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Roads of Destiny - (1)
I go to seek on many roads What is to be. True heart and strong, with love to light Will they not bear me in the fight To order, shun or wi…
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Roads of Destiny - (2)
The lady turned upon him a cordial look. Woman, however wedded to plots, must ever thus bow to rash courage. The big man stroked his upturn…
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The Guardian of the Accolade
Not the least important of the force of the Weymouth Bank was Uncle Bushrod. Sixty years had Uncle Bushrod given of faithful service to the…
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The Discounters of Money
The spectacle of the money-caliphs of the present day going about Bagdad-on-the-Subway trying to relieve the wants of the people is enough…
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The Enchanted Profile
There are few Caliphesses. Women are Scheherazades by birth, predilection, instinct, and arrangement of the vocal cords. The thousand and o…
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"Next to Reading Matter" - (1)
He compelled my interest as he stepped from the ferry at Desbrosses Street. He had the air of being familiar with hemispheres and worlds, a…
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"Next to Reading Matter" - (2)
"Well, sir, I talked an hour at the Señorita Anabela. I say 'at' because it was not 'with.' Now and then she would say: 'Oh, Señor,' or 'No…
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Art and the Bronco - (1)
Out of the wilderness had come a painter. Genius, whose coronations alone are democratic, had woven a chaplet of chaparral for the brow of…
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Art and the Bronco - (2)
"Look at that two-year-old, now," he would say, waving a cinnamon-brown hand toward the salient point of the picture. "Why, dang my hide, t…
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Phoebe - (1)
"You are a man of many novel adventures and varied enterprises," I said to Captain Patricio Maloné. "Do you believe that the possible eleme…
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Phoebe - (2)
"'I was first sergeant and drill-master,' said Kearny, 'in the Chilean army for one year. And captain of artillery for another.' "'What bec…
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A Double-dyed Deceiver
The trouble began in Laredo. It was the Llano Kid's fault, for he should have confined his habit of manslaughter to Mexicans. But the Kid w…
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The Passing of Black Eagle
For some months of a certain year a grim bandit infested the Texas border along the Rio Grande. Peculiarly striking to the optic nerve was…
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A Retrieved Reformation
A guard came to the prison shoe-shop, where Jimmy Valentine was assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office. There t…
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Cherchez la Femme
Robbins, reporter for the Picayune, and Dumars, of L'Abeille the old French newspaper that has buzzed for nearly a century were good friend…
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Friends in San Rosario - (1)
The west-bound train stopped at San Rosario on time at 8.20 A.M. A man with a thick black-leather wallet under his arm left the train and w…
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Friends in San Rosario - (2)
"When a man's your friend," began Major Tom, somewhat didactically, "for forty years, and tried by water, fire, earth, and cyclones, when y…
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The Fourth in Salvador
On a summer's day, while the city was rocking with the din and red uproar of patriotism, Billy Casparis told me this story. In his way, Bil…
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The Emancipation of Billy
In the old, old, square-porticoed mansion, with the wry window-shutters and the paint peeling off in discoloured flakes, lived one of the l…
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The Enchanted Kiss - (1)
But a clerk in the Cut-rate Drug Store was Samuel Tansey, yet his slender frame was a pad that enfolded the passion of Romeo, the gloom of…
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The Enchanted Kiss - (2)
Huddled within narrow confines were the remnants of the once-famous purveyors of the celebrated Mexican national cookery. A few years befor…
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A Departmental Case - (1)
In Texas you may travel a thousand miles in a straight line. If your course is a crooked one, it is likely that both the distance and your…
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A Departmental Case - (2)
Mrs. Sharp sighed. "You see, Mr. Standifer, we didn't know anything about him, and he can be very pleasant and kind when he wants to. We li…
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The Renaissance at Charleroi - (1)
Grandemont Charles was a little Creole gentleman, aged thirty-four, with a bald spot on the top of his head and the manners of a prince. By…
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The Renaissance at Charleroi - (2)
The full moon, as she rose across the river that night and peeped above the levee saw a sight that had long been missing from her orbit. Th…
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On Behalf of the Management - (1)
This is the story of the man manager, and how he held his own until the very last paragraph. I had it from Sully Magoon, viva voce. The wor…
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On Behalf of the Management - (2)
"I put on my best reception-to-Booker-Washington manner the next day and tapped the distinguished rubber-plant for what he knew. "General R…
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Whistling Dick's Christmas Stocking - (1)
It was with much caution that Whistling Dick slid back the door of the box-car, for Article 5716, City Ordinances, authorized (perhaps unco…
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Whistling Dick's Christmas Stocking - (2)
"Boston," interrupted Whistling Dick, rising to his feet, "T'anks for the grub yous fellers has given me, but I'll be movin' on now." "What…
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The Halberdier of the Little Rheinschloss
I go sometimes into the Bierhalle and restaurant called Old Munich. Not long ago it was a resort of interesting Bohemians, but now only art…
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Two Renegades
In the Gate City of the South the Confederate Veterans were reuniting; and I stood to see them march, beneath the tangled flags of the grea…
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The Lonesome Road
Brown as a coffee-berry, rugged, pistoled, spurred, wary, indefeasible, I saw my old friend, Deputy-Marshal Buck Caperton, stumble, with ji…