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George Barr McCutcheon Novels
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The Daughter of Anderson Crow
He was imposing, even in his pensiveness. There was no denying the fact that he was an important personage in Tinkletown, and to the residents of Tinkletown that meant a great deal
Viola Gwyn
Night was falling as two horsemen drew rein in front of a cabin at the edge of a clearing in the far-reaching sombre forest.
Their approach across the stump-strewn tract had been heralded by the barking of dogs
Truxton King
He was a tall, rawboned, rangy young fellow with a face so tanned by wind and sun you had the impression that his skin would feel like leather
The Rose In The Ring
These men trudged -- or stumbled -- along the slippery road which skirted the mountain's base. Soggy, unseen farm lands and gardens to their left, Stygian forests above and to their right
Yollop
"The simplest way to get the police," broke in the burglar, not without hope, "is to fire five shots out of a window as rapidly as possible. They always come for that."
Jane Cable by George Barr McCutcheon
It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and waited at the curb for her father to
come forth from his office in one of Chicago's tallest buildings.
Her Weight In Gold
His somewhat flippant inquiry followed the heated remark of General Horatio Gamble, who, in desperation, had declared that his step-daughter, Martha, was worth her weight in gold.
Graustark
He stumbled on a figure that leaned toward the window in the dark passageway. With reluctant civility he apologized; a lady stood
up to let him pass
Green Fancy
A solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound its serpentinous way through the dismal, forbidding depths of the forest:
a man who, though weary and footsore, lagged not in his swift, resolute advance.
A Fool and His Money
I assume, therefore, that it was Uncle Rilas who orally convicted me, an assumption justified to some extent by putting two and two together after the poor old gentleman was laid away for his long sleep.
The Daughter of Anderson Crow
Even the most generalising of historians were compelled to devote at least a paragraph to the battle of Tinkletown, while some of the more enlightened gave a whole page and a picture of the conflict that brought glory to the sleepy inhabitants whose ancestors were enterprising enough to annihilate a whole company of British redcoats, once on a time.
The Hollow Of Her Hand
a solitary passenger had reached the journey's end. The swirl of snow and sleet screaming out of the blackness at the end of the station-building enveloped the porter in an instant
The Flyers
Not more than a dozen loyal devotees to the sports of the open air lounged about the big clubhouse. Three or four rangy young
women in sweaters and jackets strove bravely to dispel the gloom of the night as it settled down upon the growling masculine majority.
Quill's Window
"Well, that's just about what I'd figured. I've been fishin' in this 'hole' for something like forty years, off and on, and I've
found out that these here sunfish get through breakfast at exactly eighteen minutes past nine.
Quiddlers Three
He had never done a stroke of work in his life. Nor, for that matter, had his towering, able-bodied brothers. They took the not
unnatural stand that it wasn't necessary.
The Purple Parasol
Young Rossiter was ambitious. He was, besides, keen, aggressive, and determined to make well for himself. Entering the great law offices of Grover & Dickhut
The Prince Of Graustark
It was quite impossible to impart information to Mr. Blithers when he had the tips of two resolute fingers embedded in his ears. That
happened to be his customary and rather unfair method of conquering her when an argument was going against him, not for want of logic on his part
Nedra
After the first transports, each began to consider the importance of the union, not only to themselves, but to the world at large. In their reflective moments they realized that the marriage would be the most wonderful event in the whole history of the homes of Vernon and Ridgeway.
Mr. Bingle
A coal fire crackled cheerily in the little open grate that supplied warmth to the steam-heated living-room in the modest apartment of Mr. Thomas S. Bingle, lower New York, somewhere to the west of Fifth Avenue and not far removed from Washington Square
The Man From Brodney's
Moreover, there is but one volcano on the surface of Japat; it seems all the more unique that he, who had lived for thirty years or more on the island, should have stepped into it in broad daylight, especially as it was he who had tacked up warning placards along every avenue of approach.
Brewster's Millions
"The Little Sons of the Rich" were gathered about the long table in Pettingill's studio. There were nine of them present, besides
Brewster.
Beverly Of Graustark
Far off in the mountain lands, somewhere to the east of the setting sun, lies the principality of Graustark, serene relic of rare old feudal days.
Castle Craneycrow
It was characteristic of Mr. Philip Quentin that he first lectured his servant on the superiority of mind over matter and then took him
cheerfully by the throat and threw him into a far corner of the room. As the servant was not more than half the size of the master,
West Wind Drift
On a bright, still morning in October, the Doraine sailed from a South American port and turned her glistening nose to the northeast. All told, there were some seven hundred and fifty souls on board; and there were stores that filled her holds from end to end, -- grain, foodstuffs, metals, chemicals, rubber and certain sinister things
The Day Of The Dog
Mr. Austin owned extensive farming interests near Dexter, and his handsome home was less than two miles from the heart of the town. Crosby anticipated no trouble in driving to the house and back in time to catch the afternoon train for Chicago.
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