Simeon Tetlow's Shadow

IT was turning dusk in the office, though it was scarcely three o’clock and outside the sun was still shining, beyond the busy streets. The two men sitting on opposite sides of...

It was one of the worst wrecks the road had known. No one placed the blame. Those on the ground were too busy to have theories; and those at a distance had to change their theor...

“It is n’t that.” The boy spoke quickly, the puffs from the engine driving his words aside. Nothing could seem important except that great engine, panting to be off, and the ner...

“He ’s the man,” said Simeon promptly. “Rascal! Known him thirty years. He could n’t tell the straight truth if he tried--no more ’n he can walk straight.” His mouth shut grimly...

JOHN was not back at the office “within the week.” He forgot the office and Simeon Tetlow and Tomlinson. He had eyes only for a white face looking up to him from the pillow and...

It was a wonderful night. The deep September sky twinkled with stars and far below him, the city, dark and mysterious and sad, lifted its glimmering lamps. They broke the darkne...

Simeon stared at him a minute. Then he turned it aside with a motion of his hand. He leaned forward, speaking low and fast--“The directors--two weeks off--two weeks--I _must_ st...

The man hesitated a minute. Then he took the hand. “I should think I could give five hundred dollars’ worth of honesty--and I ’d like to give as much over as I can afford.” He s...

She nodded gravely. “They ’ll be glad--” Her finger was tapping at the mountain--“They ’ll _like_ to have the beautiful things come _pouring out_--” She spread her hands with a...

Her Scotch blood thrilled to the vague menace of the words. She pressed closer to him, her thin hands raised to his coat, grasping it on either side. She looked up into his face...

Simeon emerged from the wicket gate, looking about with happy glance. The popcorn boy, scurrying to his place, the lights flaring and blazing, cabmen shouting--it was beautiful-...