The sec...

Before the desk sergeant of a metropolitan police station friendship usually ceases. It did tonight in the Arsenal, otherwise the 33rd Precinct. By not so much as the ghost of a...

The Sheepfold in Central Park is a U-shaped structure of red brick walls and a low roof that is mostly gables. One of the wings is winter quarters for the Dorset flock. The conn...

HAD Peter Pape been at home in Hellroaring the late afternoon of this crowded day in New York, he doubtless would have saddled Polkadot and climbed to some lonely mesa for medit...

"I can't see how my affairs concern you. How dare you question me? Why are you around, anyhow, here and at the---- How did you happen to open that safe so easily? Who and what a...

Really surprising was the detailed topographical knowledge which the western trail-blazer had acquired during recent adventures. He picked their way through the tumbled terrain...

Pape, the while, had grown most anxious to know the exact whereabouts of the young woman in the case. He found it nervous work, this expecting her appearance every minute--this...

Often the entrances to Central Park had spanned a couple of thousand miles for Peter Pape and his "Friend Equus." Now it seemed to do as much for the Montana bovine. In the expa...

Reaching the box which, according to his count of doors, should contain her, Peter Pape tried the door; opened it; stepped into and across the small cloak-room; looked through t...

"At times, dar-rling, you get too terribly eccentric for even me to--to swallow." She gulped at the midway modified metaphor. "If you'd sent me a bunch of orchids now, by way of...

Perhaps never had Peter Pape felt in more of a rush to reach any given spot. Yet, once there, he seemed in a greater rush to get away. Scarcely did he pause in his brisk walk al...

By way of excuse, why not realize on that well-bred dare of Aunt Helene--why not make good on his agreement to match the Sturgis coat-of-arms with that of the house of Pape?

Not until the police court arraignment, held shortly after the prescribed hour next morning, had Peter Pape been impressed by the personality and power of ex-Judge Samuel Allen....

Not until Jane was finishing an account of his disposal of the "grave-diggers" did Pape feel sure that the splendid old man was blind. Suspicion had come from the uncertainty wi...

Peter Pape swung from the saddle and, pulling the reins over Polkadot's head, led the law's "strong arm" down the heights over the way he had ascended on horseback. A glance int...

Peter Pape sighed a chestful of relief. They pulled on like ordinary pants. But of course that was what they were expected to do. Weren't they direct from the work room of the m...

A man of action does not loiter all evening returning his own howdy-doo to himself--not in his first evening outfit. At Forty-second Street Pape cast a last look at the sign in...

"Sixty-fourth and Central Park East. Otherwise Fifth Avenue, boss." The driver of the pink-and-gray made the announcement through the open window behind the wheel seat as he dre...

The great audience caught its breath and hopefully returned attention to the affairs of the French actress who so had shocked and fascinated them at the first act's end. Strippe...

The trail spilled into a pool of shadows at the bottom of the gorge. As if doubtful of following it, the lone rider in chaps and a flannel shirt drew up for a "breathing." This...