Oh, Money! Money! A Novel

There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the possessor of twenty million dollars. He was a tall, spare man, with a fringe of reddish-brown hair encircling a b...

The common marked the center of Hillerton. Its spacious green lawns and elm-shaded walks were the pride of the town. There was a trellised band-stand for summer concerts, and a...

At the top of the stairs Benny tried to open the door, but as it did not give at his pressure, he knocked lustily, and called “Aunt Jane, Aunt Jane!”

Very promptly the next morning Mr. John Smith and his two trunks appeared at the door of his new boarding-place. Mrs. Jane Blaisdell welcomed him cordially. She wore a high-neck...

It was the next afternoon that Mr. Smith inquired his way to the home of Miss Flora Blaisdell. He found it to be a shabby little cottage on a side street. Miss Flora herself ans...

“Yep! A feller can take some comfort at Aunt Maggie’s,” continued Benny, trudging along at Mr. Smith’s side. “She don’t have anythin’ just for show, that you can’t touch, like ’...

“Nothin’. I was only thinkin’. I hoped she was. Aunt Maggie don’t have nothin’ much, yer know, except her father an’ housework—housework either for him or some of us. An’ I gues...

DEAR NED:—I’m glad there’s only one more month to wait. I feel like Santa Claus with a box of toys, held up by a snowdrift, and I just can’t wait to see the children dance—when...

In the living-room were gathered Mr. Frank Blaisdell, his wife, Jane, and their daughter, Mellicent. Mellicent’s cheeks were pink, and her eyes more starlike than ever. Mrs. Jan...

The days immediately following the receipt of three remarkable letters by the Blaisdell family were nerve-racking for all concerned. Held by Mrs. Jane’s insistence that they wer...

It was not long after this that Mr. Smith found a tall, gray-haired man, with keen gray eyes, talking with Mrs. Jane Blaisdell and Mellicent in the front room over the grocery s...

Early in December Mrs. Hattie, after an extended search, found a satisfactory home. It was a somewhat pretentious house, not far from the Gaylord place. Mrs. Hattie had it repap...

The James Blaisdells had moved into the big house near the Gaylord place. Mrs. Hattie had installed two maids in the kitchen, bought a handsome touring car, and engaged an impos...

It was certainly a gay one—that holiday week. Beginning with the James Blaisdells’ housewarming it was one continuous round of dances, dinners, sleigh-rides and skating parties...

“Nonsense, you’ve just got home!” he exclaimed. “Hillerton’ll be a vacation to you all right. Besides, I want my family together again. I haven’t seen a thing of my children for...

In August Father Duff died. Miss Flora came home at once. James Blaisdell was already in town. Hattie was at the mountains. She wrote that she could not think of coming down for...

Christmas again brought all the young people home for the holidays. It brought, also, a Christmas party at James Blaisdell’s home. It was a very different party, however, from t...

True to his promise, Mr. Smith “tried” Mr. Frank Blaisdell on “the ancestor business” very soon. Laboriously he got out his tabulated dates and names and carefully he traced for...

It was when his duties of secretaryship to Miss Flora had dwindled to almost infinitesimal proportions that Mr. Smith wished suddenly that he were serving Miss Maggie in that ca...

My dear Ned:—Wasn’t there a story written once about a fellow who created some sort of a machine man without any soul that raised the very dickens and all for him? Frank—Franken...

The first time Mr. Smith saw Frank Blaisdell, after Miss Maggie’s news of the forty-thousand-dollar loss, he tried, somewhat awkwardly, to express his interest and sympathy. But...

Two days after Fred Blaisdell had returned from college, his mother came to see Miss Maggie. Mr. Smith was rearranging the books on Miss Maggie’s shelves and trying to make room...

Miss Maggie, dropping her hands and starting up at his entrance, caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror in front of her. With a furtive, angry dab of her fingers at her wet...

“Of course,” he began with a sigh, “I’m really not out of the woods at all. Blissfully happy as I am, I’m really deeper in the woods than ever, for now I’ve got you there with m...

Early in July Mr. Smith took his departure from Hillerton. He made a farewell call upon each of the Blaisdell families, and thanked them heartily for all their kindness in assis...

In the library of Mrs. Thomas Tyndall’s Chicago home Mr. Stanley G. Fulton was impatiently awaiting the appearance of Miss Maggie Duff. In a minute she came in, looking charming...