{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3966", "width": "2671", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Class EZJ\\nBook H 1 5-1\\nCopyright^\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "/3y\\nHalf Portions.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Half Portions\\nLIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY\\n19 West Thirty-First Street\\nNEW YORK CITY\\nMID .CCCC", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "40303\\nLibrar y of Con\u00c2\u00abre\u00c2\u00ab\\n^W0 COPKS ftECEWEO\\nAUG 29 1900\\nS\u00c2\u00a3fO\u00c2\u00a5P cofy.\\nOtiOtti DIVISION,\\nSEP 8 1900\\nCopyright, igoo\\nLIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY\\nENTERED AT STATIONERS HALL, LONDON\\nPRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nPAGE\\nOur James n\\nRobert Alston Stevenson.\\nIllustrations by T. K. Hanna, Jr.\\nMy Lady of the Veil 25\\nClay Arthur Pierce.\\nIllustrations by C. Allan Gilbert.\\nThese Lords of Creation 37\\nHarriet Caryl Cox.\\nIllustrations by W. L. Jacobs.\\nA Recapitulation 45\\nWilliam James Coffin.\\nIllustrations by W. H. Hyde.\\nBribing a Patriot 55\\nRoberta F. Watterson.\\nIllustrations by Irving T. Wiles.\\nHer First Dinner 66\\nE. R.\\nIllustrations by T. K. Hanna, Jr.\\nA Romance of Two Legs 77\\nLucy Foster Madison.\\nIllustrations by F. T, Richards.\\nHow She Took It 91\\nTom Masson.\\nIllustration by C. Allan Gilbert.\\nA Devotee to the Higher Culture 97\\nHarriet Caryl Cox.\\nIllustrations by W. H. Hyde.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nPAGE\\nA Fire-Light Mirage 105\\nMay D. Hatch.\\nIllustrations by T. K. Hanna, Jr.\\nThe Scar on the Flank 115\\nD. H. Talmadge.\\nIllustrations by F. T. Richards.\\nA Distressing Situation 127\\nTom Masson.\\nIllustrations by T. K. Hanna, Jr.\\nThe Princess s Stepmother 135\\nTudor Jenks and Duffield Osborne.\\nIllustrations by C. Allan Gilbert.\\nA Sparrow Tragedy 147\\nAlbert William Noll.\\nIllustrations by Oliver Herford.\\nOld George 161\\nW. R. Rose.\\nIllustrations by T. K. Hanna, Jr.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Our James.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Ottr y antes.\\nNTIL I managed to persuade Kitty to\\ninvestigate my social plane, she had\\nnever displayed any interest in any-\\nthing solvent that lived west of Third\\nAvenue. When she graduated from\\ncollege she went in for scientific slum-\\nming, and developed theories about the\\nmasses. Her residence in one of the\\nsettlements on the east side resulted in\\na thesis on the Social Value of Bath-\\ntubs in Tenements, which they say is\\na valuable contribution to science, in\\nthat it proves conclusively that bathing\\nfacilities in tenements will not be effec-\\ntive until the masses are educated to the\\npoint where they will not welcome the\\ntubs merely as convenient receptacles for coal.\\nI haven t read the thesis, but I went to see Kitty get\\nher Ph.D. at the University. She was stunning in her\\nmortar-board and black gown, but she has since told me\\nthat the gown she wore a few months later, when old Dr.\\nBrown and I gave her a Mrs., was much more becoming\\nand worthy of preservation.\\nAfter the wedding, Kitty gave up fourteen of her\\ndowntown socials and clubs. She devoted, however, a\\ngreat deal of energy to my instruction regarding the prac-\\ntical benefits of applied Slumology, but my first real", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12\\nHalf Portions.\\nlesson one in intelligent philanthropy was given one\\nafternoon in Sixth Avenue.\\nI had given a nickel to one of my bachelor day clients,\\nan old blind man with blue spectacles and a trayful of\\npencils, on which rested a placard advertising the awful\\nresults to the bearer of a too close intimacy with dyna-\\nmite.\\nDon t you know better than to give money to beg-\\ngars? sighed Kitty, with a pained expression.\\nWhy not? I asked. That old boy isn t a beggar.\\nHe s blind. He s trying to make an honest living. I\\ndidn t take the pencils they re always crumbly, but that\\nmakes no difference. He s one of your deserving poor.\\nDeserving fiddlesticks! lectured Kitty. That man\\nhas two good eyes and a bank account. I believe he\\nowns a flat in Harlem besides. YVe investigated him\\nwhen I was in the settlement. He used to follow a\\nwoolly dog on lower Broadway, but it didn t pay after we\\nnotified the police. Then the old rascal took out a license\\nto sell lead pencils, and came uptown with civilization,\\nand stupids like yourself, who don t know the deserving\\npoor when you see them. It s too bad they didn t have\\nchairs in Sociology when you went to college.\\nOf course I felt like a fool, and accepted Kitty s\\nadvice to contribute yearly to the society that makes a\\nbusiness of running down men who make a profession of\\navoiding work. I have since learned to be very sus-\\npicious of appealing hard luck. I avoid the totally blind\\nand men with shoestrings and no extremities worth\\nmentioning.\\nAt dinner one evening Kitty announced that she had\\nfound a deserving tramp.\\nWhere is he? I asked.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Our James.\\n*3\\nKitty had found the tramp at the area-gate.\\nDown in the basement eating his supper, she an-\\nswered, with an I m-all-right inflection. He s a jewel.\\nYou d better tie a string to him and exhibit him at\\none of your parlor conferences, I suggested. By the", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14\\nHalf Portions.\\nway, have you investigated him? I wanted to show\\nKitty that I had learned something.\\nNot exactly, she answered. He says he has just\\narrived in town, and he has no references. But I applied\\nthe work test. Jane says he beats rugs better than an\\nIrishwoman at a dollar and a half a day.\\nThat morning, Kitty, on returning from one of her\\ndabs at the east side, had found the tramp at the area\\ngate. He offered to work for his dinner. She thought\\nthe offer was merely a blind, and, after consultation with\\nJane, they set him to work on the area-way with a bucket\\nof water and a broom, Jane s experience and Kitty s\\nscience suggesting the outside test. The work was well\\ndone. At dinner the man appeared genuinely hungry,\\nand asked for work in the afternoon. Kitty set him to\\nwork on the rugs, and he raised such a dust in the back\\nyard that she engaged him to return the next morning\\nto try his hand on the carpets. We were in the midst of\\nthe spring upheaval.\\nThat man will never come back, I warned Kitty, after\\nshe finished her story. He s too good to be true.\\nNow, Tom, don t be a goose. He works. Real\\ntramps never do. Besides, he is awfully polite, and he\\nuses good English. I believe he is a superior sort of\\nman in hard luck.\\nAll right, I agreed, but think of what Sally Mason\\nand the rest of your scientific slummers will say when\\nthey hear that you have believed an uninvestigated\\ntramp.\\nNo man I ve believed in has ever deceived me\\nKitty looked across at me with a smile except one.\\nAnd then we talked about that for an hour, and forgot\\nthe tramp.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Our James.\\n15\\nKitty was right. The tramp returned the next morn-\\ning, and I liked his looks. He seemed to understand\\nwhat Kitty wanted him to do, and when I came uptown\\nin the evening she reported that he had worked like a\\ntrooper all day.\\nThat was the beginning of a period of domestic bliss.\\nJames proved himself so capable that Kitty engaged him\\nindefinitely during house-cleaning, and later on per-\\nmanently, as man-of-all-work. He was dignified, re-\\nspectful, and thoroughly capable. He knew how every-\\nThere was no fault to be found with James.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "16\\nHalf Portions.\\nthing ought to be done, and did so much that Kitty\\nthreatened to take to the slums again. She said house-\\nkeeping was no trick, with James in the basement to\\ncarry out her orders. I felt his presence in a variety of\\nways. My chafing-dish lost its indifferent gloomy\\nappearance, and in less than a month the accumulations\\nof years had been polished off my grandfather s candle-\\nsticks. There was no fault to be found with James.\\nEven the Street Cleaning Department was satisfied with\\nthe way he sorted our house refuse. This was especially\\ngratifying to Kitty, for our Irish cook and the Italian\\nash-man seldom agreed as to what constituted ashes or\\ngarbage. Once she was obliged to get an expert opinion\\nfrom the Commissioner regarding the disposal of seven\\ndead mice we had caught in a trap. Jane insisted that\\nthey were not garbage, on the grounds that the regula-\\ntions defined garbage as table scraps the Italian said\\nany fool could see that they were not ashes. A scene\\nensued, and when the matter was referred to Kitty the\\nmice had been changing barrels several days. James\\nwrapped doubtful articles in the paper bundle.\\nWe never questioned James about his antecedents or\\npast history. Once Kitty ventured an inquiry, and he\\nbecame so embarrassed and looked so sad that she\\nchanged the subject, thinking she had unwittingly called\\nup some sad experience in the past.\\nLack of personal information, however, did not worry\\nus. James was his own guarantee.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Our James. if\\nII.\\nOne morning, after he had been with us nearly a year,\\nhe went out to order some groceries and didn t come\\nback. At first we thought that some accident had\\ndetained him. A day or two passed before it occurred\\nto me to call at the police station. Kitty had imagined\\nJames mangled beneath cable cars floating silently in\\nthe North River falling dead, alone and without friends,\\nin the street and in several other equally gloomy situa-\\ntions. The Captain could give me no information, and\\nsuggested a visit to the morgue. I objected, but Kitty\\ninsisted that it was my duty, so I tackled the creepiest\\njob I have ever attempted. James wasn t there.\\nI was beginning to think that possibly James wasn t\\nsick or dead, and asked Kitty to count the silver. Noth-\\ning was missing; but I had the locks changed and\\nburglar alarms put in downstairs. In about two weeks\\nKitty exhausted her imaginative powers on the accident\\ntheory, and tried murder and suicide for a day or two.\\nThen the reaction set in. She surprised me one evening\\nby saying:\\nTom, I always did think James was a scamp. I never\\ntold you, but he acted very queerly at times.\\nHow do you make him out a rascal? I asked. He\\ndidn t take anything, and I owe him a month s wages.\\nWe got as much as we gave. He stood the work test.\\nBother the work test! said Kitty, impatiently. I\\ndidn t mean that. Perhaps we did get all we gave. But\\nwe trusted him, and he didn t say say good-by. That\\nwas all Kitty had against James.\\nHere s a dinner invitation from Sally Mason, ob-\\nserved Kitty one morning at breakfast, several months", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "iS\\nHalf Portions.\\nafter James had disappeared. She says she has invited\\nsome very interesting people, most of them students of\\nsocial problems.\\nI had had enough of social problems, and said so.\\nBut. Tom. she pleaded, we ought to go. We\\nhaven t been there for ages. Besides., we ought to be\\ngrateful to Sally. If she hadn t asked me to that dinner\\nwhen I met you don t you remember?\\nI remembered, and we went.\\nIII.\\nWe arrived just on the hour, and when we went down.\\nSally, between looks at the clock, told us that she was\\nwaiting for but one more guest.\\nKitty was in her element. I was doing my best to tell\\na girl, who had made a study of the slums of London,\\nwhat Kitty had told me about the slums of Xew York,\\nwhen the bell rang, and a moment later the portieres\\nparted, and there, in evening dress, stood our James!\\nCompletely flabbergasted. I looked to Kitty for help.\\nI was too late. Sally was presenting our man-of-all-\\nwork to her guests, and before I could catch Kitty s eye\\nhe was bowing to her. When my turn came I bowed\\nstiffly, and expected Tames to show some signs of rec-\\nognition. He remarked, without the slightest trace of\\nembarrassment, that he was very glad to meet me, and\\nbegan discussing atmospheric conditions with Sally. T\\ndidn t catch the name she gave, and I could have choked\\nthe man for his impudence.\\nNow, chirped Sally, well go out. Doctor, will you\\ngive your arm to Mrs. Jackson?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Our James. 19\\nKitty looked a bit chilly, but she was equal to the\\noccasion, and took the arm James offered with the quiet\\ndignity that characterized him when he shoveled out our\\nashes.\\nCompletely flabbergasted. Hooked to Kitty. for help.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20\\nHalf Portions.\\nCome, Tom, said Sally, and in a dazed condition I\\nwent out to dinner, vaguely realizing that Kitty was\\npreceding on the arm of our former hired man, and\\nwondering how he had managed to work Jack Mason\\nfor a dinner.\\nFor heaven s sake! who is that man with Kitty? I\\nmanaged to whisper to Sally, as we sat down.\\nWhy, don t you know him? she explained. That s\\nDoctor J. Mortimer Stubbs. He s awfully interesting.\\nHe has just completed a book called Personal Investi-\\ngations in All Social Classes. He spent several years\\ngetting the material, and they say it s one of the best\\nthings that has ever been done.\\nI think I have met him somewhere, I answered.\\nThe truth suddenly dawned on me. Kitty and I had been\\ninvestigated according to the latest method.\\n5fC\\nKitty and Doctor J. Mortimer Stubbs sat at the other\\nend of the table, too far away from me to hear their\\nconversation.\\nAfter a few chilly moments, I noticed that they bright-\\nened up and appeared very much interested in each other.\\nAfter the ladies had gone I took the vacant chair beside\\nthe Doctor, and, offering him a match, asked\\nStubbs, don t you think you owe me an explanation?\\nI don t object to furnishing material for science, but\\nwhat in the world did you find in my house?\\nI do, answered the Doctor, gracefully, and an\\napology for leaving you so rudely. I have apologized to\\nMrs. Jackson. I assure you that I intended to call and\\nexplain myself. My application for work at your home\\nwas accidental. I had lived with tramps, beggars, thieves,\\nand all the other discontented classes, when it occurred", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Our Jajnes.\\nto nie that it would be an original idea to make a study\\nof the fairly contented man the man who didn t steal,\\nbeg or want society done over. Fortunately, I obtained\\na position with you, and I may say the chapter there writ-\\nten I consider my best.\\nThank you, I replied you found the right place.\\nI am contented.\\nYou have a very good reason to be, said the Doctor,\\nwhich showed that he was a man of correct observation.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "My Lady of the Veil.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "My Lady of the Veil,\\nKitty, said I, I had a queer experience to-day.\\nYes? said Kitty. You got home to dinner on\\ntime.\\nNow, that was unkind. I splashed my soup upon the\\nimmaculate cloth for revenge. Kitty abhors spots on her\\ntable linen.\\nNo, said I, it wasn t that. In me, promptness\\napproaches tragedy this was downright comedy.\\nKitty raised her eyebrows. She has very expressive\\neyebrows. No doubt near association with her eyes has\\ntaught them a thing or two.\\nSomething funny happened to me, too, she said.\\nI spoke first, I objected, hurriedly.\\nWell, gracious goodness! Why don t you tell it\\nthen?\\nGive me time.\\nYou d squander it, said Kitty.\\nThere are certain remarks of Kitty s which I ignore.\\nIt was this way, I began. You know the quaint\\nFrench restaurant in which I take my luncheon? Yes,\\nyou do. Old Pierre s, opposite the Post Office. Well,\\nI took my accustomed seat there to-day, fourth table\\nback, facing the windows, and ordered my modest repast.\\nOld Pierre has a son who has fierce moustaches, and\\nwaits upon me. Pie has done so for ages. Each day the\\nson of Pierre says, Bon jour, monsieur, as he places my\\nchair and pokes me in back of my knees with it till they\\nunhinge and deposit me with a jerk in my seat. The son", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26\\nHalf Portions.\\nof Pierre then remarks that To-day monsieur vill haf\\nune cotelette au naturel et une salade y ees eet not And I\\nsay that it is. And then Pierre s son runs away with little\\nchicken-steps until he has overcome half the distance to\\nthe kitchen, when suddenly he wheels like a wind-\\ndodged kite and chicken-steps hurriedly back. Again\\nbefore me, he strokes the napkin upon his arm depre-\\ncatingly, as if it were to blame for his oversight, and\\nsuggests that Monsieur vill haf petit pois avec, nest cc\\npas? I nod, the son of Pierre gives his moustaches a\\nferocious yank, says, CertainmentP and skims away. And\\nit s just as apt to be a softshell crab he returns with as a\\nchop. The son of Pierre has a hideous memory.\\nTo-day things were quite the same, and I was idly\\nspeculating upon what my chop would turn out to be,\\nwhen the door opened and a woman entered, and took a\\nseat facing me at the table in my row, nearest the window.\\nShe wore an exceedingly heavy veil, and that, and the\\nlight at her back, combined to render her features abso-\\nlutely void to me. But she had a remarkably pretty\\nfigure, and was well gowned.\\nThank you, said Kitty, making me a little bow.\\nWhy do you thank me?\\nFor so carefully noting the virtues of my sex. I had\\nbeen led to believe you were sadly deficient in that line\\ntowards all other women but myself. Kitty used fine\\nirony.\\nI laughed a hollow, before-breakfast laugh. Where\\ndid you get that idea? I demanded.\\nNot so very far away, replied Kitty, hurling a lump\\nof sugar at me, and skillfully landing it in my coffee.\\nThat pleased me, because, while a good portion of the\\nberry-brown nectar got in my hair and eyes, and on", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "My Lady of the Veil.\\n27\\nmy shirt front, considerably more spread itself over the\\ntablecloth.\\nyou, said I, sweetly I wanted another\\nThank\\nlump.\\nstirred my coffee a moment,\\ntasted it reflectively, and went\\non\\nWhile I was regarding this\\nwoman, who looked Frenchy,\\nand trying to recall where I\\nhad seen her before, a man,\\nwho was French, came in\\nand seated himself at the\\ntable directly before me,\\nthereby facing her.\\nI recognized him as a\\ncertain man-about-town of\\nunsavory repute. He is\\nwhat might be termed a\\nlow high-roller, and it made\\nme sad to see him seat himself\\nthere and stare at that poor girl.\\nI suppose it did, remarked\\nKitty he must have interfered\\nwith your view.\\nDear, don t interrupt so.\\nI don t think this is a funny\\nstory, anyway. Kitty was begin-\\nning to light dangerous fires in\\nthose big brown eyes of hers.\\nWait! I m coming to that. This quaint restaurant of\\nold Pierre s is crowded at noon, and these two late-\\ncomers had to wait their turns to give their orders. My\\nLady of the Veil studied the menu, and the low high*\\nroller studied My Lady. I studied them both.\\nThat aged rascal.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28\\nHalf Portions.\\nPresently, things began to develop. My nearest\\nneighbor drew forth a silver card-case, and a gold pencil,\\nselected a card, and wrote several words thereon. Then\\nhe caught the eye of old Pierre, at about the same time\\nold Pierre s eye caught the glint of a half-dollar, and\\nthat aged rascal chicken-footed it over to him, received\\nthe card and the coin, put the latter in his pocket, and the\\nformer upon the table before My Lady of the Veil. Then\\nhe fled.\\nThe girl glanced from the menu to the card, read it,\\nlooked up, and caught my eye! I knew that, because I\\nwas sitting to one side of the old sinner before me, and\\nshe turned her head squarely in my direction.\\nThen she looked down again rather quickly, I\\nthought. Kitty, look out! Don t throw that fork you ll\\nbreak the clock\\nKitty hesitated a moment, and then abandoned the\\ncontemplated bombardment.\\nGo on, you brute! she said.\\nThanks For a wonder, My Lady of the Veil had a\\npencil in her purse, and she dug it forth, and then she\\nalso wrote something upon the card. Then the son of\\nPierre appearing, with the intention of making his cus-\\ntomary announcement of the immediate arrival of my\\nluncheon if I would only exercise a little patience, she\\nbeckoned him to her.\\nThe son of Pierre arrived with a wonderful bow, and\\nlistened attentively to some low French-spoken direc-\\ntions. Then he stealthily pounced upon the card and\\nstraightway brought it to me, sneaking it into my hand as\\nif it were a bomb, and almost hissing, Pour vous,\\nmonsieur!\\nAre you sure? I asked, bewildered.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "My Lady of the Veil.\\n29\\nCertainment, monsieur? exciaimed the son of Pierre,\\nwith an injured shrug. Then he also fled.\\nI glanced at the much-traveled card.\\nIt was a visiting card, with the wicked low high-\\nroller s name engraved upon it, and above the name was\\nwritten in a man s hand, May I join you at luncheon,\\nmademoiselle? and beneath, in a woman s hand which\\nstruck me as being disguised Certainly, monsieur.\\nI turned the card about, puzzled. Why had it been\\nreturned to me?\\nGlancing up, I received a nod, and I have no doubt\\na smile from My Lady of the Veil, who was staring\\ndirectly at me.\\nThen I looked at the owner of the card. He was\\nsquirming about in his chair like an impatient schoolboy,\\ntrying violently, but vainly, to catch his fair neighbor s\\neye.\\nAnd then the key flashed upon me, and I almost\\nchoked with the laugh I had to smother in my throat.\\nEvidently My Lady of the Veil had not seen the\\nFrenchman write the card, but, catching my eye when she\\nlooked up after reading it, had mistaken me for the\\nsender.\\nNow, Kitty, don t forget that you are a lady. I\\nknew you would applaud me for giving that old repro-\\nbate a lesson and the girl a bit of good advice, so I\\npromptly arose and stepped to the table by the window\\nand sat down with my back to the Frenchman, facing\\nMy Lady of the Veil. I heard the Frenchman gasp.\\nPausing there to consider any remarks Kitty might\\nhave to make, I heard her gasp also, and so I hastened\\non. It is a treat to hear Kitty gasp, ordinarily, because\\nher gasp is very delicious. But now there seemed to", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "3\u00c2\u00b0\\nHalf Portions,\\nbe certain ominous forebodings intermingled with its\\nmusic.\\nPierre s son always brought me sufficient luncheon\\nfor two, I continued, hurriedly and so, when he event-\\nually came, I divided with My Lady of the Veil. I had\\nhoped that when she began to eat she would remove her\\nspider-web mask and reveal whether or not her features\\nwere in keeping with her voice, which was very sweet,\\nBut she only raised the veil to the level of her upper lip.\\nI saw that her mouth and chin were very lovely.\\nI glanced at Kitty under my lashes. She was trying\\nhard to frown, but, strange to say, a merry smile pre-\\ndominated!\\nShe was really a little beauty! I exclaimed, with\\nemphasis.\\nKitty jangled the ice in her water glass.\\nDid you flirt with her, Jack? she asked.\\nDearest! I cried. How could I, with you at home!\\nI lunched with that girl because I saw that she was a\\nlady, and I thought it my duty to do all in my power to\\nshield her from both present and future dangers of the\\nsort she so foolishly plunged herself into. Her con-\\nversation, after her momentary embarrassment passed,\\nwas that of a lady, and we had a charming tete-a-tete\\nluncheon. She knew no end of the people we know,\\nbut she defied my every effort to probe her identity, and\\nwhen she left she made me promise to remain in my seat\\nfive minutes after she had gone. Before we had talked\\nlong, the low high-roller took his ungracious leave, fight-\\ning mad, and very evidently saying unparliamentary\\nthings under his breath. Then I read mademoiselle a\\nlittle lecture upon indiscretion in innocent maidenhood,\\nand told her the true history of the card.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "You re just as true as true", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32\\nHalf Portions.\\nI knew it all the time! cried Kitty, clapping her\\nhands.\\nYou! Great Dewey! You you! How did you\\nknow?\\nKitty jumped up. It s a confession! she laughed,\\ncoming and cuddling upon my knee. Jack now, don t\\nget angry, you big stupid! the Lady of the Veil was\\nIt was my turn to gasp, and I did so with such success\\nthat the candles flickered. Kitty knew the danger of\\ngiving me time to get in a word edgewise, and continued\\nprecipitately\\nI went there, Jack, just because I wanted to see you\\nwhen you didn t know that I was watching you; just\\nbecause I love you, dear. And, oh! when that old beast\\nsent his card to me I was almost frightened co death. Of\\ncourse I saw him write it. I was just going to jump\\nright up and run and get behind my great big husband,\\nwhen forgive me, Jack the idea flashed into my head,\\nlike the devil into the belfry, to frustrate the old repro-\\nbate and test you at the same time. So I returned the\\ncard to you. When you succumbed to temptation and\\ncame over I could have killed you that was my\\nmomentary embarrassment. But then Kitty pushed\\nherself away from me with both hands upon my chest and\\nlooked deep into my eyes then, Jack, you punished\\nme so! For my great big darling acted so nobly, and\\ndidn t try to flirt one bit! And when you told\\nMy Lady of the Veil why you had lunched with\\nher, and lectured her so tactfully and when you spoke\\nso sweetly and lovingly of me, and held me up as a\\nmodel to her oh, Jack, I was just dying to eat you up\\nright there before everybody! I was so delighted and\\nproud, and I felt so ashamed of having dared to test you.\\nOh, you old sweetie!", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "My Lady of the Veil.\\n33\\nAnd Kitty made serious attempts to kiss me.\\nDearest, said I, reproachfully, did you go to old\\nPierre s because you doubted me?\\nJack! cried Kitty. Indeed, no! I went there\\nbecause I wanted to watch you lunch alone, and because\\nI wanted to be near you.\\nAnd I know that was her only reason, no matter what\\nyou may think, reader. I guess I know Kitty better than\\nyou do, anyhow.\\nI gave a relieved sigh. You re a perfect actress,\\ndear, I said.\\nI knew you didn t know me. Kitty was radiant.\\nShe loves to have people think she can act. And she can,\\ntoo. Then she cuddled up closer and whispered\\nI ll never, never, never have a shadow of a doubt about\\nyou, Jack. You re just as true as true!\\nNow, that hurt me quite poignantly, because it hap-\\npens that I had recognized my wife the moment she\\nentered the quaint little restaurant of wicked old Pierre.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "These Lords of Creation.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "These Lords of Creation.\\nThey had quarreled, and seriously. It had been\\nentirely her fault but he was in love.\\nI think I can manage it, she said, reflectively, as she\\npassed rapidly about the room, giving deft, expressive\\ntouches.\\nA fire was burning on the hearth, and the air was sweet\\nwith the fragrance of roses. She lowered a shade here,\\ndrew back a drapery there, till a soft half-light filled the\\nroom. Then she rolled the comfortable morris to a com-\\npanionable nearness to her own low one by the tea-table,\\nand smiled to herself a satisfied smile as she surveyed\\nher work.\\nThere was a familiar step in the hall. With a quick\\nmovement she snatched a rose from a vase, flirted a few\\ndrops from its wet stem onto the open pages of a book,\\nthen, dropping the rose, vanished.\\nHe had come fully determined to be severe but just,\\nyou know. He could well afford to be that. She had\\ntrifled with him long enough, he had reasoned to himself\\nas he walked down the avenue. She had been in the\\nwrong, wholly so, and he should not humble himself.\\nShe would be penitent, of course, and he would be kind\\nand gentle, as it behooved him to be, yet he would\\nreason with her and show her wherein she had erred.\\nThey would make up, for she was sweet and amiable,\\nand he was so entirely right. So he passed into the\\nroom with a conscious air of victory.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "33\\nHalf Portions.\\nShe was a long time in coming. He began to be\\nanxious. She couldn t possibly refuse to see him, could\\nshe?\\nAimlessly he wandered about the room. A dainty\\nwhite-bound book he had given her lay face down, open,\\non the wide corner seat. There was a faint imprint on\\nthe soft cushion, and a rose lay on the floor. His stern\\nface relaxed a little, and a tender light stole into his eyes.\\nHe picked up the book it was blotted with tears.\\nShe had been crying! Poor child, perhaps he had\\nbeen harsh. His heart gave a remorseful pang as he\\nput the book away and turned to greet her.\\nYou are pale, anxiously, as his troubled eyes sought\\nher face.\\nA trifle, perhaps.\\nShe smiled as her hand lay for a moment in his eager\\nclasp.\\nMy head has been troubling me a bit, and she smiled\\nagain, a sad, wan little smile.\\nIt was my fault, he said, reproachfully, drawing the\\nbig chair closer, and trying to catch a glimpse of her\\nface, hidden in the shadow.\\nOh, no! Her voice was low and he bent to hear it\\nMadelon, are you crying? fiercely.\\nNo, that is well, I didn t sleep much, and and\\nHer voice broke the fragile cup slipped from her hand\\nmd lay in fragments on the floor, while her dewy eyes\\nmet his in an upward, appealing glance.\\nThereupon the expected happened.\\nI was a brute, he insisted later, for the hundredth\\ntime a perfect brute.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Thereupon the expected happened.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Half Portions.\\n40\\nHer sweet voice made no denial.\\nBut you ll forgive me, won t you, dear?\\nTo which the maiden generously vouchsafed a yes.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0She watched him from her framework\\nof silken draperies.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "These Lords of Creation.\\n4i\\nShe watched him from her framework of silken draper-\\nies as he passed up the avenue, and she waved her hand\\nas he turned the corner then she stood for a moment\\nlooking out into the deepening twilight. Then she\\nslowly turned,, and there was a triumphant gleam in her\\neyes as she crossed the room. With a half-laugh, she\\nreplaced the book on the table, and looked for the rose.\\nIt was gone! Then, stooping, she gathered the bits of\\nbroken china.\\nIt paid, scornfully.\\nThen, with an exultant smile: I thought I could\\nmanage/ she said.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A Recapitulation.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "A Recapittclation.\\nThey had passed through the lines of laughing brides-\\nmaids and groomsmen, and heroically received the\\nshowers of rice, and were now in the carriage on their\\nway to the train.\\nHe had recovered from the feeling of strangeness occa-\\nsioned by hastily changing his clothes in an unfamiliar\\nroom, and she was thanking her stars that the ordeal of\\nbidding her mother good-by had been so easily accom-\\nplished. It was the first moment they had been abso-\\nlutely alone since the ceremony. The strain was over\\nand all their troubles lay behind them, yet neither could\\nfind the words to begin a conversation. He lay back in\\nthe seat, thinking. He was wondering if, after all, he\\nhad not made a mistake if he would not have been hap-\\npier with the other girl but no sooner had the idea pre-\\nsented itself than he was appalled at his heresy.\\nShe was thinking, too. She was thinking of the\\nimpatience he had exhibited when they were bidding her\\nparents farewell, and she was contrasting his brusque\\nmanners and speech with the unfailing courtesy and\\ngood nature of the other fellow.\\nThey were both in dangerous moods, yet swayed by\\na common impulse they leaned forward and kissed each\\nother. He took her hand.\\nCan you realize it, dear? he almost whispered.\\nWhat? she asked.\\nThat we are married at last.\\nHardly. Didn t the ceremony seem horribly short?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "A Recapitulation.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 They had passed through the lines cj\\nbridesmaids and groomsmen, and heroically received the\\nshmoers of rice.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A Recapitulation.\\n47\\nDo you think he put it all in? He put in that part for\\nbetter for worse, till death us do part. It always makes\\nme shudder. Can you realize that? We have taken each\\nother for better for worse, for richer for poorer, till death\\nus do part. That phrase is mournful to me. I almost\\nfelt like backing out when I had to say those words.\\nHe laughed. They are incisively final, aren t they?\\nI felt a qualm of hesitancy, too, when we came to that\\npart. Suppose we had both balked?\\nWe were too heedful of public appearances to dc\\nanything like that. What a senseless formality it is! I m\\nhalf inclined to agree with Grant Allen. What is the\\nuse of marriage, anyway?\\nAre you regretting it so soon? he asked.\\nShe pressed his hand. No, dear, she answered, but\\nyou musn t begin a conversation of this sort so early.\\nPerhaps if I detailed to you my views of marriage you\\nwould be shocked.\\nI think the conversation is a little serious for such\\na new couple. We ought to be overwhelming each other\\nwith nonsensical sentimentalities.\\nYou are entirely too practical to tolerate any exhibi-\\ntion of sentiment, while I am absurdly sentimental. I\\nsuppose that is one of our reasons for loving each other.\\nYou wrong me there. I have a good supply of senti-\\nment, although it is not very apparent. My innate bash-\\nfulness is the cause of its repression.\\nWe are horribly prosaic. I don t think either of us\\nhas any sentiment. The idea of analyzing each other s\\ncharacter on such an occasion as this! Make love to\\nme, sir, she commanded, imperiously.\\nHe changed his position awkwardly and put his arm\\naround her. She drew back almost violently.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48\\nHalf Portions.\\nNot that way. That is the coarsest form of express-\\ning love. Talk to me. Tell me of your love for me your\\nideals your pet plans for our enjoyment your expecta-\\ntions. Tell me the numberless delightful little confi-\\ndences you have reserved for your wife. Show me the\\ninner side of your nature. Confidence is love. The\\nother is mere gratification.\\nI hadn t an idea that you were so fanciful or poetical,\\nrather, he answered.\\nShe sighed. She was thinking of one who was poet-\\nical and fanciful enough to have overwhelmed her with\\nlove-making of her own kind, upon far less provoca-\\ntion than she had given this man. One who was thor-\\noughly delightful and congenial, but so thoroughly im-\\npractical that he was continually penniless, and therefore\\nimpossible.\\nListen, said she. Do you know the sacrifice I\\nhave made for the privilege of becoming your wife? I\\nhave given up my girlhood. I have curtailed the most\\ndelightful part of a woman s life. I have bound myself\\nwith iron fetters to one man. I am a wife now. I can be\\na widow, but I can never be a girl again. I have lost\\nmy liberty. Do you realize the magnitude of my sacri-\\nfice, and do you realize how great a woman s love must\\nbe before she can bring herself to put her girlhood behind\\nher? Do you realize what a woman gives to a man when\\nshe marries him? I suppose a man has kindred feelings.\\nWhat are they? What sacrifices have you made for me?\\nI don t think I have made any sacrifices at all, he\\nlaughed. I consider myself extremely fortunate. I\\nnever looked upon marriage as entailing any hardships or\\nself-denial. I have only a lonesome bachelorhood to\\nlook back upon. I have a life of pleasant companionship\\nwith you to look forward to.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "A RecapiHdation.\\n49\\nThat was a very pretty speech. You are already\\nbeginning to imbibe my ideas about love-making. I have\\nlots of queer ideas about love and conjugal felicity, and\\nmy hobby is confidence. I think we ought to tell each\\nother everything, and I expect you to be just as inter-\\nested in the price of eggs as I shall be in the doings of\\nthe Stock Exchange.\\nYou couldn t understand the workings of the market.\\nIt is your life work, and I shall be very much inter-\\nested in it. I want you to make me understand it.\\nYou don t mean that husband and wife ought to tell\\neach other everything?\\nYes, I do.\\nDoes that include past, present and future?\\nYes.\\nRather a large order, don t you think?\\nIt was rather a large order when we took each other\\nfor better or worse. Oh, I don t know why I am talking\\nthis way! I think I want sympathy and love real love.\\nWhy, my dearest! I love you!\\nOh, yes, yes! In your way, but you don t know how.\\nYou love me better probably than I deserve, but you\\ndon t love me the way I want you to. I ll have to teach\\nyou, and I shall be perfectly miserable until you learn.\\nWell, upon my word\\nDon t be cross. Please don t be cross, and don t\\nthink me an unnatural girl for saying this. I m just\\nqueer, and I ve done something terrible to-day, and I\\nwant to tell you about it, but I m frightened horribly\\nfrightened. Oh, haven t you done something that you re\\nashamed to tell me something perfectly awful, that\\nwill lessen the enormity of my mistake? I know you\\nhaven t, though. You are too calculating, too precise,\\nand too cold.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "5o\\nHalf Portions,\\nHe gave a curious little laugh.\\nI think we are quits, he answered. I did do\\nsomething that I m rather ashamed to tell you. It will\\nprobably seem a crime in your eyes.\\nOh. I am so glad! Don t tell me what it was. Let\\nme confess first, and then if you don t make yours worse\\nthan mine I shall never forgive you. I m going to be\\nvery brave and not spare myself one single bit. Xo, no\\ndon t interrupt me. I want to get it over with. Jim\\nAllen called at the house to-day and asked for me. You\\nknow about Jim and me, don t you?\\nI know you were said to be engaged to him.\\nWell, he seemed to think that gave him a claim on my\\nattention, for when I sent word down that I couldn t see\\nhim, he acted perfectly awfully and demanded that I\\nshould. He wrote a note on a card and said some\\nabsurdly wild things, and sent it up to me. I came down\\nbecause I was afraid not to. He was awfully impor-\\ntunate. He went all over our old affair, and called me\\nheartless, and said he loved me, and asked me to go away\\nwith him right then, and cried when I wouldn t, and\\nand do you want to hear any more?\\nMight as well have it all.\\nI was sorry for him Jim s a dear boy so I told him\\nI did love him, but I said I loved you more and thought\\nI would be happier with you, and that we were better\\nmatched, and then I sent him away and went upstairs\\nand cried and and that s all, but I think it s pretty\\nbad. I oughtn t to have seen him or told him I loved\\nhim, but I do just a little bit.\\nH m m\\nDon t look so queerly. Now tell me what you did.\\nOh, much the same thing. Edith Underhill was at the", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "k She was thinking of one who was poetical and fanciful enough to have overwhelmed\\nher with love-making of her own kind. 1", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "5 2\\nHalf Portions.\\nreception to-day. I had about ten minutes conversation\\nwith her just before I went upstairs to change my\\nclothes. We were in that alcove under the stairs in the\\nfront hall. Edith is an impulsive little creature, and I\\nsuppose the thought that she wasn t to have any more\\nchances at me made her a trifle blue. She cried, too, and\\nI kissed her good-by. So you see I am worse than you\\nare. I kissed another girl the day I married you.\\nThere was a long silence in the carriage.\\nHere we are at the station, he said, beginning to\\ngather up bags and umbrellas.\\nOh, don t! Don t get out yet. I want to tell you\\nsomething else. Go away, she cried to the coachman,\\nwho was approaching to open the carriage door. He\\ngaped at her in astonishment, but obediently disap-\\npeared.\\nI didn t tell you all, she said, talking very fast. I\\ntold Jim I loved him better than any one else in the\\nwhole wide world, and I let him kiss me lots of times,\\nand I said I didn t want to marry you, but it was too late\\nto back out and I meant what I said.\\nHe shook his arm loose from her detaining grasp.\\nDamn your confidences, he remarked. We shall have\\nto hurry if we want to catch our train.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Bribing a Patriot.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Bribing a Patriot.\\nIt is curious that we should meet you every day,\\nsaid Polly, rather coldly.\\nIt is a happy coincidence for me, I gasped.\\nThough you can see nearly a whole block up the\\navenue from our club windows, yet I m always out of\\nbreath with the hurry of getting to the sidewalk in time\\nto meet them. Polly and the Professor walk at such a\\nvirtuous pace. I hate a virtuous pace.\\nDo you spend all of your time at the club? inquired\\nPolly, with just a glance at the pile of books under the\\nProfessor s arm.\\nNearly all, I answered, calmly, and then tried to\\nthink of something witty to say, which would show that\\nI despised a model man like the Professor. Instead I\\nonly asked, May I carry your books?\\nOh, no, thank you, returned Polly, gently. I m\\nafraid they are too heavy for you.\\nThis sarcasm I would not notice. The habit of being\\nsarcastic has grown on Polly since she has been attend-\\ning classes at Columbia and has been walking down\\nthe avenue afternoons with the young Professor. If she\\nwere not the prettiest girl in the set, higher education\\nwould have ruined her chances of social success.\\nWe have been talking of an entirely new and un-\\nhackneyed subject, namely, the war with Spain, said\\nthe Professor, in an elaborately jocose tone.\\nThe Professor and I agree beautifully, Polly has-\\ntened to add.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56\\nHalf Portions.\\nIndeed? How very uninteresting, said I.\\nThere was no need of asking what their convictions\\nmight be I knew them.\\nWhy is it uninteresting for you to hear that we\\nagree? demanded Polly.\\nI mean that it is much\\nmore exciting to differ. j\\nThat de-\\npends, an-\\nswered Polly,\\non whether\\npeople are\\ncongenial or\\nnot. When\\ntwo people\\nare c o n\\ngenial, there\\nis nothing\\nmore interesting than\\na discussion of sub-\\njects which they both\\nthink alike about.\\nIsn t that true, Pro-\\nfessor\\nYes, I believe you are right,\\nsaid the Professor, smiling se\\nrenely. It is a matter of intel-\\nlectual affinity.\\nThe Professor has read a great deal a very great\\ndeal and he has been telling me what to read for my-\\nself. We have lovely talks.\\nBy the way, said I, in hope of changing the subject,\\nthere goes Mrs. Van Cortlandt. Shall you be at her\\ndance to-night?\\nUp the avenue from our club\\nwindows.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Bribing a Patriot.\\n57\\nI haven t time for such frivolous things, answered\\nPolly, crushingly. Then she turned to the Professor.\\nMr. Phillips, you must know, is one of our foolish\\njingoes. He belongs to Squadron X., and is dying to go\\nto Cuba.\\nThe Professor examined me as if I were a new and\\nstrange sort of bug. Is there no hope of modifying Mr.\\nPhillips s views? he asked, in his condescending way.\\nNone, replied Polly, firmly.\\nI am a person of strong convictions, I murmured,\\nwith an apologetic smile.\\nIn other words, Polly scornfully explained, he is\\nprejudiced and narrow. I have often tried to make him\\nsee things in a broader light, but he clings to his false\\ntheory of patriotism. I have explained to him your\\nbeautiful ideas about the universal brotherhood of man,\\nbut he always answers by making ferocious attacks on\\npoor Spain.\\nIt is evident that he has not read anything on the\\nsubject, said the Professor. I have noticed that such\\nis generally the case with people who support our fool-\\nish Government.\\nHe reads the World and the Journal said Polly.\\nIt is necessary to know all sides of the question, I\\nmurmured, with a sinking heart. There was no way out\\nof it now.\\nThere is not, of course, more than one side to the\\nquestion, observed the Professor, blandly. All truly\\nthoughtful people agree that it is an unjust war.\\nThen all truly thoughtful people are no better than\\nyour mummies, I asserted, with some heat. His special-\\nty is Egyptology.\\nThere is nothing personal in my remarks. I merely", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58\\nHalf Portions.\\nwish to impress upon you the necessity for reading.\\nLet me recommend to you Dr. Smithsonian s article\\nin the last Pillar, called Why We Ought to Love\\nSpain. Also that little monograph of Professor\\nGoodenough s, entitled The Futility of Patriotism/\\nFollow these up with some standard works on Polit-\\nical Economy, and I venture to predict that you will come\\nto look at things in a new light.\\nYes, indeed you will, chimed in Polly.\\nUnfortunately, I have so little time for reading, I\\nreplied, fuming over the Professor s impudence. But\\nI agree with you that it is necessary to be well informed.\\nI have read the articles you mention, though of course\\nthey re rather trivial. The best of our modern political\\nworks are in German. Have you seen Gutenberg s Die\\nWahrheit, or Marlitt s Neber Krieg\\nNo, I haven t, said the Professor, in a doubtful tone,\\nand eyeing me suspiciously.\\nThey are very strong works, and I advise you to get\\nhold of them, I said, patronizing in my turn. They\\nwill clear up several problems of the day for you.\\nI will make a note of them, said the Professor, as he\\nhalted on the corner. Unfortunately, we must part\\nhere.\\nThe Professor lives in Fiftieth Street, I m glad to say,\\nwhile Polly s home is ten blocks further down. I wish\\nhe lived in Harlem!\\nBe sure to bring around those books this evening,\\nPolly called out, vivaciously.\\nI ll not forget, he said, with needless fervor.\\nPolly and I walked on in silence for some time.\\nI didn t know you were such a student, she said\\nfinally.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Bribing a Patriot.\\n59\\nA person can be a student and yet remain unlabeled,\\nI answered loftily. The true lover of books does not\\nproclaim his tastes on the housetops.\\nWould you advise me to inquire at the libraries for\\nGutenberg and Marlitt?\\nWell, no. Perhaps not. It is possible that those\\ngreat works have not yet appeared in this country.\\nConfess, said Polly, with heat, that you made those\\nnames up. Confess that you are too lazy to read even\\nthe smallest bit of a pamphlet.\\nI ll confess nothing of the kind, I answered. You\\nwould tell that conceited prig of a Professor, if I should.\\nHe is not conceited, protested Polly. He is only\\nsimple and frank. He is a very intelligent man.\\nHe is quite remarkable for a mummy, I conde-\\nscended to assert. Has more hair on his head, for one\\nthing; their baldness is generally so disgusting.\\nYou are frivolous, said Polly, looking at me with\\nscorn in her eyes. Will you ever learn to be more\\nserious?\\nI shall take my first lesson in the art of being serious\\nto-night. We vote on volunteering for the war.\\nJack, exclaimed Polly, you will surely never be so\\nfoolish as to enlist!\\nI surely shall. I d rather die for my country than\\nstay at home and die of rubbish talked by that infernal\\nProfessor.\\nI wish you would be reasonable! said Polly, and then\\nshe added, incoherently You will go and be shot, and\\nthink yourself very fine and patriotic, in spite of the fact\\nthat you would much better be doing your duty at home!\\nWhat is my duty at home? I asked her, gloomily.\\nYou won t even let me carry your books!", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o\\nHalf Portions\\nYour duty at home is to do as much good with your\\nwealth as you possibly can. Go down to the College\\nSettlement, for instance, and let the Professor give you\\nsome idea of sociology.\\nThanks, I said. I and my wealth are at my coun-\\ntry s service, rather than at the Professor s.\\nYou are at the service of a false ideal!\\nYou know my ideal, I answered, softly. I told you\\nwho she was some time ago, and you ve treated me\\nunkindly ever since.\\nWhy don t you go away and leave me, then? she\\nqueried, coldly.\\nYou know I can t. You know it, and you trample on\\nme.\\nIt is good for you to be trampled on. She was\\nstanding above me on the steps of her house as she spoke\\nthus cruelly. It did not seem likely she would ask me in.\\nDo you think, she added, that I would marry an idle\\nman who does nothing to elevate the world? Whose\\nhighest ambition is to kill his fellow-men?\\nYou can marry a man who will do his best to be\\nkilled instead of to kill, if you choose, I answered list-\\nlessly.\\nIf you vote to-night for staying at home, said Polly,\\nwith an inscrutable look on her face, I ll marry you.\\nTruly? I gasped, in astonishment.\\nTruly, she replied, and vanished through the door-\\nway.\\nFrom that time until the hour for cavalry drill arrived\\nnext evening I was a much distressed man. I voted for\\nenlistment, after many struggles with conscience, but I\\nwished all others to vote for staying at home. With a\\nsinking heart I saw the men step forward, and I felt as", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Won t you come in. Jack dear", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62\\nHalf Portions.\\nif their patriotic unanimity were the sentence of my\\ndoom.\\nThe next afternoon, at the usual time, Polly and the\\nProfessor came swinging down the avenue. Polly looked\\nrosy and serene. The Professor and I were despondent\\nand glum.\\nYou look curiously downcast, Mr. Phillips, jeered\\nPolly. Are you trying to disguise your feelings of\\nbloodthirsty joy?\\nI am too kind to show them to those who haven t\\nmy good luck. This war is going to lend variety to life\\nfor those of us who have to go.\\nMr. Phillips, said Polly, turning to the Professor,\\nlooks upon the noble art of warfare precisely as he does\\na game of college football. But you needn t expect,\\nshe said to me, that I shall wear violets and applaud\\nyou from the grand stand as I used to do.\\nYou might make me a pinball, and give me a tintype\\nto carry next my heart, I suggested. It s the tradition-\\nal thing to do.\\nWomen are more strong-minded nowadays, I hope,\\nsniffed Polly. Men may be so foolish and wicked as\\nto go to war, but women will not countenance them.\\nI cannot understand the mad patriotism which seems\\nto prevail even among intelligent people, said the Pro-\\nfessor.\\nI cannot understand why they hate poor dear Spain,\\ndeclared Polly.\\nIt might be well to reserve endearing epithets for your\\nown country, I said, irritably.\\nI m sure Miss Polly will never yield her reason and\\nher sense of justice to a sentimental idea, blandly\\nobserved the Professor.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Bribing a Patriot,\\n63\\nNo, indeed, said Polly.\\nThere ought not to be such a thing as love of coun-\\ntry, continued the Professor. The loftiest natures\\ncherish only love of man.\\nThe fewer such lofty natures are, the better off we\\nshall be, said I.\\nThey are very scarce in this country, said the Pro-\\nfessor. People here, I have observed, are strangely de-\\nvoted to the Government, though its policy is weak and\\nwrong.\\nI trust that in your next incarnation, said I, you\\nwill choose your native land with more discretion. Let\\nit be something quite respectable.\\nSpeaking of re-incarnation, said the Professor,\\namong the ancient Egyptians\\nBut I heard no more, for I devoted all my intelligence\\nto counting off the streets we passed, and looking eagerly\\nfor Fiftieth.\\nAt last we reached it, and the Professor with difficulty\\nresurrected himself from the tomb of Rameses the Sec-\\nond and bade us a funereal farewell.\\nFor some time after we left him Polly was silent and\\npensive.\\nWell, she finally said, why aren t you more en-\\nthusiastic? Doesn t the prospect of wearing a uniform\\nand brandishing a sword fill your soul with joy?\\nYou know how filled with joy I am, said I. Incor-\\nruptibility is not its own reward, else I d feel a little hap-\\npier over giving up the bribe you offered me.\\nMe! Offered you a bribe? said Polly, in amazement.\\nI never did such a thing in my life!\\nBut you said, you know, or at least you implied, you\\nknow, that", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64\\nHalf Portions.\\nWell, it wasn t a bribe, interrupted Polly, decisively.\\nAnd besides, she added, as she stood on her own door-\\nstep once more, even if it were a bribe, I would not pay\\nit. Girls never do, you know.\\nThen why, said I, did you make that remarkable\\nstatement? It has kept me alternating between hope\\nand despair for a whole day.\\nI wished to break it to you gently, she said. I\\nwished to prepare you for hearing\\nFor hearing what I asked, impatiently; and think-\\ning fearfully of the Professor.\\nFor hearing that Fd hate you if you wished to stay at\\nhome. That Fd hate you if you were such a coward as\\nthe Professor is.\\nThe door opened and Polly started to enter the house.\\nThen she stopped.\\nWon t you come in, Jack dear? she asked me, softly.\\nAnd I. of course, went in.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Her First Dinner.\\nCHARACTERS\\nMarian Ashhurst\\nMr. Vax Luydam Bee dam\\nJack\\nAlice\\nA Debutante\\nA Society Man\\nMiss A sh hurst s Brother\\nA Friend", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Her First Dinner.\\n6 7\\nScene A coupe, in ivhich the debuta?ite, a bewildering mass\\nof ivhite satin and soft furs, is being driven rapidly to\\nher destination.\\nDebutante (in a funk) Oh, dear, how cold my\\nhands are And my throat s so dry I have to swallow\\nevery five seconds. I ve forgotten all Jack s advice,\\ntoo. What shall I do Good gracious, here we are\\n(Breathes a silent prayer, grabs her gloves, fan, etc., frantically^\\nand vanishes within a brilliantly lighted mansion.)\\nLackey (opening door) Second floor front, please.\\n(Debutante rushes past him up the stairs, fearful of being\\nlate, and hurries into the dressing-room. Perceives several\\nfigures in dainty gowns, but brushes by them oblivious of every-\\nthing.)\\nAlice (out two years) Why, Marian, don t you know\\nme? Is this your first dinner Aren t you frightened\\nBut no, you look as calm as an old campaigner. I want\\nyou to meet Miss (Introduces her to the others.)\\nDebutante (bowing and smiling nervously) I am glad\\nyou think, Alice, I look calm. Frankly, it s all I can do\\nto keep my teeth from chattering.\\nAlice What nonsense But what are we waiting\\nfor Let s go down. (The debutante trails reluctantly in\\nthe rear.)\\nVoices How do you do How are you Let\\nme present Allow me to introduce, etc.\\nHostess Ah Miss Ashhurst So glad to see you\\nAllow me to present Mr. Van Luydam Beedam.\\nMiss Ashhurst (who wonders vaguely why she thinks at\\nthat moment of Jack in one of his tempers) How do\\nyou do", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "e8\\nHalf Portions.\\nMr. Van L. B. Miss Ashhurst, I believe I have the\\npleasure of taking you in to dinner.\\n{Miss A. is saved the awkwardness of a reply by dinner\\nbeing announced.)\\nMr. Van L. B. {to himself) She s pretty, but, Jove\\nI shall have to wring every word out of her. I know\\nthat sort. (Aloud) Let us consider, Miss Ashhurst,\\nthat we have discussed all the usual topics, the weather,\\nthe opera, the last new book, and let s promote our-\\nselves to a more intimate understanding and discuss\\neach other. We will each give a personal sketch. Now,\\nyou begin.\\nMiss A. (whom nobody could put at her ease) No, please,\\nI can t, really you begin. (Finds that she is the last girl\\nto draw ojf her gloves, and tugs away frantically)\\nMr. Van L. B. (resignedly) Well, I ll account for\\nmyself, so as to give you courage. I am nothing if not\\ncommonplace. I live in a most respectable quarter of\\nthe town with a most unimpeachable parent, and all my\\nsurroundings from childhood have been of an extreme\\npropriety and spotless virtue.\\nMiss A. (to herself) Heavens I ve used some other\\nfork instead of the oyster fork What shall I do I m\\nsure he saw it. (Aloud) Tell me some more do.\\nMr. Van L. B. (flattered) Such environments ought\\nto have been my ruin, but I was far too lazy, and I am at\\npresent merely a harmless butterfly.\\n(Looks at his companion and encounters a stony stare of\\nhorror. To himself What can be the matter with her?\\nIs she ill (Goes on talking, bravely, if disconnectedly.)\\nMiss A. (to herself) What is that creeping up my\\nneck? (Follows it cautiously zvith her hand, and e?icounters\\n,an atom of an insect. Why did she wear those violets?)\\nMr. Van L. B. (to himself) Thank heaven, she has\\ntaken off that look (Aloud) Now, really, it is your turn.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "14 am glad you think, Alice, 1 look calm. 1", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Half Portions.\\nMiss A. (/ring recklessly) I ve been out three years.\\nI used to be fearfully nervous and easily rattled, but I\\nhave gotten over that entirely. (Again that feeling on\\nher neck. It ca7it be but yes, it is f)\\nMr. Van L. B. (to himself) Most extraordinary\\nyoung person. There s that expression again. (Aloud)\\nPlease go on you re doing finely.\\nMiss A. (seizing opportunity, when her neighbor is helping\\nhi?nself to something, to take off her violets and drop the?n\\nunder the tabled)\\nMr. Van L. B. (turning) Why, Miss Ashhurst,\\nwhere are your violets\\nMiss A. (blushing) They were faded, so I threw\\nthem away.\\nMr. Van L. B. (to himself) That s a lie. (Aloud)\\nExcuse me for being personal, Miss Ashhurst, but you\\nhave eaten absolutely nothing.\\nMiss A. (who shivers at the mere mention of food) What\\nan idea I ve eaten enormously.\\nMr. Van L. B. (to himself) Jove That s another.\\n(Aloud) Aren t you going to throw any more light on\\nyour character\\nMiss A. No really, there is nothing else to tell.\\n(To herself Oh where is my slipper? I kicked it off\\nbecause it hurt, and now I can t find it. (Peers desperately\\nunder the table\\nMr. Van L. B. Have you dropped your glove or\\nanything Let me get it. (Stoops down.)\\nMiss Ashhurst (to herself) He must not find it\\n(Aloud) No, indeed, here they both are. (Holds her\\ngloves up eagerly.)\\n(She sees her hostess give the signal for departure. She\\nmust conceal her loss. Nods adieu to Mr. Van L. B. y and\\nfinds out to her cost that there is a difference between a Fre?ich\\nheel and no slipper.)", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "I believe I hate the pleasure.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "The rigid figure of the butler.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Her First Dinner.\\n73\\nMr. Van L. B. (to himself, as he lights a cigar and sighs\\ncontentedly) I wonder if that walk of hers is natural,\\nor cultivated\\nScene The Drawing-room.\\nThe gentlemen have joined the ladies, and the talk flows on\\nsmoothly. The door is opened, and on the threshold appears\\nthe rigid figure of the butler, bearing a trav on which a white\\nsatin slipper [surely a number five rests conspicuously.\\nTableau.\\nScene Miss Ashhurst s Home. Time Midnight.\\nMrs. Ashhurst (co7nforting a iveeping figure) Don t\\ncry, Marian. The first plunge is always the coldest.\\nMiss Ashhurst (between sobs) Oh mummie is\\nthere\u00e2\u0080\u0094 are there any biscuits in the house\\nCurtain.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.\\nHAT roared Mr. Graves, in a\\npas-\\nsion. Do you mean to say, sir, that\\nthat is my my my limb in that\\nbottle\\nCertainly, rejoined the physician,\\ncoolly, turning the jar a little more to the\\nlight; and a remarkably fine specimen\\nit is.\\nBut it is an outrage. Nay, sir, it is\\npositively indecent To think of a part\\nof my body being on exhibition in such a\\nshameless fashion I ll have you arrested, sir.\\nThe doctor gave a quiet chuckle, and placed the offend-\\ning jar on a shelf in a closet.\\nCalm yourself, Mr. Graves. It is not on exhibition.\\nAt least, not to the general public. A very neat job, that\\namputation. I have known but one other person of your\\nyears that recovered so quickly. Here is the limb of that\\nperson, bringing forward a jar which contained a small-\\ner, more daintily-formed leg.\\nBut but that belongs to a lady! gasped Mr. Graves,\\nmuch scandalized, his face becoming suffused with color.\\nCertainly. Miss Cooper Miss Patience Cooper, a\\nnewcomer. Beautiful operations, both of them. He\\narose, closed the closet door and locked it.\\nBut, doctor, this is monstrous! exclaimed the excited\\ngentleman. Cut off a person s limb for every Tom.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78\\nHalf Portions.\\nDick and Harry to look at? I tell you that it is mon-\\nstrous! I ll have the law on you, sir, and he strode\\nangrily from the room, followed by a shout of laughter\\nfrom the doctor. True to his word, Mr. Graves con-\\nsulted several lawyers. All agreed, however, that the\\nphysician was justified in retaining the leg as a speci-\\nmen if he so desired. Disgusted and irritated at the\\nresult, he returned to his room and pondered long and\\ndeeply.\\nI won t have it! he exclaimed at last, aloud. Law\\nor no law, that doctor shall not have that limb! No,\\nsir; not if I have to steal it. Ah!\\nAn idea struck him. Steal it! The very thing. He\\nwould watch his opportunity. He would have that leg.\\nDid it not belong to him? Gloating in anticipation over\\nthe defeat of the doctor, he retired.\\nFor several days Air. Graves refrained from visiting\\nthe physician s office. One morning, as he was walking\\ndown the street, the doctor passed him.\\nWhither so fast? inquired Mr. Graves, facetiously.\\nTo a tiresome patient, answered the doctor, affably,\\nglad that Mr. Graves had recovered his good humor.\\nNot a jolly, good fellow, as you w r ere, Mr. Graves.\\nThank you, and Mr. Graves smiled blandly.\\nThe doctor passed on. Here was his chance. He\\nsauntered slowly along until the physician was out of\\nsight then his manner changed, and he was all alertness.\\nTurning in the direction of the doctor s office, he walked\\nas rapidly as his artificial limb would permit towards it.\\nAs he had expected, the door was unlocked. Entering,\\nhe glanced around. The room was empty. Chuckling\\nat his good luck, he crossed to the closet. Oh, joy! The\\nkey was in the lock. He had just seized it when he heard", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs. 79\\nNot a jolly, good fellow, as you were, Mr. Graves.\\nsteps approaching. With an exclamation of impatience\\nhe snatched up a newspaper, and, hurriedly opening the\\ndoor, grabbed the first jar, enveloping it in paper as he\\ndid so. The steps came nearer. Some one was certainly\\ncoming through the hall to the office. It took Mr.\\nGraves but a second to hastily close the closet door, but\\nin doing so the key fell to the floor. Seating himself, he\\ntried to look composed.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o\\nHalf Portions.\\nA lady entered. Ker manner was hurried. She\\nstopped short when she saw Mr. Graves, and colored\\nfuriously.\\nThe doctor, she murmured, confusedly. I I\\nthought\\nHe is out, and Mr. Graves became calm as he noted\\nher confusion, and spoke suavely. He was always suave\\nto ladies, and this one, though her hair was plenteously\\nstreaked with gray, and she was plainly elderly, had a\\ncweet face and an appealing way that went straight to\\nhis heart.\\nDo you think he will be long, sir?\\nI don t know, I am sure. I hope not, for your sake.\\nI I think I ll wait, then, and she sat down timidly.\\nAs she passed to a chair, Mr. Graves noticed that she\\nwalked with a slight limp.\\nThen I ll wait with you, he said, gallantly.\\nOh, don t! That is would you mind very much not\\nto? exclaimed the lady, in an agitated manner. Oh,\\nwhat am I saying! Please, please go away.\\nAll right, ma am. Mr. Graves arose with dignity.\\nHis vanity was hurt, for he had been pleased with her ap-\\npearance. I meant no offense. Good morning.\\nGood morning, answered she, in such a wistful way\\nthat he forgave her rudeness on the spot, and smiled reas-\\nsuringly at her as he left. Exulting at his success, he\\nreached his room.\\nNow, what shall I do with it? he murmured, as he\\nplaced it on the table. A remarkably fine specimen,\\nthe doctor said. No doubt, no doubt. Theodore Graves\\nalways could give points to an Apollo. I ll take a good\\nlook at it. So saying, he raised the curtain, letting a\\nflood of sunlight into the room, and unwrapped the jar.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.\\n81\\nShe stopped short when she saw Mr. Graves, and colored furiously. 1\\nGood heavens! What was this? Surely that was not\\nhis leg? Mr. Graves looked closer, and then fell back\\nhelplessly into a chair. He had taken the wrong jar.\\nLong he sat there, and gazed stupidly at the thing.\\nWhat should he do? It would never do in the world for\\nit to stay in his room. What if some one should find it", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82\\nHalf Portions.\\nthere? And he a respectable, middle-aged bachelor!\\nFull of agony at the thought, he started up, and con-\\ncealed it hastily in his wardrobe. Not until the key was\\nturned did he breathe easily. The thing must be re-\\nturned; but how? At length he determined upon a bold\\nmove. He would return it that night and get his own.\\nAt midnight a dark figure might have been seen glid-\\ning along the village streets in the direction of the doc-\\ntor s office. It was Mr. Graves. The night was beautiful.\\nThe moon shone brightly, but Mr. Graves did not pause\\nto note its beauty. No watch was kept in the peaceful\\nvillage, and the inhabitants had long since retired to\\nrest, but he proceeded with caution.\\nThe office was in a low, one-story building, opening\\ndirectly on the main street. In the rear was a window,\\nand to this he made his way.\\nThe window, with the carelessness that characterizes\\nthe dwellers of rural communities, had been left un-\\nlocked. It was an easy matter to raise it and crawl in-\\nside, but to the law-abiding Mr. Graves the thing seemed\\nfraught with risk and danger, so that it was some little\\ntime before the feat was accomplished. At last it was\\ndone. Breathless and triumphant, he placed the jar on\\nthe table and sank into a chair to recover himself.\\nAt this moment there was a grating in the lock of the\\noutside door. Great heavens! Could any one be com-\\ning? What would be thought should he be found there\\nat that hour of the night? Mr. Graves glanced around\\nwildly for a place of concealment. The table! He\\ndodged under it just as the door opened and a dark\\nfigure entered.\\nIt moved cautiously. The door was closed gently, and\\nthen the figure glided quietly across the door to the", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.\\n83\\nIt was an easy matter to raise it and crawl inside.\\ncloset, unmindful of the open window. Mr. Graves al-\\nmost gasped aloud in his surprise. It was a woman.\\nThe woman tried the closet door gently, and then\\nwith more force, but it did not yield to her efforts. With\\na moan she sank into a chair and exclaimed, despairing-\\nly:\\nWhy didn t I think of that! It s locked! What shall\\nI do?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "8 4\\nHalf Portions.\\nThe voice went through Mr. Graves like an electric\\nshock. It was that of the lady whom he had met in the\\nmorning. A light broke in upon his mind. It was it\\nmust be Miss Patience Cooper, bound upon the same\\nerrand as he.\\nMa am, said Mr. Graves, softly, looking out from\\nunder the table.\\nThe lady uttered a slight scream and arose in alarm.\\nDon t be afraid, ma am it s only me, and Mr. Graves\\nissued from his place of concealment as gracefully as\\npossible, sublimely unconscious of that slip in grammar.\\nPerhaps we can help each other.\\nThe lady was silent from astonishment. Mr. Graves\\nadvanced boldly to the closet, and, producing a screw-\\ndriver from his pocket, proceeded to remove the lock\\nwith the air of a professional burglar.\\nThere! he said, in a sepulchral whisper, opening the\\ndoor with a flourish. Now we must be quick.\\nHe took down the other jar, and placed it beside the\\nfirst one.\\nThis is your your Mr. Graves paused in some\\nembarrassment, and then went on boldly as he\\nunwrapped the jar. This is what you came for, isn t it?\\nYe-es, assented the lady, timidly. Is is does\\nthat one belong to you?\\nYes, ma am.\\nThen you must be Mr. Graves.\\nGraves, yes. Theodore Graves, at your service. And\\nyou are Miss Cooper?\\nThe lady bowed, and then said in a low tone\\nWhat must you think of me, Mr. Graves, coming here\\nlike a thief? But I could not bear the idea of my\\nmy She paused.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.\\n85\\nWe two can never be strangers.\\nCertainly not, answered Mr. Graves, brusquely.\\nYour feelings do you credit, ma am. Was that your\\nerrand here this morning?\\nYes but I was interrupted before I could make any\\nsearch. It was yours, too, wasn t it?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86\\nHalf Portions.\\nYes; but I got the wrong jar, and had to return it.\\nNow we must hasten.\\nEach took a jar, and, forgetting the window, passed\\nout through the door.\\nHow did you get the key? whispered Mr. Graves,\\nhis caution returning as soon as they were outside.\\nI slipped it out of the doctor s pocket to-day when\\nhe came to see a friend who was ill, returned Miss\\nCooper, in the same tone. Mr. Graves gazed at her in\\nadmiration.\\nWhat shall we do with it? asked she.\\nLeave it in the lock, answered he, with sudden bold-\\nness. Then, like two thieves, they stole away together.\\nWhat shall we do with these things, now that we have\\nthem? queried Mr. Graves when they were at a safe\\ndistance.\\nI shall bury mine, said Miss Cooper, softly.\\nThe very thing! ejaculated he again, with admira-\\ntion. Together let us do it. To-night; but where?\\nIn my garden, answered Miss Patience, who had\\nevidently thought of everything beforehand.\\nOut from the village a short distance was the little\\ncottage where Miss Cooper resided, and to this they\\nrepaired. Miss Patience produced a spade from the barn,\\nand Mr. Graves manfully dug the grave. Then the two\\njars were deposited side by side, the earth filled in and\\npatted down until even with the surface. Then Mr.\\nGraves turned towards her.\\nSeems like we ought to have a prayer or something.\\nhe remarked in subdued tones. Shall we?\\nOh, no, no! and Miss Patience shivered a little. It\\nwouldn t be right, and both of us here in the flesh, would\\nit?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "A Romance of Two Legs.\\n87\\nMiss Patience, and Mr. Graves threw down the\\nspade and turned to her with sudden determination, we\\ntwo can never be strangers again. After all that has\\npassed with this guilty secret between us He\\npaused. Guilty secret was good. He had not known\\nbefore his capacity for mystery, and then resumed\\npompously This guilty bond this crime, I might\\nalmost say we belong to each other. A part of us is\\nburied in the same grave. The rest should be united\\nalso. Will you marry me, Miss Patience?\\nMiss Cooper trembled, but said faintly, You don t\\nknow me, Mr. Graves.\\nYes, I do. I know that you have the same sym-\\npathies and feelings as myself. I liked you this morning,\\nand this gives us to each other. Doesn t it?\\nYes, said Miss Patience.\\nAt the wedding, two weeks later, the doctor congrat-\\nulated them with a twinkle in his eye. Graves, you\\nthief, he said, roguishly, when am I to be paid for my\\nspecimens?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "How She Took It.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "How She Took It.\\nI acknowledge that I belong to an inferior sex.\\nThere are times in every man s life when, worn out\\nwith the strife, he momentarily gives up the battle and\\nutterly capitulates. This is in great part due to the secret,\\nsneaking feeling that by suddenly throwing himself on\\nthe mercy of his opposite, by giving up everything, he\\nmay take her off her guard, and gain more in the end\\nthan by continuing to wage an unequal warfare.\\nIt was this feeling that prompted Witherby to speak as\\nhe did.\\nYes, he continued, while it is not easy for me to\\nsay so, I must acknowledge that it is true. When I\\nopened my mail this morning and saw the number and\\nnumerical strength of the bills you had contracted last\\nmonth, not knowing about them before, I was taken off\\nmy feet, and no doubt said many things to you that were\\ncruel and unjust. Then it was that you reminded me of\\nthe promises and hopes I had given you before our mar-\\nriage, and of the wholly inadequate manner with which\\nthey have been fulfilled. If, as you say, my income is\\nnot sufficient to allow you the common necessaries of\\nlife, then I am alone to blame, and it is not what you were\\nled to expect. It is not always possible for a man to\\nappreciate the broader views of life that a woman takes,\\nor to understand all of the higher motives that actuate\\nher in her sphere. Leading the narrow and circum-\\nscribed existence that I do, working all day in a poorly\\nventilated office, coming in contact with no broadening", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "How She Took It.\\n93\\ninfluences, mingling only with men of my own stamp,\\nand arriving home at night too tired to receive from\\nyour presence that higher culture which you possess, it\\nis no wonder that I often fail to understand or appreciate\\nyour aims and desires. I have no time to go to authors\\nreadings, lectures, play golf, attend five-o clock teas, or\\nread aloud, and I know but too well that these things\\nmake up the difference which puts your sex on the higher\\nplane. In my small way, I have endeavored to manage\\nmy income so that it might meet our wants without my\\ngetting into debt, and my timid nature has no doubt\\nbeen unable to cope with the situation. Had I your\\nmental grasp, I should have arisen to every emergency.\\nMy dear, it is all my fault. We men are not equal to you\\nwomen, and we may as well say so. You have more\\nopportunity, and naturally know more about these things.\\nI know now and feel most deeply that I am your inferior\\nand can only ask you to forgive me if I have offended\\nyou. There are you satisfied?\\nMrs. Witherby eyed her penitent and color-struck hus-\\nband for a moment with a look of mild displeasure.\\nI suppose, she said sternly, that I shall have to be\\nsatisfied but consider how much better it would have\\nbeen, my dear, if you had only explained this before.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "A Devotee to the\\nHigher Culture.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "A Devotee to the Higher\\nCulture.\\nHe was waiting for her when she returned from her\\nclub.\\nHe watched her coming down the street with three\\nother fair devotees, and, unseen, he smiled down on them\\nas they stood on the broad pavement, chatting in their\\neager, girlish voices, eyes shining with excitement and\\ncheeks glowing.\\nIt must have been an unusually interesting meeting.\\nTwice, at least, she essayed to leave them and was drawn\\nback, and the busy hum continued. Then, finally, with\\na wave of her hand, she ran lightly up the steps, and he\\ncould hear her voice in the hall below.\\nIt was some moments before she entered, and then the\\nfire had died from her eyes, though her color still re-\\nmained.\\nShe gave him her hand somewhat coldly.\\nNo! you mustn t, she expostulated, and drew back\\nhastily, as he bent to kiss her. Well, only this once,\\nanyway.\\nLike Rip Van Winkle, he laughed. But what is it,\\ndear? Have I offended you? Are\\nNo, she interrupted him, seating herself at a safe dis-\\ntance and toying with a book. I that is, we girls, con-\\nfusedly.\\nAha! he smiled, and his brows relaxed. I see; you\\nmaidens of the Higher Culture are going to rise superior\\nto the amenities of life. As the boys would say, you are\\ngoing to swear onV", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "9 8\\nHalf Portions.\\nYes, she replied, her dimples returning; you don t\\nput it nicely, but I m glad you understand. You see,\\nMadame gave us a very fine talk to-day about keeping\\nourselves superior to these these familiarities, hesitat-\\ningly.\\nKissing, for instance, he suggested.\\nYes, consciously, and everything of that kind. She\\nsays that we ought to be so interested in other things,\\nhigher things the culture of the inmost striving after\\nthe perfection of the intellectual and spiritual that we\\nshall have no thought of these things.\\nHer eyes had a far-away expression.\\nIt should be our mission, she continued, gravely\\nreferring to her tiny chatelaine tablets, to create an\\natmosphere of the purely intellectual, the metaphysical;\\nto subdue the natural and relegate it to the lower planes\\nof existence.\\nWould you relegate us men to those same lower\\nplanes? he asked, dubiously.\\nCertainly not! she replied, emphatically. A man s\\nmind, with its force and creative power, is a necessary\\nadjunct to the completeness of the whole. Men and\\nwomen should meet on a wholly metaphysical plane, and\\nshould admire each other for qualities of mind, and that\\nsubtle something yet undetermined which we call sphere.\\nWould you believe in marriage? meekly.\\nOh, yes! brightly. Though, of course, when this\\n-order of things has become established there will be\\nfewer marriages, for what we now call love can so seldom\\nbear the clear inspection of our higher culture that the\\ncustom may gradually die away. Yet those marriages\\nthat will then be made will be ideal, the union of mind\\nand mind, a union that makes completeness, and leaves\\nno void.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Aren t you going to kiss me good-by?", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A Devotee to the Higher Culture. 101\\nA suppressed exclamation on his part, dignified silence\\non hers.\\nIf I conclude rightly, he said, with utmost gravity,\\nwe are to live simply in the intellectual. That being\\nthe case, I m not to kiss you, or a warning glance from\\nher or tell you that you re pretty, or anything of the\\nkind, because that would drag you back to the natural.\\nIs that correct? a searching glance.\\nYes only, of course, you re to be nice to me.\\nAll right, cheerfully. It s an excellent plan, no\\ndoubt, when you re used to it, and he plunged into an\\nanimated exposition on telepathy. We ve had a very\\nnice afternoon, he said, as he arose to go.\\nHis hand was on the door, and she was close beside\\nhim.\\nGood-night, he said, and closed the door gently,\\nthen paused for an instant. There was a rustle of skirts\\nand a soft odor of violets.\\nAren t you going to kiss me good-by? she de-\\nmanded", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "A Fire-Light Mirage.\\nIt was the night of the ,14th of February. The air was\\nthick with snow, and thousands of Loves were whirling\\nthrough it, bringing in the accounts of the year for the\\ngreat Bowman s ledger.\\nIn the apartments of Archibald Reed all was still ex-\\ncept for the snapping of the cannel coal in the fire on\\nthe generous hearth of the sitting-room. It was a typical\\nbachelor s apartment, charming with rich-toned rugs,\\nhuge easy chairs, trophies of sport, guns, foils, rods and\\ngolf clubs, and pictures and books in every available spot.\\nOn the mantel-piece, tempering the bric-a-brac, were\\nthe photographs of half a dozen beautiful women, friends\\nand celebrities. One cf them, looking as if it were pho-\\ntographed from a painting, unlike the others, was un-\\nsigned.\\nInto the quiet of the room fluttered a Love. He\\nglanced about eagerly, but his impression was evidently\\ndisappointing. As his gaze fell on the photographs\\nmassed together, he shrugged his shoulders. All on a\\nlevel, he muttered, and turned to the sleeping apart-\\nment. He was gone but a moment, returning with a per-\\nceptibly lengthened countenance. One cf the incor-\\nrigibles, he grumbled horses and dogs, and no time\\nfor a sweetheart. Then he went over and sat at the\\nopen desk beneath the lamplight, and drew out the\\npapers from several pigeon-holes. Nothing but bills,\\nhe sighed pigeon-holes ought to hold love letters, not\\nbills. The warmth of the room was making him sleepy.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "io6\\nHalf Portions.\\nYet pigeons have bills he dropped his head on the\\nblotting-pad, and in a moment would have been fast\\nasleep had not another Love just then arrived.\\nFlello, Little Flame; have you finished here?\\nThe small head bobbed up from the desk.\\nIs that you. Chappie? he yawned, shaking off his\\ndrowsiness. Finished? Almost not quite; but there\\nis scarcely anything to do.\\nMy dear boy the new arrival perched himself on the\\narm of his chair do you know that this is the dwelling-\\nplace of the greatest heart-breaker in town?\\nDoesn t look it.\\nWell, it is true, nevertheless, and the governor sent\\nme to help you out, fearing you would not get through\\nbefore midnight. Let us see what is here.\\nHe leaned forward, and turned over the papers and\\nbills tumbled carelessly together in the large, open com-\\npartment of the desk. He was rewarded by finding three\\nnotes. This may be something. He scanned the\\nenvelopes critically, then shook his head. All mailed\\nto-day, and each in a different handwriting. He opened\\nthe first, glancing rapidly through it.\\nSent her a ruby heart-pin and a bunch of violets that\\nsounds encouraging. Then he opened the second.\\nWants to thank him for his exquisite violets and the\\ncharming ruby heart-pin. Same to both of them there\\nis sentiment for you.\\nLittle Flame had been reading the last. He looked up\\ndolefully. Sends the pin back, but will keep the violets\\nthat she loves.\\nChappie struck his small fist on the arm of the chair\\nand burst into laughter that was bewilderingly sweet,\\nyet had something of the wicked hum of a bowstring in it.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "A Fire- Light Mirage. 107\\nThe lazy beggar! he cried. He wouldn t even take\\nthe trouble to pick out different gifts for them. No more\\nsentiment than a hedgehog not as much as a porcu-\\npine.\\nThey opened the drawers of the desk, and all the cup-\\nboards, even a secret panel that Archibald, who had\\ninherited the desk, knew nothing about but Little Flame\\nwas famous for finding such nooks. Not another line, not\\na picture, not a flower, ribbon, nor tender memento of any\\nsort could be discovered. Chappie was chuckling still.\\nDoesn t keep a thing; that is the way to do it. He is\\nnot going to worry himself with trifles, and get heart-\\nache some day, stumbling over forgotten things.\\nI don t believe he has a heart, groaned Little\\nFlame. A pretty report this will make.\\nChappie was surveying the room with an experienced\\neye. What about those photographs? he asked. Has\\nhe any more?\\nNothing but racehorses in his sleeping-room, and\\nonly those you see here, all lined up together. Can you\\nmake anything of that?\\nChappie shook his head. Not unless they will talk a\\nbit.\\nHe jumped from the arm of the chair and fluttered\\nover to the fire. There was a big easy-chair in front of\\nit, and here he ensconced himself. The chair was of red\\nvelvet; the firelight fell warmly upon it and enveloped\\nChappie in a rosy glow.\\nHe half shut his lids and looked up between the long\\nlashes his eyes gleamed like purple sapphires. Little\\nFlame crept closer, snuggled down on the hearth rug and\\nwatched.\\nChappie still kept his eyes upon the pictures and", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "io8\\nHalf Portions.\\nhummed a little tune it was an air from the sound\\nwaves of a butterfly hovering over a rose, and his voice\\nwas like a harp struck softly. The pictures seemed to\\nbreathe under its spell, and Chappie looked innocently\\naway from them into the fire.\\nThe eyes of the photographs were riveted upon him,\\nas love will hold a woman s eyes.\\nI should put Archie Reed down as a cad, he mur-\\nmured to Little Flame, shading his eyes a moment to\\nwink at him.\\nThat is a very sweeping term, answered Little Flame,\\nsitting up very straight, while curbing a desire to roll on\\nthe hearth rug. It can mean almost anything unpleas-\\nant.\\nThe profile picture of a woman in a big hat turned.\\nShe was not so pretty full face, and Chappie had noted\\nout of a corner of his eye the struggle it had been for\\nher to make up her mind to turn.\\nYou may call him a cad if you like, she answered,\\nher voice clear and carrying, but he is one of the jolliest,\\nsweetest tempered men in the world, ready for anything,\\nand an all-round good fellow.\\nYou think that, because he admires your profession\\nor rather, the profession, said Chappie, nudging Little\\nFlame with his rose-leaf toes.\\nHe is awfully good to us. A wide-eyed girl was\\ntalking. It is all smooth enough sailing now, since I\\nhave the right play to star in but last year, when I was\\nill, he would have married me just to take care of me, if\\nI would have let him. She gave a half-pathetic laugh.\\nHe has been so grateful to me ever since for not letting\\nhim that it is a bit trying but I knew he never really\\ncared.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "A Fire- Light Mirage. 109\\nI think it is not so much the stage that he is fond of\\nas music. The speaker was tall and willowy, gowned\\nin filmy black, with straight features and dark masses\\nof wavy hair caught with a crescent.\\nPooh! said the profile, posed sideways again. He\\ncan t turn a tune.\\nThe new arrival perched himself on the ami of his chair.\\nThat doesn t constitute feeling for music, the Diana-\\nlike one continued. It is a passion with him, deeper\\nthan the mere desire to excel in it himself. I see it when\\nI play for him; her eyes grew black and dreamy. He\\nseems to feel it in every nerve, perfectly happy, perfectly\\ncontent while he can listen.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "no\\nHalf Portions,\\nA fresh, clever-looking woman here broke in. I\\nshould say he cared more for books than music, she\\nsaid. He has chosen so many charming ones for me,\\nand has talked to me about so many more. I feel quite\\nafraid of him at times, he seems so learned.\\nIt is my opinion that he doesn t honestly care a rap\\nabout either. This was from a smart-looking girl in a\\nriding habit, and she struck her boot impatiently with a\\ncrop as she spoke. Give him a fit horse and the dew on\\nthe ground of a fall morning, and he d take a piano and\\na hedge of books on the other side for a chance to be\\noff with us. She raised her hand and gave a soft halloo,\\nand the hound at her feet shivered in his sleep.\\nHe is selfish and cold-hearted, whatever his tastes,\\nsaid a quiet-looking girl beside her. I would not trust\\nhim a moment, nor believe one word he might say, and\\nI know what I am talking about. Her voice was cold\\nbut well modulated, and as she finished she drew her\\nthin lips a little tighter together and looked around. She\\ncaught the eye of the girl in the picture like a painting,\\nand the girl regarded her appealingly. The girl was in\\na ball gown, with roses in rier hands, looking with clear\\neyes out upon the world that seemed a happy one to her.\\nDon t please don t say that! Her manner was\\nsweet and winning as she spoke. I am sure you are\\nwrong; how can he be what you say he is, when he\\nbrings out all that is best and truest in those he talks\\nto? I have not known him so long, but\\nThe thin lips opened again. When you have known\\nhim a little longer you will find out.\\nA ship s clock, the only timepiece in the apartment,\\nstruck eight bells.\\nHush! said Chappie to the photographs, and he and\\nLittle Flame scurried from the room.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "11 That of the girl with the roses he looked at first.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 Half Portions.\\nA valet entered, freshened the fire and went away. At\\nhalf-past twelve Reed came home. He was covered with\\nsnow. When he had taken off his things he sent his\\nman away and sat down by the fire.\\nHe looked into it a long while, then he raised his eyes\\nto the photographs above him. He stood up and gath-\\nered them in his hands. That of the girl with the roses\\nhe looked at first, then put it one side. The others he\\ntook one by one, scrutinized each carefully, and when\\nhe had done, laid it gently on the flames.\\nWhen they were gone he took that of the girl with the\\nroses once more, and, touching it lightly with his lips,\\nreplaced it on the mantel-piece. Still standing, he looked\\nlong and tenderly down upon it. Good-night, little\\ngirl, he whispered you have made a better man of me\\nalready, and June is a long way off.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "The Scar on the Flank.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "The Scar on the Flank.\\nHIS is a love story without the love, and\\nit is not at all extraordinary, for there\\nare many of the sort untold. Patrick\\nMagarvey, Van Diller s new coachman,\\nis responsible for it I borrowed him\\nfrom Van Diller one morning because\\nhe was accounted a marvelous horse-\\nbarber, and I am very particular as to\\nthe clipping of my horses. Then, to\\nj make a sure thing doubly certain, I remained\\nwith him while he did the work, and we\\nbecame quite well acquainted.\\nBrown Bess, my favorite mare, has a scar upon her\\nflank. It was there when she came into my possession,\\nand I had often wondered how she got it. It was the\\nonly thing that marred the beauty of the animal.\\nAfter a time Mr. Magarvey caught sight of this scar,\\nand the clippers ceased to work. He started as if shocked.\\nThen he gave vent to a long whistle that indicated\\nastonishment, and I questioned him without more ado.\\nKnow thot scar, sor? said he. Phew! Would Oi\\nknow me brother Moike if he wor to pop up through a\\nknothole in the Afire? Sure, sor, Oi remimber the toime\\nthe little beauty gets thot put onty her as if it twor to-\\nmorry. Twor foive years ago comin Siptimber first.\\nShe wor a three-year-owld thin, and the proide av owld\\nGeorge Grimley s heart, up in Ontario County, where\\nOi wor workin in thim days. O moy, O moy!", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "n6\\nHalf Portions.\\nOwld Grimley s said many the toime thot the mare\\nwor filled wid bitter blood than fure-thirds av the swills\\nthot visited the place ivery day or three in the year, and\\nOi m thinkin mesilf thot he towld the truth, for there\\ncomes a toime, sor, whin the little darlin s bradin wor\\nput longside thot av a ginuwine aristocrat, and she wins\\nthe race aisy.\\nOi m not remimberin now what wor goin on thin,\\nbut twor a proivate theatrickle, or somethin av the soort,\\nwid a scamper on hoorseback owver the hills in the morn-\\nin and a great roide to the hounds whin the last day\\nwor come, and twor moighty busy we wor in the stables,\\nfor the ladies and gintlemen wor widout mercy in their\\nhearts or judgment in their hids.\\nDid yez iver notice, sor, thot whin folks gets too gay\\nthot a flood av tears comes soon after? Will, sor, some\\nav thot party passed the limit av discretion one day, and\\nthe wailm and lamentation thot follies wor thicker than\\nmosquitoes in a swamp. Twor not me thot wor hilpin\\nit, though, Oi m tillin yez, for, be the grace av the Virgin,\\nOi m knowin a thing or two thot s makin me smoile\\ncontented loike thot tis as tis.\\nThere wor a long-ligged skoonk in the party thot\\ncome whin yez called Reginald. Oi m not tillin yez the\\nother name av him, for Oi m thinkin twould do no good.\\nAnd he wor swate on Blanche, the little daughter av owld\\nGrimley, her thot wor gradiated from shoort drisses long\\nafter Biss here wor dropped onty the turf av this iligant\\nworld. She wor a paich av a girl, the oyes av her snappy\\nand dreamy be spills, and thin agin mixed, which wor\\nfoine to look at. And the father av her wor troyin hard\\nto be a mother to her and raise hoorses at the same\\ntoime, and he foinds the hands av him hivvy wid work\\naven whin he s nothin to do, Oi m tillin yez.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "The Scar on the Flank. 1 1 7\\nRiginald wor not the ownly one thot wor swate on\\nthe girl, aither. She wor one av thim craitures thot\\ndraws min loike a nap on the grass draws floies,\\nand every felly in the party had troied to win the\\naffictions av her and been dropped soft and gintle,\\nloike a brick goes inty a mortar-box all ixcept\\ntwo, Riginald and a young buck disguoised wid the\\nname av Smith, who wor an owld friend av the fam ly on\\nhis father s soide, and wor, Oi could see, will looked\\nupon by owld Grimley.\\nFor some raison, known ownly to the girl (and shewor\\nmoighty ignorant on the point, too, just b twane yez and\\nme, sor), she gives thim two incouragement thot is, she\\ndon t drop thim loike the others, and av coorse after a\\ntoime bad falin s begins to show. They gets very poo-\\nloite and corjul, and thot, sor, whin carried to ixcess in\\nthe bist soociety, manes murder many the toime.\\nRiginald wor the richer av the two. Sure, he d a crist\\non the dog-cart av him thot he d paid a good sum for,\\nand twor very proud he wor av the same, it showin him\\nto have blood in him thot many years ago had kilt inno-\\ncent children and stowl milons and raised the divil wid\\nmoorality intoirely. Av coorse, twor a loie, his havin\\nthe blood, but twor a good guiss av the felly thot sills\\nhim the roights to it. Oi m hearin too, thot he s the\\npictures av some av thim owld duffers hung on the walls\\nav his apartments, whoile the loikeness av his owld\\ngrandfather s hung tinderly in the bottom av an owld\\ntrunk under the back stairs.\\nSmith sticks to his own ancistors, and for thot raison\\nOi favors him in the foight thot s on for the girl. He\\nwor a strappin youngster, wid whoite hair and black\\neyes as black, sor, as thim yez have in your own hid", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "n8\\nHalf Portions.\\nand a plisent twist av the tongue whin talkin wid me\\nwhich the other has not, bein owverbearm and per-\\nductive av wicked thoughts in me moind, that wor on a\\nhair-trigger in thim days, and tis but little bitter now.\\nBowth has hoorses in the stables, too, and Oi judges thim\\nbe thim. Riginald s wor a big bay wid the funny busi-\\nness all knocked out av him. Sure he wor the littlest big\\nhoorse Oi iver saw, startin and trimblm whin yez goes\\nnear him, loike the woife av his owner will be doin\\nthinks Oi, if she s strong as a hoorse and don t doie\\nbefore the chronic trimbles sits in. Smith s hoorse wor\\ndiffrunt. He wor loike Smith, ownly more cowloike\\nand gintle, but not much, and whin yez punches him in\\nthe stall he turns the oyes av him on yez and troies to\\nsay a verse from Scripture, turnin the other soide av him\\nto be punched.\\nOn the day av the theatrickle, or whativer twas, the\\nwhole party gets out early in the moornin*. and again\\njust befoor dinner, havin the ixcoitement on them and\\ncravin activity. Mowst av thim gets back betoimes, but\\ntwo av thim s missin*. and thim two wor Riginald and\\nthe girl. They takes a new road, the others says, manin\\nto get home first but it gets dark and toime for the doin s\\nto begin, and they re not home first yet and Oi m seein\\na troubled look in the oyes av the owld man. and Smith\\nwalks around the place loike a felly wid a bad drame.\\nThin av a sudden they comes on a did walk, Riginald\\nladin his hoorse, thot limps loike a dishrag, and the girl\\nfollyin A great shout gees up Smith not givin it and\\nthey hustles inty the house to get riddy for what they re\\ncallin the preformance. Riginald s hoorse goes lame,\\nthey said, and that howlds thim back. Oi looks the baste\\nowver whin Oi m alone, and Oi m seein thot he s not", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "They sittin on the grane banks av a brook.\\nbad hurt, nadin a bit av a band about the lig and rist\\nfor a toime, but Oi m knowin down in mesilf thot the\\nhurt wor no accident. Later Oi learns thot Riginald", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "120\\nHalf Portions,\\ntills the girl, after monkeyin wid the animal s lig, thot\\nthey ll be havin to lit him rist a bit, and thin makes love\\nto her wid no Smiths to interfere, they sittin on the\\ngrane banks av -a brook whoile the hoorses nibbles the\\ngrass behomd thim.\\nXothin comes av it? Oh, no, sor: nothin comes av\\nit; but tis moighty narrie is the scape the girl has\\nnarrie, sor. as the idge av an Oirish wit.\\nOi wor sittin in me room in the stables thot noight wid\\nno loight, thinkin av a pair of blue oyes thot wor workin\\nthimsilves to a blister in the kitchen av a brownstone\\nhouse in town, and dramin av the lakes av Killarney, thot\\nbe shuttin me oyewinkers down betwane me oyes and\\nthe moon Oi can see plain, whin Oi hears voices stilthily\\nwalkin out nixt the stalls. Xow, what s thot? says Oi,\\nand goes to a bit av a pakehowle Oi has for the sake av\\nconvanience. There, sor, wor Riginald, and wid him\\nthe girl!\\nOi m seein twor a runaway they re going to commit,\\nand Oi m tillin yez Oi m stumped for a minute to know\\nwhat to do. Riginald wor greatly ixcited. Oi could see,\\nand the girl wor trimblin hard.\\nOi can t take moy hoorse.* says he he s lame.\\nThin lit us wait, says the girl.\\nNo, boy hivin! says he. and rushes at the first door\\nlie comes to. which wor Biss s.\\nO moy.O moy.* thinks Oi. if he roides thot youngster\\nthe graif av the owld man at the losin av his daughter\\nwill near kill him. And Oi can see he s goin to roide\\nher. What to do Oi dunno. so Oi stands and does noth-\\nin frantickally and purty soon he lades the little mare\\nout av the stall and troies to put the broidle onty her but\\ntis moiles too big enough, and he whips out his knoife", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "122\\nHalf Portions.\\nand cuts a howle in the throatlatch. Thin he claps a\\nsaddle onty her, and she s not loikin it. She stips about\\nloike a man wid a pain in his taith, and soon Riginald\\nloses his timper intoirely and jabs her in the flank wid his\\nknoife.\\nTwor thin Oi m doin somethin though, bejabers,\\nsor, Oi m knowin no more what to do than Oi knows\\nat first. Oi owpens the door and says what s up? The\\ngirl s alriddy on her hoorse and waitin Riginald gives\\na growl, throwin the saddle aside, and lapes on the bare\\nback av the cowlt. But would she go? No, sor! She\\nstands quiverin not movin a hoof. She s onty the game,\\nOi m thinkin Riginald, still howldin the knoife, troies\\nto jab her wid it agin, and Oi loses me timper. Whir-r-\\nroo! Oi m jerkin him onty the flure and stippin on him\\na bit Oi dunno, and he s swearin loike a dago parrot,\\nand the girl s down off her mount, howldin her ears\\nand shakin wid sobs.\\nThe racket wakes up owld Grimley, him not slapin\\nyit, and he comes rushin out, wid Smith follyin Rigi-\\nnald down t wait to ixplain he slopes off inty the dark\\nav the trays, and the nixt day he sinds a man for his traps\\nand hoorse. The girl slid inty the house, and Smith\\nhangs around whoile Oi drisses the mare s cut and puts\\nher to bid. He s not pumpin me. He s seein it all\\nplain enough, and he s thinkin dapely. The whole party\\nwint home in the mornin widout seein Blanche, it bein\\ngiven out thot she wor near did wid sudden illness, and\\ntwor loike a picnic in the rain, thot damp and dismal\\nyez down t know.\\nThot s all, sor. The girl wor married two years ago,\\nOi m hearin to a felly named Jones, one av thim she\\nfrosted. Smith niver give her another chance. Mebbe", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "The Scar on the Flank.\\n123\\ntwor bitter for him, Oi dunno, but she wor a foine girl,\\nbarrm her foolishness the bist av them has thot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and,\\non the quiet, sor, she loses nothin whin she down t get\\nhim.\\nI extended my hand to Mr. Magarvey, after a silence\\nwhich seemed to indicate beyond doubt that the reminis-\\ncence was at an end, and looked him squarely in the face.\\nPatrick, said I, you have changed somewhat of late\\nyears. Did you know that we had met before?\\nNo, sor, said he, and his eyes twinkled with wonder\\nbeggin your pardon, sor, what s the name?\\nMy name, said I, in what was intended to be an im-\\npressive manner, is Smith. I have taken to the wearing\\nof a beard only recently, and it seems a good disguise.\\nHe looked bewildered for an instant merely a flash.\\nThen he said The Smiths is a very numerous family,\\nsor, and tis many av thim OiVe mit in me day. Oi\\nOi trust, sor, running his finger lightly over the mare s\\nscar, thot tis happy Oi m foindin yez, sor.\\nI might have said yes, but, being honest, I said noth-\\ning.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A Distressing Situation.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "A Distressing Situation*\\nAs Von Blumer opened the door his wife tiptoed down-\\nstairs to meet him, and, after the customary kiss, said\\nDear, the Bishop has come.\\nWhat Bishop? said Von Blumer.\\nYou know perfectly well. Bishop Lancaster. This is\\nhis regular visit to the diocese, and it happens to be my\\nturn to invite him. At least, I insisted upon his coming.\\nOn his way to the house that afternoon Von Blumer\\nhad stopped at the office of the brewery and ordered two\\ndozen bottles of beer to be delivered at once. At the\\ngrocer s he had ordered other materials, more dry and\\nless necessary to the hilarity of the evening. That noon\\nit had suddenly occurred to him that it would be a pleas-\\nant thing to invite the four men with whom he had taken\\nluncheon up to his house in the evening for a quiet game\\nof cards. Von Blumer had been married four years and\\na half just six months short of the allotted period when\\na man learns not to take any step without first con-\\nsulting his wife.\\nI didn t know anything about it, he said.\\nMrs. Von Blumer eyed him petulantly.\\nThat s just like a man, she exclaimed, snappishly.\\nYou never listen to what I say, you are so absorbed\\nin your own affairs. I told you all about it a week ago\\nhow I had written, and the Bishop replied that he would\\nbe here this afternoon.\\nVon Blumer suppressed an inward shudder, and braced\\nup. There was no way out of it, he knew, but to put on\\na bold front. Deception was impossible.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "A Distressing Situation. 129\\nI suppose, he said, that at the present moment the\\nBishop is occupying the best front bedroom.\\nYes.\\nThen, said Von Blumer, in a few moments he will\\nhave the pleasure of seeing a brewery wagon drive up\\nand deliver two dozen bottles of beer. I hope he won t\\nthink it is in honor of his visit. He stopped her with\\na gesture, and quickly proceeded Now, my dear, I m\\nsorry, but it can t be helped. I had forgotten all about\\nthe existence even of this Bishop, and to-day invited\\nsome of the boys up for a quiet little game of cards. So\\nfar as I can see, the Bishop will have to make the best\\nof it.\\nThere was a painful silence. The greatest tragedies of\\nlife usually take place in silence. Then Mrs. Von\\nBlumer gave one of those inexpressible Ohs which in-\\ndicate that a woman s nature has been stirred to its\\ndepths.\\nHow could you do it? she said at last. He is so\\nstrict. I don t see how we can keep it from him. It\\nwas natural that this should be her first thought. The\\nsame thing occurred to Eve.\\nWe can t and we won t, said Von Blumer, with a\\ntragic wave of his hand. I have invited a few friends\\nto my home to play cards yes, poker, and he raised\\nhis voice slightly, in spite of a horror-stricken look of\\nwarning on his wife s face and to drink beer, and I\\ndon t care who knows it. I didn t ask him\\nhere. He isn t my guest. Of course, he is yours,\\nand he shall receive all proper courtesy. You go\\nto church regularly, and it is all right that you should\\nhave him. But there is no reason why I should pose as\\na hypocrite. In his line, I presume, he is an admirable", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "A Distressing Situation. 131\\nman, but I don t consider that he is one whit better than\\nI am. If I want to play cards and drink beer in my own\\nhome I m going to do it. I m not ashamed of it. Von\\nBlumer was aroused. He was only a plain., ordinary\\nman, with small capacities outside of his regular duties.\\nThe delivery wagon drove up. The Bishop was prob-\\nably at that moment sitting in the window of his room\\non the second floor front.\\nThere! said Mrs. Von Blumer. He will see, and\\nto-night he will hear them come in and the noise, too.\\nOh, what shall I do?\\nDo! exclaimed Von Blumer, sternly, as he cut the\\nstring on a box of perfectos he had brought with him.\\nTell him the truth, of course.\\nThe clock struck ten.\\nVon Blumer, excusing himself momentarily from his\\ncompanions, went downstairs past the wide-open door of\\nthe Bishop s empty room to the library where his wife\\nsat alone reading. My dear, he said, do you suppose\\nyou could send some one out for another dozen bottles\\nof beer?\\nYou don t mean to say, said Mrs. Von Blumer,\\nthat you want more beer?\\nVon Blumer waved his hand apologetically above.\\nYes, he replied. You know I hadn t counted on\\nthe Bishop.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "The\\nPrincess s Stepmother.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "ITHIN comparatively recent times there\\nwas a princess who had a beautiful\\nfather. He had a lovely golden beard,\\ndeep violet eyes, a musical second-tenor\\nvoice, and the most charming disposition\\nin the whole world. The queen was a long\\ntime deceased, little regretted by her sub-\\njects, and the princess thought that she\\nshould enjoy having a stepmother. So one\\nday she summoned her father to her audience room and\\ntold him that she thought he had been a widower quite\\nlong enough.\\nYou know, said she, that while you do your very\\nbest, we haven t had any thoroughly good preserves\\nsince dear mamma was no more. The Friday cleaning\\nis much neglected, and the bric-a-brac has not been\\ndusted since I don t know when.\\nTrue, my dear, said the king sweetly.\\nWell, papa, how does the idea strike you?\\nFavorably, my love, said the king. I feel that I am\\nnot the housekeeper your mother was, and the market-\\ning weighs on my mind. I am tired of hominy and of\\noatmeal. Buckwheat cakes are not wholesome if eaten to\\nexcess, and really I am sometimes so puzzled to know\\nwhat to have for breakfast that I can t sleep at night, and\\nwake up in the morning all of a twitter just like the\\ndear little birdies.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "136\\nHalf Portions.\\nPoor papa! said the princess, thoughtfully. It is\\nquite possible that a stepmother queen would relieve you\\nof many of these details. At all events, I should like to\\nhave you marry somebody, if you don t mind very much.\\nCertainly not, said the excellent king. But I would\\nlike my bride to be as patrician and aristocratic as pos-\\nsible.\\nOf course, said his daughter, delighted that her\\nfather made no graver conditions.\\nSo she sent for her private stenographer and type-\\nwriter, and caused the following notice to be published\\nin all the newspapers next morning:\\nAAA. Wanted A stepmother to the royal princess.\\nMxist be of highest lineage, good housekeeper, domestic\\nand come well recommended. Apply at the palace for\\nthree days between twelve and four. No triflers.\\nThis advertisement attracted some attention. As there\\nhappened to be no railway disasters or explosions for\\nthe three days during which it appeared, there was little\\nto occupy the people s minds, and the stepmother vacancy\\nwas much discussed.\\nIn a remote suburb of the capital a graceful and\\nslender widow s son of some twenty-five summers was\\nsent by his mother to buy a loaf of bread. Usually the\\nwidow made her own bread, but that day there had been\\nsomething the matter with the yeast cake, and the rising\\nhad not arisen as it should have done.\\nAs the baker handed over the twisted loaf, he wrapped\\nit in a piece of the newspaper in which was the notice\\nalready quoted, and, on his way home, the young man s\\neye caught the words Wanted A stepmother. He\\ncould hardly wait for the elevator to reach the modest\\nflat on the seventh floor before he had rushed into the", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "The Princess s Stepmother\\nShe sent for her private stenograjiher.\\nwidow s apartments and breathlessly read aloud the\\nitem.\\nThere, mother! he cried, I always knew that some\\nday there would be a chance for you!\\nHow do you mean, my son? asked the widow,\\nplacidly, laying aside her spectacles.\\nThe hand of fate is in it, he shouted with enthu-\\nsiasm. Promise me that you will not let such an", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "138\\nHalf Portions,\\nopportunity pass by! You must be the princess s step-\\nmother. Grant me this boon!\\nI have never refused you any reasonable request,\\nsaid she. thoughtfully. But this really requires some\\ndeliberation.\\nWhy, mother, everybody says that the king is per-\\nfectly charming and\\nModerately respectable monarchs are always de-\\nscribed as charming by their contemporaries, said the\\nwidow. Now if I could only get the opinion of pos-\\nterity, I should feel safer\\nWhat have elderly people starting out to make their\\nfortunes got to do with safety! he exclaimed, impatient-\\nly. Now, if it were who was to marry, caution would\\nbe in place but elderly people and second marriages\\nreally, mother, your ideas are quite revolutionary.\\nI suppose you must be right, she said, musingly.\\nYou ve had little or no experience of life, and your\\nopinions ought to be fresh and unbiased by the exulta-\\ntion of success or the bitterness of failure.\\nSo the widow rose slowly, and, picking the threads\\ncarefully from her gown, threw them in the grate\\ninstead of brushing them off on the rag carpet.\\nWhat would I better wear? she asked, for she was\\nbeginning to be interested, in spite of herself.\\nI would suggest your gray watered silk, said the\\nyoung man, and that bonnet with the black aigrette.\\nYou know the princess is opposed to the Audubon\\nSocieties, and if you win her favor it will go a long way\\nwith so dutiful a father.\\nWould I better go to see my fairy god-son first?\\nasked the widow, doubtfully.\\nNow the fairy god-son was a young gnome, who had", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "The Princess s Stepmother. 139\\nturned out very badly from a gnomic point of view, being\\nrather tall and slender and handsome, and having a\\ndisposition generous to the degree of positive prodigality.\\nTherefore, the real son, who, it may be added right here,\\nwas not without ulterior designs upon the hand of the\\nprincess, inclined to the view that his foster-brother\\nwouldn t be of much use and that, anyhow, he didn t\\nwant him around before his own affairs were satisfacto-\\nrily settled.\\nYou can ask him to the wedding afterward, you\\nknow, he said, grudgingly.\\nTo be sure, replied his mother, and having by this\\ntime completed her toilet, she rang the beli for the\\nelevator and set out for the palace.\\nAs might be imagined, there was quite a crowd going\\nin that direction, and any one, upon arriving at the royal\\nresidence, would have been sure to mistake it for a\\ndepartment store on bargain day. Every court, hall and\\napartment was packed close with women in gala attire.\\nNaturally, many of them belonged to the class popularly\\nknown as beggar-maids, for, despite the requirement\\nof aristocratic birth mentioned in the ad, it was diffi-\\ncult to believe that traditional usage would be entirely\\nset aside, and, besides, it was a notorious fact that, once\\nwealthy, it was the easiest thing in the world to find that\\na beggar-maid, or a politician s daughter or anybody,\\nin fact was just full of royal blood in disguise.\\nThere was also quite a sprinkling of adventurous prin-\\ncesses from neighboring kingdoms, for the king was not\\nso very old, and his pleasant disposition and domestic\\nhabits made him quite a catch from the standpoint of\\ncertain so-called new ideas then prevalent among women,\\nbut now happily extinct.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "Half Portions.\\nA number of spectators, too, were on hand, and, oddly\\nenough, one of the first persons the widow saw, when\\nshe entered the palace, was her own god-son. This dis-\\nturbed her somewhat, but, bearing home injunctions in\\nmind, she bowed pleasantly, but distantly, and looked in\\nthe opposite direction. The fact that a herald was at\\nthat moment making a proclamation rendered these\\nsocial tactics easy and natural.\\nThe substance of the proclamation was that, in view\\nof the unexpectedly large number of suitresses, the diffi-\\nculty of making a selection and the unwillingness to\\noffend anybody, the affair would be put -on a competitive\\nbasis. Certain tasks would be prescribed the successful\\ncandidate would receive the king s hand, the unsuccess-\\nful ones would get the executioner s which was the\\nsimple method then in vogue to prevent all heartburnings\\nand dissatisfaction on the part of the people who failed\\nin such contests.\\nThe princess sat on her throne and waited for the\\nhouse to clear up but not a person stirred, which was\\nquite different from what would have happened had the\\ncandidates been diffident male suitors. Thereupon, after\\nwaiting a decent time, she directed her father to stand at\\nher right hand, and the executioner at her left, and\\nordered the contests to begin.\\nThe genealogical tests were passed with a rush by\\neverybody except one extremely pretty and modest-look-\\ning young lady, who seemed a little uncertain when she\\ngot four generations back. The princess eyed her curi-\\nously for a moment and gave orders to begin the exam-\\nination in higher mathematics. Here, too, all passed\\ntriumphantly, being without exception graduates of\\nfemale colleges that is, all passed except the pretty", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "The Princess s Stepmother. 141\\nShe ordered the contest to begin.\\nyoung lady mentioned above, who got very badly tangled\\nup with Storm s theorem, and finally threw it aside with\\nthe remark that it was a mean old thing, and wouldn t\\nbe of any earthly use to a woman, anyhow. The prin-\\ncess frowned, and matters began to look serious. Then\\nthey adjourned to the royal links, but the golf contest\\nresulted exactly like all the others. It was required that\\neverybody should make each hole in a single drive, the\\ncontestants being allowed to count for themselves. All\\nsucceeded again save the same young lady, who finished\\nthe nine holes with a score of forty-three, and remarked", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "142\\nHalf Portions,\\nexultantly that it was the best she had ever done on those\\nlinks.\\nSo it went on with unvarying results, except that in\\nthe wheelwoman s fancy tourney the girl who had failed\\nso systematically actually refused to ride, on the absurd\\npretext that she didn t look well on a wheel. To be\\nsure, none of the rest did either, but they all had strong,\\nmasterful characters, and acted just as if they didn t know\\nhow ungraceful they were.\\nFinally, all the contests were over, and the judges\\nannounced that everybody had succeeded in everything\\neverybody except one\\nThe princess seemed nonplussed, and the situation\\nseemed worse than ever. All of the successful candidates\\nwere talking at once, several were making set orations,\\nand a bargain-counter movement upon the throne and the\\nmonarch seemed imminent.\\nDuring the confusion, however, the gnome had taken\\noccasion to slip up to the princess and propose to her,\\nwhich was so unprecedented and untimely that she\\npromptly accepted him, whereupon he called her atten-\\ntion to the fact that, really the only basis for settling the\\nstepmother imbroglio was to give her father s hand to\\nthe young lady who had failed, she being the only unique\\nperson among the contestants.\\nAnd execute all the others? cried the princess, glee-\\nfully, clapping her hands.\\nNo, said the gnome. Why not compromise with\\nthem on the basis of suspending sentence?\\nThis suggestion appealed at once to the logical sense\\nof the princess and proclamation was made accordingly.\\nThe widow and her son were naturally highly indig-\\nnant at the gnome, who could give no excuse for his", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "The Princess s Stepmother. 143\\nThe gnome had taken occasion to slip up to the princess and\\npropose to her.\\nconduct except that the young lady he had helped was\\nan utter stranger to him, and that he had no idea that\\nhis foster-mother intended entering the contest.\\nSo the gnome married the princess, and the young\\nlady who failed in everything married the king, and,\\ncuriously enough, before six months had passed the\\nqueen was managing the kingdom, and her husband and\\nher stepchildren and everything and everybody, and not\\none of them all ever suspected it or ever dreamed of being\\ndissatisfied.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy.\\nIn the spring, the sparrow s fancy\\nLightly turns to thoughts of love.\\nThus quoth, one day in early spring, Mr. Thomas\\nEndicott Chirp to Mr. William Brewster Wattle.\\nThey were perched upon a tree in Boston Common,\\noverlooking the Frog Pond, on the curb of which several\\nmalignant cases of flirtation were already manifesting ad-\\nvanced symptoms.\\nMr. Chirp, or Tom Chirp, as he was familiarly called,\\nwas a confirmed bachelor, just completing his third year.\\nHe was very highly respected among his acquaintances\\nas a bird whose opinions were of some importance, since\\nhe rarely advanced them unsought, and then only after\\ncareful deliberation.\\nWillie W attle had just experienced his first winter, and\\nwas impatiently awaiting the delights of spring. He had\\nmet Chirp at the Somerset Club, an exclusive organiza-\\ntion which gathered in the cozy corner of a building just\\nacross on Beacon Street, and they had become fast\\nfriends. Each found in the other the qualities that he\\nhimself lacked, yet coveted. Chirp liked the fresh, frank\\nboyishness of Wattle, while the latter admired the self-\\nreliant solidity and unruffled serenity of the former.\\nWillie had been confiding to Tom his fondness for a\\ncertain young miss, which evoked the poetic introduction\\nto our story. Yes, my fledgling, continued Tom, I\\ndon t mind telling you I ve been through it myself.\\nIs that so! exclaimed Willie; why, Lthought you\\nwere a bachelor by preference.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "Half Portions.\\nSo it is generally believed., and it is practically the\\ntruth, as I might have mated a dozen times had I wished.\\nBut, in confidence, I was once pretty hard hit. It was my\\nfirst spring, and just when I thought all was going as\\nmerrily as the fountain, she mated with an old duffer.\\nI must admit I took on quite a bit but I was pretty\\nyoung then, and philosophy can come only with age and\\nexperience. Careless, unreasoning gaiety left me, and\\nfor a while I grew sour, then gradually became what\\nyou see me. I never excite myself over anything, but\\ntake life as I find it, without expecting to find too much.\\nOn the other claw, I take care not to get pessimistic.\\nIt simply means that while I may not be deliriously\\nhappy, I am at least comfortable. Still, I like to see the\\nfresh enthusiasm of youth, and in fact rather envy you a\\nbit, for, with it all, you are not aggressively fresh. As\\nto Miss Chippy, I hope you will go in and win her, and\\nhonor me with your confidence.\\nThank you, old bird, replied Willie I suppose I m\\na weak fool, but really I haven t any self-confidence what-\\never. When I try to talk with her my bill chatters so that\\nI positively stutter. Then some cool young chap comes\\nalong and flutters a wing, and hops cavalierly before\\nher, and she ignores me altogether.\\nWhy don t you peck at her to attract her attention,\\nand then hop your prettiest?\\nI simply haven t the courage. You see, I was\\nunfortunate in having been the youngest of a large family.\\nMother died about the time I was able to fly, so I was\\nbrought up by my father and elder brothers. Father was\\nvery stern and exacted absolute, instantaneous obedience.\\nThe result was that I, being so much younger than the\\nothers, was kept very busy obeying one or the other all", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy, 149\\nilf?/ hill chatters so that I positively stutter.\\nday, and eventually, since anything I chose to do without\\norders was sure to displease some member of the family,\\nceased to act except as directed. As I look back it aston-\\nishes me to think I should have submitted to it, but you\\nsee I knew nothing different, and it seemed to me per-\\nfectly natural. The pity is that T can t shake this off. If\\nany one gets the least particle aggressive I instantly sub-\\nside, and, on the other claw, if any one shows me the\\nleast affection, I am ready to follow him to the sun.\\nI understand your case, said Tom, and there are\\nmany others similarly placed, though they haven t the\\nwit to see it. Come over on the grass with me and I ll\\nteach you the Newport flutter and the Casino hop, and\\nif they don t catch Miss Chippy it s because my name\\nis Chump and not Chirp.\\nThey hopped about the grass with fluttering wings, un-\\ntil Tom pronounced Willie the personification of grace.\\nThey then separated for the night, Tom going to the\\nclub where he lodged, and Willie hurrying away to the\\nChoral Union. This is the largest choral society in town,\\nand meets every evening at sundown on the trees in\\nKing s Chapel Burial Grounds. Here they held forth", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "Half Portions.\\nfor an hour or more, to the astonished admiration of\\nall not otherwise engaged.\\nWillie did not remain long, however. His head was\\ntoo full of Miss Chippy and the intended bombardment\\nof her affections, so he returned to the precincts of the\\nFrog Pond. Here he practiced his hop and flutter until,\\nintoxicated with excitement and self-approval, he became\\nentirely oblivious to all around him.\\nAbout ten feet away, a venerable old grandma had been\\nhopping sedately about, until suddenly she perceived this\\nhandsome cavalier cavorting amorously to and fro. It\\nmust be for her; there certainly was no one else in the\\nvicinity so down she swooped on him, threw herself on\\nhis breast, and exclaimed, Oh, this is so sudden!\\nWillie was at first too much surprised to do more than\\nstare. Then, recovering himself somewhat, but still\\nunder the influence of his previous intoxication, he\\nplunged madly into a reckless flirtation,\\nwas his first offense.\\nSome time later, under cover of the\\ndarkness, he slipped away to the pond,\\nwhere, in the brilliancy of the electric\\nlight, he drank copiously then gazing\\nupon his reflection in the water, he\\nwinked at it and said, You re a\\ndevil\\nHe then flew to his father s\\nhome, Beacon Street Mall,\\nPublic Garden, third tree on\\nthe left from Arlington Street.\\nHe was severely scolded for\\nbeing out so late, but paid no\\nattention to it. There was\\na mist in his brain, and a\\nI assure you it\\nOh, this is so sudden.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy. 151\\nringing in his ears that was so unprecedented and\\ndelightful that I verily believe if Mr. Wattle hadn t been\\ntoo sleepy to prolong it, Willie might have answered\\nback. He settled himself quietly on his perch, however,\\nshook the dust out of his clothes, and with a merry\\ntwinkle, exclaiming, Oh, not so bad! he put his head\\nunder his wing and slept.\\nOne afternoon, a week later, Chirp was perched at the\\nclub, when in hopped Willie, with dejection exuding from\\nevery feather.\\nHello, fledgy, said Tom you re not a living picture\\nof Gaiety. What s up?\\nWillie perched himself in a secluded angle, and leaned\\nhis head against the wall without a reply.\\nA sympathetic smile played round the corners of Tom s\\nbill for a moment, then he said, Come along with me;\\nI guess we understand each other.\\nWillie went, and when they reached the tree of con-\\nfidences Tom said, Now, out with it.\\nWell, the amount of it is, I ve been turned down and\\nI m going to throw up the whole business.\\nOh, nonsense! said Tom.\\nI ve nothing to live for, retorted Willie. Besides,\\nI m not fit to live. A bird has only to look ugly at me\\nand I m done for, even if I am in the right, and we both\\nknow it.\\nWhy don t you stand up in your claws, then?\\nSimply because I don t know how. You see, when I\\ntried it at home, I was pecked into submission, and now\\nyou might as well expect to hatch out a cow from a\\ncucumber as to get boldness out of me.\\nWell, let s hear about Miss Chippy.\\nThe day after I last saw you I met her at Mrs. Fluffy s", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "152\\nHalf Portions.\\nfive-o clock douche, at the Venus Fountain. She looked\\ncharming, and gave me considerable encouragement, so\\nI put my name down for two showers and a plunge. She\\nlooked a little alarmed, but said, confidentially, All right,\\nbut don t tell anybody. I promised.\\nFirst we had a shower, and I, at least, enjoyed it very\\nmuch but when I came for the plunge she asked to be\\nexcused, as she had a chill and as for the second shower,\\nshe was just starting off with that Dick Speckle, when I\\ncame up and asked if this wasn t mine.\\nShe looked me plumb in the eye, and said, I don t\\nknow, is it?\\nWe referred to her list, and found it was Speckle s.\\nWhile they were douching, I went and examinee! her list\\ncarefully, and I ll swear Speckle scratched out my name\\nand put in his, for the gravel looked kicked up for quite\\na space around. He s an awfully self-important duffer,\\nanyway, simply because he douches so well. He always\\nhas some new movement the Caprice or the Lenox, or\\nsomething else and the girls like it because it attracts\\nattention.\\nWell, afterward, when I saw her alone, she said she\\nwas very sorry, and confided to me that she believed he\\ntampered with her list. She gave me a long, warm look\\nthat made me gulp down something that wasn t there,\\nand all was again serene.\\nThe next day I had a very pleasant fly with her, and\\nwe became very confidential she called me Willie and\\nI called her Dot.\\nThe day after that I saw her in the Public Garden, and\\ndetermined this was a good chance to settle the matter,\\nso I gave her the song and dance you taught me, and I\\ndoubt if you could have done any better. My wings", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy.\\n153\\nwere extended at just the right angle, and fluttered with\\njust the proper degree of tremuiousness. I was really in\\nvery good form, and had made quite an impression, when\\nalong came that Speckle, and my self-confidence began\\nto escape.\\nYou know he is uncommonly graceful, anyway, hang\\nhim! and he knows it, too, so he didn t care if there were\\na dozen of me. I plucked up heart, however, and remem-\\nbering how slightingly she spoke of him at the douche\\nparty, resumed my promenade.\\nWillie, I guess you d better go home and do the chores. 1\\nHe kept right on, as though I wasn t there, and in a\\nfew minutes I discovered that she seemed to agree with\\nhim.\\nI hopped over and pecked at her as you told me to,\\nbut I m afraid I was a trifle too emphatic, for she flew at\\nme and damaged me considerably. Speckle then thought\\nhe would have some fun with me, and I was beginning\\nto think I didn t want her anyway, when another bird\\nappeared and gave Speckle the worst feather dusting I\\never saw. Speckle disappeared.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "154\\nHalf Portions,\\nI looked at my champion, and found to my astonish-\\nment that it was father. Of course I felt reassured, and\\nwas about to resume my relations with Miss Chippy,\\nwhen he gave me a look that would crack an egg, and\\nsaid, Willie, I guess you d better go home and do the\\nchores. With that he flew off with her, and she looked\\nmightily amused.\\nNow, what could I do fly in the face of my tather?\\nAnd then that Willie, and the chores you must admit\\nit was d d humiliating.\\nAn uncomfortable situation, surely, said Tom.\\nWell, resumed Willie, later in the day I encountered\\nher on my way home. I put the question right to her\\nwould she have me or not. She looked surprised, and\\nsaid she had supposed our relations to be simply Platonic.\\nThen she added, archly, T ll be a mother to you, though.\\nSure enough. The old gentleman, being a widower,\\nhad come into the game on his own account. So now\\nthey are mated, and I have to do her chores, and get\\nordered around worse than ever.\\nI wouldn t stand it, said Tom. Why don t you take\\nbachelor s apartments, and let them raise their own mes-\\nsengers?\\nSo she supposed your relations were simply Platonic,\\ndid she? Well, if I know the type and I think I do\\nyour father will think his relations are simply Plutonic.\\nNever mind, your turn will come yet. By the way, I ve\\ngone and done it. Yes, sir; mated last Tuesday. The\\ndearest little puff you ever saw. I didn t suppose I could\\never care for any one again, but find that all that is\\nnecessary is a reasonable amount of attractiveness and\\nmutual consideration. Time and association will do the\\nrest. Come over and see us Commonwealth Avenue,", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy.\\n155\\nfirst tree on the right, west of Berkeley Street. Now\\ncheer up. It will come out all right. Good day.\\nYes, that s easy enough to say when it s the other\\nchap, brooded Willie. Still, I suppose he s more than\\nhalf right. If I could only go into a trance until things\\nstraighten out, it would be comparatively easy but how\\nam I ever to drag on like this, with a windmill in my\\nhead and a millstone in my chest?\\nIsvppose my next duties will be as nursemaid.\\nHello Here s where you are, is it? broke in Pa\\nWattle. Now get home pretty quick your mother\\nwants you, he added, with a malicious twinkle in his eye.\\nWillie pulled himself together to rebel, but pa came\\nat him so viciously that he changed his mind, and con-\\ncluded it would be more comfortable at present to\\nacquiesce.\\nPa followed closely behind, and on arriving at the trees,\\nstepma informed Willie that he was to sit on the eggs", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "156\\nHalf Portions.\\nwhile she and pa went to call on his brother Eddie and\\nhis mate.\\nWillie meekly slid into the nest and was soon left to\\nhis own reflections, which were hardly what one would\\ncall cheerful.\\nWell, this is a pretty occupation for a self-respecting\\nyoung sparrow with a dark-brown spot on his breast.\\nWasn t it enough to have me errand boy for the entire\\nfamily all last season without turning me into an incu-\\nbator? I suppose my next duties will be as nurse-\\nmaid and for her offspring, too! Oh, this is madden-\\ning! I ve a good mind to light out and let the pesky\\nthings get addled. That would hardly be fair, though;\\nand just because they are mean enough to take advan-\\ntage of my amiability is no reason why I should make\\nmyself a fratricide, even in embryo.\\nAbout sunset the pair returned, and Mrs. Wattle, being\\nrather fatigued, relieved Willie on the nest. He then flew\\nback to his lonely retreat near the Frog Pond, where he\\nperched in the angle formed by a limb, and leaned his\\nweary little head against the tree trunk. Here he re-\\nmained till after dark, going over and over the situation,\\nand always coming back to the same point.\\nI don t like to do it. he exclaimed at last, but don t\\nsee any other way out of it, so here goes.\\nHe looked down at the pond, but the water seemed so\\ndark and cold that he turned away with a sigh and flew\\nout to Tremont Street, where the electric lights were\\nblazing brilliantly. He looked at one of these intently\\nfor a moment, then shivered and said, Not that way!\\nHe then flew straight up, up, until the city looked like a\\ncluster of diamonds far below then closing his eyes and\\nfolding his wings, he breathed a little prayerful sigh of", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "A Sparrow Tragedy.\\n157\\nappeal to his Maker, and yielded himself to the force of\\ngravity.\\nThe next morning his poor little body was swept up by\\nthe unsympathetic street department, without a thought\\nbeing paid to the unsatisfied longing, hope and despair\\nthat had torn the sensitive little heart within that tiny\\nbunch of feathers.\\nFor a day or two Mrs. Wattle wondered why he didn t\\nreturn, and a friend occasionally asked after him then\\neverything moved on as serenely as though he had never\\nbeen.\\nWe may dip a cupful out of the ocean, but the waters\\nclose and remain as before.\\nF", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "OLD^GEIOP O", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Old George.\\nOld George is a trump, and nobody envies him his big\\nrun of luck. And yet it does seem funny that of all men\\nthat is, all our men Old George should take the\\nstakes. It s the rusty old saw over again, about the race\\nnot being to the swift and yet that s not just pat, either,\\nbecause Old George is the swiftest of the swift. Not in\\nhis head, you see- just in his legs. For George s legs\\nwere the glory of the Varsity. Even Prexy himself\\nalluded to them as laurel-twined props. Yes, Old George\\ncould run like well, there was nothing in the other\\nVarsities that could run like him, and that s description\\nenough. He wasn t strong in books. These big run-\\nners never are. But you can rest assured that he had\\nall the coaching he could stand, and we just shouldered\\nand boosted and carried him through everything. No-\\nbody ever knew such a dear old fellow not a muff, you\\nknow but so willing and pleased and grateful for every-\\nthing that was done for him. Yes, and always watching\\nout to do some good turn for the fellows. He had\\nmoney, too, but it didn t hurt him.\\nWell, Bertie Middaugh took a house party down to\\nhis home at Tauntum after commencement, just a half-\\ndozen of us, and he coaxed Old George to go along.\\nBertie had his sister down for commencement a stun-\\nning girl, half a million in her own right and we were\\nall spoons on her except George. He never cared for\\ngirls.\\nSo we went down, and it was a grand old place. And", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "l62\\nHalf Portions.\\nBella, that was Bertie s sister, had invited up some of\\nher classmates from Smith, and we made up a right\\nmerry party. All except Old George. He didn t seem\\nto quite enter into the spirit of the thing. He was the\\nbest fellow you ever saw at helping other people to feel\\ncomfortable, but no earthly good at letting them enter-\\ntain him.\\nWell, the third morning we were there Old George\\ncame strolling into the breakfast room with a wonderful\\nglow on his face. Somebody asked him where he got\\nit, and George claimed it came out of a pink saucer, but\\nI noticed just then that Bertie was winking hard at me.\\nAs soon as George strolled out of the way Bertie\\nwhispers, I ll bet you a tenner that Old George has\\nbeen sprinting on father s quarter-mile track back of the\\nbig barn. I laughed and told the girls, and Bella at\\nonce proposed that we get up early the next morning\\nand slip over to the track, and catch Old George at his\\nbeloved pastime. So it was quickly arranged.\\nWe were all up just at sunrise and on our way to the\\nquarter-mile. As we cautiously approached the barn\\nwe saw some of George s clothes lying in the big door-\\nway, and a moment later, as we turned the corner, there\\nwas Old George himself, in full racing costume, with a\\nblanket over his shoulders, just stepping onto the track.\\nHe was a good deal cut up when we burst into view, but\\nOld George is too much the gentleman to show any\\nchagrin. We all begged him to run for us, but he\\nstoutly demurred until Bella made a personal matter of\\nit. At which he gravely bowed and tossed the blanket\\nto one side. I took out my watch, and then and then\\na dreadful thing happened!\\nJim Blakeslee had been smoking a cigarette, and he", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "164\\nHalf Portions.\\nmust have flung it down, half-smoked, on the grass near\\nwhere Bella was standing. She had on some kind of\\nfluffy, white summer dress, with with blue ribbons, I\\nthink. Anyway, she looked positively stunning, as she\\nalways did. She stood there in her loveliness, watching\\nOld George with eager eyes, and the first thing we knew\\none of the girls screamed and we looked around, and\\nthere was Bella all aflame! Then she screamed, too,\\nand started down the lane like a mad thing, the flames\\nleaping over her head, and we standing there like wooden\\nfools. Old George heard the scream, too, and whirled\\naround. He snatched up the blanket, and in twenty\\ngreat strides had caught the poor girl. He flung the\\nblanket about her, he thrust her down on the turf, he\\nrolled her over, he beat at the fire in her hair with his\\nnaked hands.\\nIt was all over in less time than it takes me to tell it,\\nand then Old George leaped at Bertie.\\nFor God s sake, he stammered, where s the\\ndoctor?\\nHalf a mile down the road, gasped Bertie white\\nhouse, green blinds.\\nBefore he got the last word fairly out George was off\\ndown the lane, running at his top speed.\\nI saw his great race with Ambrose, the Cambridge\\ncrack, but he never ran as he did for that country doc-\\ntor. The old medic told us afterwards that when George\\nburst into the yard that morning he thought he had to\\ndeal with a circus lunatic. But George gasped out his\\nerrand in a half-dozen words, and the doctor ran for his\\nhorse and chaise, which fortunately were standing at the\\nside porch.\\nAs he turned to speak to George he caught sight of\\nhis hands.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Old George.\\n165\\nHeavens, man! he cried; look at your fingers!\\nHurry! yelled George. But the doctor reached\\nunder the seat of the chaise and drew out a bottle.\\nThat s the stuff for burns, he cried as he tossed it\\nto George; rub it on your hands.\\nThe next moment George was out in the road, bottle\\nin hand, running at top speed again, the doctor lashing\\nthe old mare after him.", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "i66\\nHalf Portions.\\nIt didn t seem as if Old George had been gone any\\ntime at ail when we saw him flying back. He whirled\\ninto the lane, running like a greyhound. As he came up\\nhe motioned backward, and we saw the doctor s mare\\ncoming over the hilltop. There was something shin-\\ning in George s hand. For burns! he gasped, and\\npitched headlong on his face.\\nWell, when the doctor got there he had two patients,\\nfor Old George had completely collapsed, and when his\\nhorribly blistered hands were tied up, we had to half\\ncarry him to the house.\\nBut next morning, when he learned that Bella s burns\\nwere not serious, that her face was untouched, and that\\nshe would be out in a few days thanks to the circus\\nlunatic, continued the doctor Old George, barring his\\nbandaged hands, was all right again.\\nWell, the doctor kept Bella pretty quiet all the morn-\\ning, but in the afternoon he let us go into the room and\\nsee her for a moment. So we went in very quietly, and\\nsaid a word or two, and Bella smiled and softly thanked\\nus for our good wishes, and we came out again. All ex-\\ncept Old George, who wouldn t go in with us, despite\\nour urgings. Xo. Ke shook his head and hung back,\\nand looked at his bandaged hands, and said it would be\\na shame to take the smell of liniment into a sick room.\\nWell, I told him how Bella received us, propped up\\nagainst big pillows, with her beautiful hair spread out\\naround her. and I added that she never looked more\\nlovely. I noticed that Old George s eyes glistened, and\\nthat he suddenly breathed hard, but I had no idea what\\nit meant.\\nWell, when we came out of Bella s room Bertie had\\nlingered behind. Both the auntie and the nurse were", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "Half Poi twns.\\nand burst out a-crying!\\nbusy elsewhere for the moment, and Bella called to him.\\nHe asked if she wanted anything he told us this after-\\nwards and she answered, Yes, dear. Bertie says it\\ntook him by surprise. She hadn t called him dear for\\nyears. Is it a drink? he asked. She shook her head.\\nDid she want to see the flowers? No, she didn t want to\\nsee the flowers. What then? You know what I want,\\nBertie, she whispered. I want to see him alone.\\nBertie wasn t the brightest youth in the Varsity, but\\nhe grasped what she meant at once. He just turned,\\nand came out, and called Old George. My boy, he\\nsaid, sister wants to see you. George trembled and\\nbegan to balk. Say, he murmured, I can t go in", "height": "3394", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "halfportions00unse_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Old George.\\n169\\nthere with these evil-smelling boxing gloves, and he\\nheld up his damaged fists. Then Bertie stopped him.\\nIs that the way to treat a lady s request? he asked, half\\nsavagely. So Old George let his head drop at that, and\\nwent back with Bertie. Is this it? inquired that\\nfacetious youth, but he told us that he was sure Bella\\ndidn t hear him. For, by Jove, he vehemently added,\\nI ll be hanged if she didn t suddenly lean forward and\\nkiss his bandaged hands and burst out a-crying!\\nHalf an hour later Old George came out, his head up\\nand his face shining. He walked straight up to Bertie\\nand led him aside, and held him in close conversation.\\nPretty soon George strolled out in the road and Bertie\\ncame back to us. He was silent for a moment or two,\\nand then he abruptly said\\nThey re going to be married!\\nWe gasped. 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