The Beauty and the Bolshevist

The editor of that much-abused New York daily, _Liberty_, pushed back his editorial typewriter and opened one letter in the pile which the office-boy—no respecter of persons—had...

That same morning, about ten o’clock, Mr. William Cord was shut up in the study of his house—shut up, that is, as far as entrance from the rest of the house was concerned, but v...

As they drove back she revealed another plan to him—she was taking him for a moment to see a friend of hers. He protested. He did not want to see anyone but herself, but Crystal...