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FAIR HAVEN AND FOUL STRAND 
iBy AUGUST STRINDBERG 
Author of “ The Growth of a Soul,” “ Midsummer Days,” etc. 
Little stories of married life which represent Strindberg’s distrust and 
terror of the feminist movement and its present day turmoil. 
12mo. $1.25 net. Postage, 10 cents. 
THE GROWTH OF A SOUL 
“The Growth of a Soul,” fills up the gap between the “Son of a Servant” and "The 
Red Room,” traces Strindberg's experiences as a student at Upsala University, an 
usher in a secondary school at Stockholm, a private tutor, a doctor’s assistant, an actor, 
a dramatist, a journalist, and a landscape painter. 
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The Unknown Guest 
By Maurice Maeterlinck 
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Aunt Judith kissed him. ‘‘Bless your 
heart, Jimsy,” she said, bravely ; “so do I.” 
But even bewildering hours with gifts 
and trees must come to an end, and pres¬ 
ently Aunt Judith and Jimsy went down 
hand in hand to attend to the fire and 
breakfast. . . . And the opening of 
the sitting room door froze Aunt Judith 
Sawyer to the threshold, her face whitely 
unbelieving. Something was wrong with 
the primness of the sitting room—some¬ 
thing in evergreen and tinsel and a hun¬ 
dred candles that showered Christmas 
from its boughs — something was wrong 
with Abner Sawyer — up and waiting by 
the window, his face twisted into a faint 
and sickly smile of apology. 
For, now that he was in the very heart 
of his “proving,” he did not know what 
on earth to do. Dignity? ... It was 
hopelessly out of the question. With a 
monument to his midnight guilt blazing 
there in the corner—with Christmas 
wreaths hung in the windows to confound 
the Middletons — he must face the music. 
And, feeling very foolish, he cleared his 
throat and essayed to speak, paralyzed 
into silence again by the unexpected evo¬ 
lution of a hoarse croak, so horribly un- 
first-citizen that it frightened him. Jimsy 
broke the staring silence. 
“Uncle Ab,” he quivered; “ye never— 
ye never went an’ done all that fur me !” 
“I — I don’t know,” said Abner Sawyer, 
swallowing very hard ; “I — I think I did.” 
Jimsy embarked upon a hand-spring of 
celebration. “Two trees!” he shouted, 
caution quite forgotten, in his wild ex¬ 
citement ; “two suits of clothes—two 
everything! Oh, my Gosh, Specks ain’t 
in it! I’m the Christmas Kid!” and then, 
in a panic, he was on his feet again, his 
face hot and red. “Aunt Judith!” he 
exclaimed, almost crying, “ I’m awful 
sorry — ” 
Aunt Judith's tremulous laugh seemed 
tears and silver. “Abner,” she said, 
bravely; “one of — of Jimsy’s Christmas 
trees is in the sewing room. I — I’d like 
you to see it.” 
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Like a rainbow blur, fled the Sawyer 
Christmas, punctuated with the yells and 
bangs of boyhood. Specks reviewed the 
Christmas tree in the sitting room and de¬ 
parted, upset. It was bigger than his own. 
So was the Sawyer turkey, which Jimsy 
reviewed in person, with a reverential 
glisten in his eye. From dawn to bed, it 
was a triumph. 
“Jimsy,” said the first citizen, at dusk, 
“has it — has it been what you’d call a—a 
walloper-thump ? — ” 
“Thump-walloper,” corrected Jimsy. 
“Thump-walloper of a day?” 
Jimsy’s reply was ecstatic. 
“I mos’ always forget,” he added, rue¬ 
fully; “Aunt Judith said I mustn’t call ye 
Uncle Ab. Which d’ye like best, L T ncle 
Ab? Mister Sawyer or Uncle Ab? 
“I — I think.” said the first citizen, with 
a gulp, “that I prefer Chicle Ab.” 
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