Wanted: A Husband. A Novel

OUT OF ORDER! pertly announced the placard on the elevator. To Miss Darcy Cole, wavering on damp, ill-conditioned, and reluctant legs, this seemed the final malignancy of the me...

SUCH demoniac attributes as Mr. Andy Dunne might possess lurked in the background on the occasion of Darcy’s first visit. Smothering her misgivings, the girl had mounted the ste...

THE voice sounded, fresh and brisk from behind the portals of the Fifty-Sixth Street eyrie. It was followed by a rapid succession of floppish noises which fell strangely upon th...

SELFISHNESS,” says that wise and happy and altogether radiant person, Gloria Greene, “comes from lack of vitality. Most people haven’t enough capital stock of vigor to live on c...

AFTER that one exclamatory lapse from Briticism, the tweed-clad man sat speechless, struggling to regain command over his shattered sensibilities. In this laudable endeavor he w...

HAD Andy Dunne’s surmise been laid before Darcy, it might have brought sorely needed encouragement to her soul as the regenerative process went on. True she had presently passed...

FOR a week or more Gloria neither saw nor heard from the girl. At the end of that time she did, to her surprise, encounter the erstwhile bogus Sir Montrose without his hirsute a...

HOPE, which is credited with various magic properties, had kindled a sickly sort of sub-glow in Darcy Cole’s pasty face as she arrived at Miss Greene’s address, to keep her appo...

“Who are we this morning? Not our bright and lovely self. That’s a cinch... Rodney Carteret? No: we shook Rodney in New York... Veyze! That’s it; Montrose Veyze. _Sir_ Montrose,...

R. JACOB REMSEN, late Rodney Carteret, Esq., of Somewhere-in-England, was roused from his Semi-paralysis by a broad and bearded native who approached, and, with a friendly grin,...

All that afternoon and well into the evening, Jack Remsen, at the Bungalow, sat and smoked and mused and let his pipe go out and relighted it and mused again.

WHILE life and the lust of lovely things remain to Darcy Cole, she will not forget the thrilling experience of that day and other shopping days to follow. When it was all over s...

AT its best, the old Remsen house on West Twelfth Street, wore its ancestral respectability cloaked with gloom. Home though it was to Jacob of that name and possession, he regar...

FOR the death, disappearance, or capture of Sir Montrose Veyze, of Veyze Holdings, Hampshire, England, Darcy was duly prepared, in a spirit of Christian fortitude and resignatio...

FIVE times Mr. Thomas Harmon vainly rang the bell of the Remsen mansion. While engaged upon the sixth variation he became aware of a face in the window, scrutinizing him.

DARCY, in her berth, sat huddled up and wide-eyed. She knew at last what had happened to her. The burning memory of that kiss in the woods had left nothing unrevealed to a soul...

LIGHT and vitality died out of the atmosphere for Darcy, with Gloria’s exit. Divesting herself of the trappings of glory and hope and promise, she resumed her workaday garb. The...

MISS DARCY COLE sat on the edge of Red Rock, swinging twenty dollars’ worth of the very smartest obtainable boots, the personal selection of Miss Gloria Greene, over two hundred...

ONE into the dim recesses of the past was the nuptial day of October 15. Gone also, into what dim recesses their erstwhile flat-mate knew not, were Mrs. Holcomb Lee, _née_ Maud...

SOMEWHERE in Siberia, quite unaware of his activities as an absentee Cupid, Sir Montrose Veyze, of Veyze Holdings, Hampshire, England, with a spread of huge composition planes w...