Tom Watson's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, March 1905

While this banter had been passing among the company in the great oak library below, Miss Mettleby lay on her little white bed where she had flung herself in a deeper and sterne...

The girl who entered as he spoke had come into Mrs. Fair’s employ as a governess from a Somersetshire parsonage. She was tall, carried herself with the unconscious ease of one w...

“Quick! For God’s sake, Janet, get to your room!” he said, trying to make her comprehend what he meant, but she only stared at him vacantly, her white face filled with terror an...

The man who now came in was that lovable, unlucky, wonderfully clever Dick Travers, who was forty and a failure when a manager, miraculously experiencing a lucid interval, broug...

“Good evening, good evening, everybody,” blustered old Sir Nelson, with a red face and a warm heart. “And, Fair, my lad, I see that those shares that you put me into behaved rat...