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... SHORT STORY. FOR RUBE’S SAKE. Working hours were over in the Great Whits Canyon. Mary Verner pulled down the littls window of the post-office, of which she was the mistress, swept the contents of the narrow counter into a drawer, which she locked; then ...

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... SHORT STORY. HOW BIDDY BAYED A LEO. I bar* it on Um authority of Bobait that Henry Howard Burke could bo more Unde of tool than any other man in Canon. Robert, baiof the only man that ranch who answered to nickname or aub-Utle, ia an authority 1 feel ...

... SHORT STORY. RENUNCIATION. Elizabeth ? Oh, yea, Elizabeth, with the meek, pale face and soft, brown eyes. Everybody liked Elizabeth; everybody felt sorry for her. She was so gentle, so patient in {>er afflictionfor when Elizabeth was sixteen she became ...

... SHORT STORY. FACT AND FICTION. “Mow, roolly matt not keep off •abject to-tUy Mwo did lott time, * soli girl, rotting bor elbow the tuttis table and lotting bor chin drop her hand. “I don’t beliero wo wrote anon than half page,” replied tha young man, ...

... SHORT STORY. THE THEOSOPHISrS TALE “Did you ever have great shadow fall stress your life?” asked the Theosophist, brushing aside his empty coffee cup, resting his share elbows on the table, and gazing through bis great platinum- rimmed spectacles. “Not ...