The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and Women

Stretching out his stout saw-log legs and settling his big shoulders into the soft cushions made by the sacks, his mind went back to the old sawmill,--Baker's Mill,--and the dam...

"After a while I got so lonely I couldn't stand it any longer. So about six o'clock I started out to dine alone somewhere--some place where I had no associations with any one of...

Instantly the absurdity of the companionship broke upon me. What possible comfort, I thought, could a man like the captain take in so tiny a creature? It was the lion and the mo...

"The officer says I am to share your room," began Sister Teresa in a trembling voice. "Don't think me rude, please, but I don't want to share your room. I want to be alone, and...

And it had been--and with it there had oozed out of my mind every drop of my former suspicion. There was another side that he was hiding from us, but it was the side of tenderne...

Four months passed. The ice was out of the river; the steam heat had been turned off in the high building and the two time-worn awnings had been fixed to my windows by the oblig...

I was in the bow of the gondola when the first of these two pins found its place on the chart, working away like mad, trying to get the exact shadow tones on a sun-flecked wall....

Some three years before the site had been marked by a spindle bearing an iron cage and fastened to a huge boulder known as Shark Ledge Rock, and covered at low water. The unload...

Pudfut, in contrition of his offence, wrote his English friend Lord Something-or-other, who owned the yacht, and who was at Carlsbad, begging him to run up and see the "best eve...

"Francesco has not stopped one minute since the wedding. He has been talking to the fish-people,--to everybody on the side street, saying that Loretta was his old shoes that he...

With the lifting of the curtain on the third act, the scene shifts. No more Sweet Waters, no more caiques nor stolen interviews, the music of hot kisses drowned in the splash of...

THE VEILED LADY OF STAMBOUL LORETTA OF THE SHIPYARDS A COAT OF RED LEAD MISS MURDOCK,--"SPECIAL" THE BEGUILING OF PETER GRIGGS MISS JENNINGS'S COMPANION SAM JOPLIN'S EPIGASTRIC...

But there is something more in this coffee-room--something that neither Mynheer Boudier of the Bellevue nor any other landlord in any other hostelry, great or small, up and down...

When the results of this last well-intentioned effort with its disastrous consequences became clear to the Goat, that spotless gentleman leaned back in his chair, threw hick his...