Romance — Page 2

Promptly at the beginning of twilight, came again to that quiet corner of that quiet, small park the girl in gray. She sat upon a bench and read a book, for there was yet to come a half hour in…

"One thousand dollars," repeated Lawyer Tolman, solemnly and severely, "and here is the money." Young Gillian gave a decidedly amused laugh as he fingered the thin package of new fifty-dollar notes. "It's such a confoundedly awkward amount," he explained, genially,…

"We sail at eight in the morning on the _Celtic_," said Honoria, plucking a loose thread from her lace sleeve. "I heard so," said young Ives, dropping his hat, and muffing it as he tried to catch it, "and I…

Ravenel–Ravenel, the traveller, artist and poet, threw his magazine to the floor. Sammy Brown, broker's clerk, who sat by the window, jumped. "What is it, Ravvy?" he asked. "The critics been hammering your stockdown?" "Romance is dead," said Ravenel, lightly.…

There is a hotel on Broadway that has escaped discovery by the summer-resort promoters. It is deep and wide and cool. Its rooms are finished in dark oak of a low temperature. Home-made breezes and deep-green shrubbery give it the…

Miss Posie Carrington had earned her success. She began life handicapped by the family name of "Boggs," in the small town known as Cranberry Corners. At the age of eighteen she had acquired the name of "Carrington" and a position…