THE SKY AT DAWN was red, and Sutton Gage watched the crimson glow vanish, then went to sleep again. At nine, when he met Ann and Bill Lombard at breakfast, the day was azure and gold and dew-drenched green. Madeleine was not down; she was a voice somewhere, languorously asking what people did at this ungodly hour.By ARTHUR T. MUNYAN33 min
FROM THE FIRST MOMENT Gossett disliked and yet was fascinated by the man. Disliked the bland smoothness of him. the hairless face, the childlike complexion, the carefully chosen, ingenuous words. At a chance remark the smoothness of him had suddenly disappeared, his rosy cheeks had puckered up, his eyes had narrowed.By E. Phillips Oppenheim26 min
IN THE INN of Henri Theriault at Port Royal, the town’s more convivial citizens were gathered around four coureurs by the counter. Naturally they would hang on the escapades of the Circle of Blood, for these bold, reckless youths, unyoked by circumstances, breathed romance, and this was their first night in Port Royal for many months.By BENGE ATLEE24 min
JACK, if you don’t put that book of etchings back on the table and leave things alone. I’ll spank you,” I told my son in definite terms after he had twice been warned about pulling things off the library table. Peter fixed me with a stern eye, and when Jack saw that his father was not on my side he opened the book again and paid no attention to me.By NORMA PHILLIPS MUIR18 min
IT WAS in the fall of 1884 that I decided to give up farming and go back to Round Plain and take up a ranch. My wife said she thought I was going to make a bad move, but I told her there was nothing like trying. When I got to Round Plain I found a few of my neighbors still there—halfbreeds that I had known when I wintered at this place.
THERE!” snapped Angela. “There’s everything you ever gave me. Everything—you hear? I never want to see you again.” “Are you quite sure that’s all?” countered George calmly. “There’s still Micky, you know. If you must be meticulous about returning my presents, you might as well make a thorough job of it.”By DIANA THORNE14 min
I DIDN’T THINK I’d get down to this,” I said in a low voice to the man next me. I guessed the remark would bring a reply. It did. “Nor me neither,” he answered, and our talk began. It was my first visit to the House of Industry. I was “on relief.” For nearly two years I had watched business go from bad to worse.By ARTHUR LENDRUM11 min
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