Recently added books

From Whose Bourne

Creator: Barr, Robert, 1850-1912
Translator: -
Contributor: -
Editor: -


Brand new books:


"Your Chicago friend!" sneered Brenton, slightingly; "It was discovered by Doctor Stephen Roland." "My dear fellow," said Speed, "Stephen Roland had all his time to discover the thing, and didn't do it, and never would have done it, if George Stratton hadn't encountered him. Well, good-bye, gentlemen; I am sorry to say that I have had quite enough of this discussion. But one thing looms up above it all, and that is that Chicago is ahead of the world in everything--in detection as well as in fires." "My dear sir," cried Lecocq, "it is not true. I will show you in a moment--" "You won't show _me_," said Speed, and he straightway disappeared. "Come, Ferris," said Brenton, "after all, you are the only friend I seem to have; come with me." "Where are you going?" asked Ferris, as they left. "I want to see how my wife takes the news." "Don't," said Mr. Ferris--"don't do anything of the kind. Leave matters just where they are. Everything has turned out what you would call all
Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau

RISE AND FALL OF CESAR BIROTTEAU BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley PART I CESAR AT HIS APOGEE
right. You see that your interference, as far as it went, was perfectly futile and useless. I want now to draw your attention to other things." "Very well, I will listen to you," said Brenton, "if you come with me and see how my wife takes the news. I want to enjoy for even a moment or two her relief and pleasure at finding that her good name is clear." "Very well," assented Ferris, "I will go with you." When they arrived they found the Chicago reporter ahead of them. He had evidently told Mrs. Brenton all the news, and her face flushed with eager pleasure as she listened to the recital. "Now," said the Chicago man, "I am going to leave Cincinnati. Are you sorry I am going?" "No," said Mrs. Brenton, looking him in the face, "I am not sorry." Stratton flushed at this, and then said, taking his hat in his hand, "Very well, madam, I shall bid you good day." "I am not sorry," said Mrs. Brenton, holding out her hand, "because I am going to leave Cincinnati myself, and I hope never to see the city again. So if you stayed here, you see, I should never meet you again, Mr. Stratton."