The Silent Barrier
By Tracy, Louis
Classic work by Tracy, Louis.
Table of Contents
THE WISH "Mail in?" "Yes, sir; just arrived. What name?" "Charles K. Spencer." The letter clerk seized a batch of correspondence and sorted it with nimble fingers. The form of ...
THE FULFILLMENT OF THE WISH Explanations of motive are apt to become tedious. They are generally inaccurate too; for who can reduce a fantasy to a formula? Nor should they ever be...
WHEREIN TWO PEOPLE BECOME BETTER ACQUAINTED Mackenzie, of course, was aware that Miss Wynton would leave London by the eleven o'clock train on Thursday, and Spencer saw no harm in...
HOW HELEN CAME TO MALOJA At Coire, or Chur, as the three-tongued Swiss often term it--German being the language most in vogue in Switzerland--Helen found a cheerful looking mounta...
AN INTERLUDE Helen rose betimes next morning; but she found that the sun had kept an earlier tryst. Not a cloud marred a sky of dazzling blue. The phantom mist had gone with the s...
THE BATTLEFIELD Both man and woman were far too well bred to indulge in an _oeillade_. The knowledge that each was thinking of the other led rather to an ostentatious avoidance of...
SOME SKIRMISHING Later, the American saw the two sitting in the hall. They were chatting with the freedom of old friends. Helen's animated face showed that the subject of their ta...
SHADOWS "It is a glorious morning. If the weather holds, your first visit to the real Alps should be memorable," said Bower. Helen had just descended the long flight of steps in ...
"ETTA'S FATHER" Though the hut was a crude thing, a triumph of essentials over luxuries, Helen had never before hailed four walls and a roof with such heartfelt, if silent, thanks...
ON THE GLACIER Barth, a good man on ice and rock, was not a genius among guides. Faced by an apparently unscalable rock wall, or lost in a wilderness of seracs, he would never gue...
WHEREIN HELEN LIVES A CROWDED HOUR "Millicent! You here!" Helen breathed the words in an undertone that carried more than a hint of dismay. It was one of those rare crises in lif...
THE ALLIES Seldom, if ever, has a more strangely assorted party met at dinner than that which gathered in the Hotel Kursaal under the social wing of Mrs. de la Vere. Her husband, ...
THE COMPACT "Now, what have you to say? We are safe from meddlers here." Bower spoke curtly. Stampa and he were halfway across the narrow strip of undulating meadow land which sh...
WHEREIN MILLICENT ARMS FOR THE FRAY Millicent was wondering how she would fare in the deep snow in boots that were never built for such a test. She was standing on the swept roadw...
A COWARD'S VICTORY "It is a queer story," said Bower. "Because it is true," retorted Millicent. "Yet she never set eyes on the man until she met him here." "That is rather impo...
SPENCER EXPLAINS A sustained rapping on the inner door of the hut roused Helen from dreamless sleep. In the twilight of the mind that exists between sleeping and waking she was be...
THE SETTLEMENT Though Helen was the better linguist, it was left to Spencer to explain that circumstances would prevent the lady from going to Malenco that day. He did not fully u...