The Thirteenth Man

One of the pedestrians, a young and athletic man, had climbed the bank nearer to him in a second, and was peering through a gap in the hedge, where nothing met his gaze but mile...

“Ah, well,” rejoined Uncle Robert, beaming. “Dryden says: ‘There is a pleasure sure in being mad, which none but madmen know.’ ‘The Spanish Friar’ it occurs in, I believe. It is...

Colonel Lane had been confiding in Mr. Burns, and perhaps it would be as well to give the gist of their conversation, as it bears upon the disclosures of the foregoing chapter.

The morning following the events of the last chapter, Philip was taking an early breakfast alone, preparatory to going into Robertson Street in quest of furniture for the bungal...

“Phyllis, if you are as good a walker as you used to be, won’t you go to Fairlight Glen by the East Hill with me? We could start directly after luncheon, and get to the Glen as...

On the day of the picnic Philip Barrimore hired a horse and rode over to Gissing. He had arranged for the bulk of his furniture to be delivered at the bungalow that evening, and...

“Well, Mrs. Le Breton, we have walked into a lion’s jaws,” remarked the man, pouring out a wine-glass of brandy and gulping it down. “That man who called is Philip Barrimore, an...

In coming to Gissing, Thomas Alvin had not had the remotest idea that the Barrimores lived at Hastings. It had been in London that his brother and Eweretta had met Philip, and i...

Philip Barrimore, in a penitent mood regarding grieving his sweet mother by going from under her roof, also regarding his irritability towards his good uncle, laid himself out t...

When Philip Barrimore reached the West Hill he strode along towards the entrance to St. Clement’s Caves and stood bare-headed near the small wooden lighthouse looking down at th...

When Mrs. Le Breton kissed Eweretta, it had been for her dead child’s sake, the child she had loved with all the passion of her soul, but with that spontaneous action a flood of...

August was a blazing month this year, and Philip, settled in his charming bungalow, found work almost impossible. Davis made iced coffee “enough to swim a ship,” he averred. But...

Phyllis Lane had become very exasperated. The Colonel’s irritability was phenomenal since that particular evening on which he had been rejected. He took his daughter severely to...

It was the habit of Mrs. Barrimore and Mr. Robert Burns to put off what they called their summer holiday until September. They hated to leave the beautiful garden at Hawk’s Nest...

They sat at a little distance from each other, she on a low couch, and he in a basket-chair. A table, on which stood a pink-shaded lamp, was between them. He began to speak of P...

September was nearly out. Mrs. Barrimore and Mr. Burns had been to Scotland, where the latter had a shooting-box situated amid magnificent scenery. They had returned to Hawk’s N...

Phyllis had received one letter from her husband--a cheerful letter, which touched only lightly on the dangers he was going to encounter in quelling the native rising--the purpo...

Mrs. Barrimore laughed girlishly. “Ah, Robert!” she said, “Bismarck also said, ‘A good speaker must be somewhat of a poet, and cannot therefore adhere mathematically to the trut...

Philip Barrimore did not have to undergo the annoyance of sitting at table with the man who had dared to want to marry this young man’s mother--not, at any rate, on the occasion...

In what the Kingdom of Heaven consists there are wide and varied opinions, but it is reserved to those who have retained, or attained, the heart of a little child to see it.

Dan Webster stayed on at the bungalow till the evening shadows gathered, and during the whole time Miss Le Breton had formed the subject of conversation, which finally developed...

After Philip Barrimore and Dan Webster had quitted the garden at the White House, Mrs. Le Breton slipped her arm through Eweretta’s and led her to a sequestered spot, where a wo...

“MY DEAR MRS. BARRIMORE,” Colonel Lane’s letter began, “I may remain here some time. Poor Henderson has rallied for the moment, but he seems to find my companionship a comfort,...

“Possibly Miss Le Breton was never insane at all, but only hysterical,” suggested Philip. “She struck me as a perfectly normal young woman. But whether she is or is not, Dan is...

Mr. Burns’s portrait was finished, but Dan was still an inmate of Hawk’s Nest, for not only had Eweretta consented to sit to him for his Madonna, but he had been commissioned by...

Eweretta was not destined to be so completely isolated after all, for one fine afternoon Mrs. Pickett took a sudden resolve, and putting on her “best things,” walked across the...

About this time Annie Barrimore began to be anxious about the health of Phyllis. Phyllis was piqued; she lost her appetite; moreover, she had grown distinctly snappish, when she...

Nothing had happened during those days when Dan Webster had made the two pictures of Eweretta--that is, nothing had happened that either the painter or the model could single ou...

Dan Webster had never found Vine Cottage, Dulwich, quite so depressing as after he returned there from his last visit to Hastings. He had not gone straight home, but had made a...

They were in the studio after coming back from Rosendale Road. Mrs. Webster had retired for the night, and Miss Linkin was waiting up to see “lights out,” an aggravating habit s...

Colonel Lane and Dan Webster were in the studio of the latter, enjoying an after-dinner cigar. Isabel was correcting school-books in the dining-room under difficulties, but she...

Colonel Lane had not advised his friends of his coming, as he had a sort of Sherlock Holmes idea that he might make a discovery or two by coming without warning.

Determined to put a stop to the visits of Miss Phyllis to the bungalow at Gissing, he got up early and took the young lady’s cycle home, and locking it in a shed, removed the ke...

Phyllis Lane, on reaching home, went at once to bed. The next morning she did not come down, so Mrs. Ransom went up to her room--to find the door locked.

Philip, as a matter of fact, had been to his publishers and received a big check due to him, and then had taken a bedroom at the Adelphi Hotel. It was the first time he had stay...

“Then it is true,” pronounced Uncle Robert. “How are we to tell him?” (He referred to Colonel Lane, who was lying down in the drawing-room. They were in the dining-room.)

When Philip Barrimore had accepted Colonel Lane’s apology and his hand, it had been an act of weariness and pity rather than an accepting of new relations. He was so jaded by an...

It was on the tenth of November that Philip Barrimore received a letter from Dan Webster. That was about a fortnight after the fire at the bungalow, and Philip, who had refused...

“I could not help listening,” the woman half apologized with a good-humored smile. “You see, I am so ‘dead nuts’ on things psychic, and I can tell you gentlemen a _re_-markable...

It had been an ideal week to Mrs. Barrimore, for Philip had shown her so much affection. Philip had always had a deep love for his mother, even when he had wounded her, but in t...

Mrs. Webster and Miss Linkin had been much upset by Dan’s going to the White House. Of course, it could have but one meaning. That “Canadian minx” had laid snares for him. They...

Miss Le Breton began to be a much-talked-of young woman in Hastings, and even Bexhill, on account of her wonderful horsemanship. She, with her uncle, had gone to the first meet...

There had been a military funeral at the cemetery at Ore. It was the band-sergeant of the Rifles, who had served in the local Artillery and Rifles for thirty-four years, and he...

Philip returned to Hawk’s Nest by runs and leaps, a thing so unusual with him--for Philip was naturally indolent--that when his uncle, who was instructing the gardener about som...

Philip Barrimore realized that in leaving Hawk’s Nest he had not only done it of his own free will, but against the wishes of all concerned. Now, though he could certainly go ba...

Was it an accident that when Philip presented himself at the White House Miss Le Breton should be alone to receive him? If so, it was a pretty lucky accident, thought the young...

“‘All’s well that ends well,’” quoted Mr. Burns from his easy chair. “So it’s a boy, and mother and son doing well, eh? And what does Philip say? Doing the proud father? Eh, what?”