Lot & Company

ALL would have happened differently for Bellair had he been drowsy as usual on this particular Sunday afternoon. The boarding-house was preparing for its nap; indeed already hal...

BELLAIR regarded himself as an average man; and after all perhaps this was the most significant thing about him. He was not average to look at--the face of a student and profoun...

BELLAIR had to wait less than two days in Savannah, for the _Jade_ had made a pretty passage. Impressions rushed home too swift for his mind to follow, as he stepped aboard from...

BELLAIR was athirst. The fact that he had taken a deep drink less than a half-hour before, did not prevail altogether against it. In the very presence of Stackhouse there was a...

THE woman awed him quite as much as in the open boat. The turning of her profile to the sea had for Bellair a significance not to be interpreted exactly, but it had to do with f...

BELLAIR reached New York on a mid-May morning from the west, and walked up Seventh avenue to his old room. It was a time of day that he had seldom known the street and step. The...

THE hard thing was to get Honolulu behind. The first seven days at sea was like a voyage to another planet. Bellair could lose himself in the universe, between the banging of th...