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A NARROW ESCAPE On a rainy evening in mid-September, a salesman for an Eastern chemical firm invited Amidon to join him in a game of billiards at the Whitcomb House. As Russell Kirby was one of the s
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A NARROW ESCAPE On a rainy evening in mid-September, a salesman for an Eastern chemical firm invited Amidon to join him in a game of billiards at the Whitcomb House. As Russell Kirby was one of the s
“JUST HELPING; JUST BEING KIND!” Nan crossed a pasture, whistling. The Holsteins, nibbling the young grass, lifted the…
JERRY’S DARK DAYS Jerry , who had never been ill in his life, was now experiencing disquieting sensations which he was …
COPELAND’S UNKNOWN BENEFACTOR Eaton tore March from his office calendar, crumpled it in his hand, and glanced out of t…
“I NEVER STOPPED LOVING HIM!” While they were still at dinner, Mrs. Copeland was called to the telephone. The instrume…
IN TRUST “ Copeland Farm Products ” in blue letters against a white background swung over Nan’s head on Tuesday, Thursd…
NULL AND VOID “ Those documents have a familiar look,” remarked Thurston with a smile as Nan placed the packet of will…
A SOLVENT HOUSE “ I’ve bought in your stock,” Eichberg was saying to Copeland. “You put up fourteen hundred and eighty…
THE COPELAND-FARLEY CELLAR At twelve o’clock on the night of Nan’s prolonged struggle, Jerry, having walked to the sta…
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