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Life on the Stage by Clara Morris 



Chapter First 



I Am Born 



IF this simple tale is to be told at all, it may as well 

 begin at the beg-inning and in the good old-fashioned 

 and best of all ways— thus :* Once upon a time in the 

 Canadian city of Toronto, on the 17th of March, the sun 

 rose bright and clear— which was a most surprising thing 

 for the sun to do on St. Patrick's Day, but while the people 

 were yet wondering over it the sunlight disappeared, clouds 

 of dull gray spread themselves evenly over the sky, and 

 then the snow fell -fell fast and furious— quickly whitening 

 the streets and house-tops, softly lining every hollow, and 

 was piling little cushions on top of all the hitching-posts, 

 when the flakes grew larger, wetter, farther apart, and 

 after a little hesitation turned to rain— a sort of walk-trot- 

 gallop rain, which wound up with one vivid flash of light- 

 ning and a clap of thunder that fairly shook the city. Now 



Reminiscences of a Great Actress 



' ' ^^ H E can write ! " This is a common exclamation 

 ^J from readers of Miss Morris's personal recol- 

 lections. Indeed, it is rather surprising that 

 the greatest emotional actress of her time should in 

 turn achieve a literary success nearly as great. ' ' Her 

 versatility almost dazzles me," writes Edward Bok. 

 Yet here is her volume of charming reminiscences, 

 and we must believe our eyes. In these true stories 

 of hers, the Booths, Lawrence Barrett, Jim Fisk, 

 Augustin Daly, and many another figure out of the 

 past live again. i2mo, fi.50. Postpaid, $1.62. 



Tristram of Blent by Anthony Hope 



Chapter First 



A Suppressed Passage 



"IVW'R. JENKINSON NEELD was an elderly man of com- 

 IVI fortable means ; he had chambers in Pall Mall, close 

 /to the Imperium Club, and his short, stoutish figure, 

 topped by a chubby, spectacled face, might be seen entering 

 that dignified establishment every day at lunch time, and 

 also at the hour of dinner when he had no invitation else- 

 where. He had once practiced at the bar, and liked to 

 e.xolain that he had deserted his profession for the pursuit 

 of literature. He did not write, however, on his own 

 account ; he edited. He would edit anything providing 

 there was not public demand for an edition of it. Regard- 

 less of present favor, he appealed to posterity— as gentlemen 

 with private means are quite entitled to do. Perhaps he 

 made rather high demands on posterity; but that was his 

 business— and its. At any rate his taste was curious and 



In Its 2Sth .Thousand 



SAYS the Philadelphia Telegraph : " It is a rare 

 delight for the novel reader, original in 

 conception and handling, bright and readable, 

 dramatic and powerful. Even those who have great 

 expectations will find their expectations realized. 

 It is fully as interesting as ' The Prisoner of Zenda,' 

 while much more complete and satisfactory." 



JV. Y. Stm : — "It is certainly the most serious 

 piece of work that he has done— serious not in the 

 ordinary sense of the word, but as regards what has 

 been accomplished." i2mo, $1.50. 



The Westerners by Stewart Edward White 



Chapter First 



The Half-breed 



H TOURIST of to-day, peering from the window of his 

 vestibule train at the electric-lit vision of Three 

 Rivers, as it stars the banks of the Missouri like a 

 constellation against the blackness of the night, would 

 never recognize in the trim little town the Three Rivers 

 of the early seventies. ... To restore the latter, he 

 would be called upon to substitute, in place of the brick 

 stores and dwellings of to-day, a motley collection of lean- 

 tos, dugouts, tents and shacks scattered broadcast over the 

 virgin prairie. He must imagine a multitude more hetero- 

 geneous, perhaps, than could be gathered anywhere else in 

 the world — tenderfeet from the East : mountaineers from 

 lennessee and Kentucky bearing their historic long pea 

 rifles ; soft-voiced Virginians ; keen, alert woodsmen from 

 the North ; wiry, silent trappers and scouts from the West ; 



In Its 2d Edition 



H FRONTIER story of the Black Hills. 

 "One of the strongest American novels of 

 the year." — Philadelphia Inquirer. 

 "'The Westerners' lays stronghold on the reader. 

 Tjjie thing is vital." — Chicago Record-Herald. 



"Virile, genuine, unhackneyed. The sketches of 

 Western life and character are a constant source of 

 enjoyment. It appeals somehow to the adventure- 

 some spirit which lies more or less hidden even in the 

 most quiet of us." — N. V. Commercial Advertiser . 

 i2mo, $1.50. 



