The Place of Honeymoons

AT THE STAGE DOOR Courtlandt sat perfectly straight; his ample shoulders did not touch the back of his chair; and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. The characteristic...

THERE IS A WOMAN? Anger, curiosity, interest; these sensations blanketed one another quickly, leaving only interest, which was Courtlandt's normal state of mind when he saw a pret...

THE BEAUTIFUL TIGRESS Flora Desimone had been born in a Calabrian peasant's hut, and she had rolled in the dust outside, yelling vigorously at all times. Specialists declare that ...

THE JOKE OF MONSIEUR With the same inward bitterness that attends the mental processes of a performing tiger on being sent back to its cage, Courtlandt returned to his taxicab. He...

CAPTIVE OR RUNAWAY At the age of twenty-six Donald Abbott had become a prosperous and distinguished painter in water-colors. His work was individual, and at the same time it was d...

THE BIRD BEHIND BARS The most beautiful blue Irish eyes in the world gazed out at the dawn which turned night-blue into day-blue and paled the stars. Rosal lay the undulating hori...

BATTLING JIMMIE There is a heavenly terrace, flanked by marvelous trees. To the left, far down below, is a curving, dark-shaded, turquoise body of water called Lecco; to the right...

MOONLIGHT AND A PRINCE When he had fought what he considered two rattling rounds, Harrigan conceded that his cravat had once more got the decision over him on points. And the crav...

COLONEL CAXLEY-WEBSTER Abbott's studio was under the roof of one of the little hotels that stand timorously and humbly, yet expectantly, between the imposing cream-stucco of the G...

MARGUERITES AND EMERALDS From where he sat Courtlandt could see down the main thoroughfare of the pretty village. There were other streets, to be sure, but courtesy and good natur...

AT THE CRATER'S EDGE Harrigan declared that he would not go over to Caxley-Webster's to tea. "But I've promised for you!" expostulated his wife. "And he admires you so." "Bosh! ...

DICK COURTLANDT'S BOY Presently the servants brought out the tea-service. The silent dark-skinned Sikh, with his fierce curling whiskers, his flashing eyes, the semi-military, sem...

EVERYTHING BUT THE TRUTH "I don't see why the colonel didn't invite some of the ladies," Mrs. Harrigan complained. "It's a man-party. He's giving it to please himself. And I do n...

A COMEDY WITH MUSIC The Harrigans occupied the suite in the east wing of the villa. This consisted of a large drawing-room and two ample bedchambers, with window-balconies and a p...

HERR ROSEN'S REGRETS Herr Rosen! There was no outward reason why the name should have set a chill on them all, turned them into expectant statues. Yet, all semblance of good-fello...

THE APPLE OF DISCORD "It is all very petty, my child," said the padre. "Life is made up of bigger things; the little ones should be ignored." To which Nora replied: "To a woman, ...

THE BALL AT THE VILLA "Do you know the Duchessa?" asked Flora Desimone. "Yes." It was three o'clock the same afternoon. The duke sat with his wife under the vine-clad trattoria o...

PISTOLS FOR TWO Courtlandt knocked on the studio door. "Come in." He discovered Abbott, stretched out upon the lounge, idly picking at the loose plaster in the wall. "Hello!" s...

COURTLANDT TELLS A STORY The Colonel and his guests at luncheon had listened to Courtlandt without sound or movement beyond the occasional rasp of feet shifting under the table. H...

JOURNEY'S END Harrigan dined alone. He was in disgrace; he was sore, mentally as well as physically; and he ate his dinner without relish, in simple obedience to those well regula...