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The death of Taswell Skaggs was stimulating, to say the least, inapplicable though the expression may seem. He attained the end of a hale old age by tumbling aimlessly into the mouth of a crater on the island of Japat, somewhere in the mysterious South Seas. The volcano was not a large one and the crater, though somewhat threatening at times, was correspondingly minute, which explains-in apology-to some extent, his unfortunate misstep. Moreover, there is but one volcano on the surface of Japat; it seems all the more unique that he, who had lived for thirty years or more on the island, should have stepped into it in broad daylight, especially as it was he who had tacked up warning placards along every avenue of approach. Inasmuch as he was more than eighty years old at the time, it would seem to have been a most reprehensible miscalculation on the part of the Grim Reaper to have gone to so much trouble. But that is neither here nor there.

The Butterfly Man is a novel by George Barr McCutcheon that tells the story of a wealthy American businessman named John Lane who travels to Europe with his daughter, Betty, in search of adventure and culture. While in Venice, they meet a mysterious man known as the Butterfly Man, who is rumored to have a collection of rare and exotic butterflies.As Lane and Betty become more involved with the Butterfly Man, they discover that he is not what he seems and is involved in a dangerous game of espionage. The trio embarks on a thrilling adventure across Europe, encountering danger and intrigue at every turn.The Butterfly Man is a gripping tale of mystery, adventure, and romance set against the backdrop of early 20th-century Europe. McCutcheon's vivid descriptions of the cities and landscapes they visit, as well as his well-drawn characters, make this novel a must-read for fans of historical fiction and adventure.1910. The American newspaperman and novelist begins his novel: The dinner was being given by Mrs. Cortlandt Trend; that, in itself, was sufficient proof of its smartness if not entirely establishing its excellence along another line. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

The Man From Brodney's is a novel by George Barr McCutcheon. The story follows the life of a young man named John Brodney, who inherits his father's business and becomes a successful businessman. However, John's life takes a turn when he falls in love with a woman named Mary, who is already engaged to another man. John is determined to win Mary's heart, but he soon realizes that her fianc����� is not who he seems. As John investigates, he uncovers a web of deception and betrayal that threatens to destroy everything he has worked for. Along the way, he must navigate the complex social dynamics of high society and confront his own inner demons. The Man From Brodney's is a gripping tale of love, ambition, and the power of the human spirit to overcome adversity.If Lady Deppingham expected a royal welcome from the inhabitants of Japat, she was soon to discover her error. Not only was the pictured scene of welcome missing on the afternoon of her arrival, but an overpowering air of antipathy smote her in the face as she stepped from the lighter--conquest in her smile of conciliation. The attitude of the brown-faced Mohammedans who looked coldly upon the fair visitor was far from amiable. They did not fall down and bob their heads; they did not even incline them in response to her overtures. What was more trying, they glared at the newcomers in a most expressive manner.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

A shrieking wind, thick with the sleety snow that knows no mercy nor feels remorse, beat vainly and with savage insolence against the staid windows in the lounging room of one of New York's most desirable clubs-one of those characteristic homes for college men who were up for membership on the day they were born, if one may speak so broadly of the virtue that links the early eighteenth-century graduate with his great-grandson of the class of 1908. Not to say, of course, that the eighteenth-century graduate was so carefully preserved from the biting snowstorm as the fellow of to-day, but that he got his learning in the ancient halls that now grind out his descendants by the hundred, one way or another.

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In the first place, Mr. Yollop knew nothing about firearms. And so, after he had overpowered the burglar and relieved him of a fully loaded thirty-eight, he was singularly unimpressed by the following tribute from the bewildered and somewhat exasperated captive:

1924. American newspaperman and novelist, McCutcheon's book begins: There were several outsiders in the club on this particular night. Not outsiders in the strictest sense of the term; merely members who did not belong to the little coterie of old-timers who went there night after night and assumed, by virtue of regular and faithful attendance, the right to occupy the most prominent and at the same time the most comfortable couches and chairs in the lounge-that is to say, the cushioned hollow-square fronting the massive fireplace, and on this particular night, it may be added, a seat close to the roaring fire was more to be coveted than usual, for it was not only bitterly cold outside but inside as well. Indeed there was something distinctly and unpleasantly suggestive of an icehouse about the interior of the club-except, of course, in and about that hallowed region afore-designated as a hollow square. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.

Two men were standing in front of the Empire Theatre on Broadway, at the outer edge of the sidewalk, amiably discussing themselves in the first person singular. It was late in September and somewhat early in the day for actors to be abroad, a circumstance which invites speculation. Attention to their conversation, which was marked by the habitual humility, would have convinced the listener (who is always welcome) that both had enjoyed a successful season on the road, although closing somewhat prematurely on account of miserable booking, and that both had received splendid "notices" in every town visited.

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1905 Edition.

George Barr McCutcheon (1866-1928) is best-known for his 1901 Brewster's Millions. Castle Craneycrow was McCutcheon's second novel.

A tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to the doorway of a mansion in one of Chicago's most fashionable avenues. After pushing the button sharply he jerked out his watch and guessed at the time by the dull red light from the panel in the door. Then he hastily brushed from the sleeve of his coat the telltale billiard chalk, whose presence reminded him that a general survey might be a wise precaution. He was rubbing a white streak from his trousers' leg when the door flew open and the butler admitted him to the hallway.

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Castle Craneycrow is a novel written by George Barr McCutcheon. The story revolves around a young American man named Billy who travels to Europe to claim his inheritance, a castle in Austria called Castle Craneycrow. However, upon his arrival, he finds that the castle is in a state of disrepair and is inhabited by a group of eccentric characters, including the beautiful Countess von Stroebel and her scheming husband, the Count.As Billy tries to navigate his way through the strange world of Castle Craneycrow, he becomes embroiled in a series of adventures and mishaps, including a daring escape from the castle's dungeon and a wild ride through the Austrian countryside. Along the way, he falls in love with the Countess and must navigate the treacherous waters of her husband's machinations.Filled with humor, romance, and intrigue, Castle Craneycrow is a classic tale of adventure and romance set against the backdrop of turn-of-the-century Europe. McCutcheon's vivid descriptions of the castle and its inhabitants bring the story to life, while his witty dialogue and engaging characters keep readers hooked until the very end.1902. McCutcheon, American newspaperman and novelist, begins Castle Craneycrow: It was characteristic of Mr. Philip Quentin that he first lectured his servant on the superiority of mind over matter and then took him cheerfully by the throat and threw him into a far corner of the room. As the servant was not more than half the size of the master, his opposition was merely vocal, but it was nevertheless unmistakable. His early career had increased his vocabulary and his language was more picturesque than pretty. Yet of his loyalty and faithfulness, there could be no doubt. During the seven years of his service, he had been obliged to forget that he possessed such a name as Turkington or even James. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

A coal fire crackled cheerily in the little open grate that supplied warmth to the steam-heated living-room in the modest apartment of Mr. Thomas S. Bingle, lower New York, somewhere to the west of Fifth Avenue and not far removed from Washington Square-in the wrong direction, however, if one must be precise in the matter of emphasizing the social independence of the Bingle family-and be it here recorded that without the genial aid of that grate of coals the living-room would have been a cheerless place indeed. Mr. Bingle had spent most of the evening in trying to coax heat from the lower regions into the pipes of the seventh heaven wherein he dwelt, and without the slightest sign of success. The frigid coils in the corner of the room remained obdurate. If they indicated the slightest symptom of warmth during the evening, it was due entirely to the expansive generosity of the humble grate and not because they were moved by inward remorse. They were able, however, to supply the odour of far-off steam, as of an abandoned laundry; and sometimes they chortled meanly, revealing signs of an energy that in anything but a steam pipe might have been mistaken for a promise to do better.

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""A Fool and His Money"" is a novel written by George Barr McCutcheon. The story revolves around the life of a wealthy but naive young man named Richard Smith, who inherits a vast fortune from his father. Richard is the typical spoiled rich kid who has never had to work for anything in his life. He is easily swayed by the opinions of others and is often taken advantage of by those around him.As Richard begins to manage his inheritance, he quickly realizes that he is in over his head. He is not equipped to handle the responsibility of managing such a large amount of money, and he quickly finds himself in debt. To make matters worse, he falls in love with a woman who is only interested in his money.The novel follows Richard's journey as he learns the value of hard work and the importance of making wise financial decisions. He is forced to confront his own naivety and learn to stand up for himself. Along the way, he meets a cast of colorful characters, including a group of con artists who try to take advantage of him.""A Fool and His Money"" is a classic rags-to-riches story that explores themes of wealth, love, and self-discovery. It is a humorous and engaging read that will keep readers entertained from beginning to end.1913. The book begins: I am quite sure it was my Uncle Rilas who said that I was a fool. If memory serves me well he relieved himself of that conviction in the presence of my mother-whose brother he was-at a time when I was at least competent to acknowledge his wisdom and most arrogant in asserting my own. I was a freshman in college: a fact-or condition, perhaps, -which should serve as an excuse for both of us. I possessed another uncle, incidentally, and while I am now convinced that he must have felt as Uncle Rilas did about it, he was one of those who suffer in silence. The nearest he ever got to openly resenting me as a freshman was when he admitted, as if it were a crime, that he too had been in college and knew less when he came out than when he entered. Which was a mild way of putting it, I am sure, considering the fact that he remained there for twenty-three years as a distinguished member of the faculty. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

The City of Masks by George Barr McCutcheon is a novel set in the beautiful and mysterious city of Venice. The story revolves around the life of an American millionaire named John Kent, who travels to Venice to escape his mundane life and to find inspiration for his next novel. However, he soon finds himself caught up in a web of secrets and lies that threaten to destroy his newfound happiness.As he explores the city, Kent meets a beautiful and enigmatic woman named La Gioconda, who seems to be the key to the mystery surrounding the city. With her help, he uncovers a plot to steal a priceless diamond from the city's most famous attraction, the Doge's Palace.As Kent delves deeper into the city's secrets, he discovers that not everything is as it seems. He must navigate the treacherous waters of Venetian society and outsmart the city's most cunning criminals if he hopes to uncover the truth and save the city from disaster.The City of Masks is a thrilling tale of love, mystery, and adventure set against the stunning backdrop of Venice. McCutcheon's vivid descriptions of the city and its inhabitants bring the story to life, making it a must-read for anyone who loves a good mystery or has a fascination with the city of Venice.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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George Barr McCutcheon (July 26, 1866 - October 23, 1928) was an American popular novelist and playwright. His best known works include the series of novels set in Graustark, a fictional East European country, and the novel Brewster's Millions, which was adapted into a play and several films

A solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound its serpentinous way through the dismal, forbidding depths of the forest: a man who, though weary and footsore, lagged not in his swift, resolute advance. Night was coming on, and with it the no uncertain prospects of storm. Through the foliage that overhung the wretched road, his ever-lifting and apprehensive eye caught sight of the thunder-black, low-lying clouds that swept over the mountain and bore down upon the green, whistling tops of the trees. At a cross-road below he had encountered a small girl driving homeward the cows. She was afraid of the big, strange man with the bundle on his back and the stout walking stick in his hand: to her a remarkable creature who wore "knee pants" and stockings like a boy on Sunday, and hob-nail shoes, and a funny coat with "pleats" and a belt, and a green hat with a feather sticking up from the band. His agreeable voice and his amiable smile had no charm for her. He merely wanted to know how far it was to the nearest village, but she stared in alarm and edged away as if preparing to break into mad flight the instant she was safely past him with a clear way ahead.

"Well the question is: how much does she weigh?" asked Eddie Ten Eyck with satirical good humour. His somewhat flippant inquiry followed the heated remark of General Horatio Gamble, who, in desperation, had declared that his step-daughter, Martha, was worth her weight in gold.

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Through the soft summer night came the sounds of the silence that is heard only when nature sleeps, imperceptible except as one feels it behind the breath he draws or perhaps realizes it in the touch of an unexpected branch or flower. The stillness of a silence that is not silent; a stillness so dead that the croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, the barking of dogs, the hooting of owls, the rustling of leaves are not heard, although the air is heavy with those voices of the night-the stillness of a night in the country. All human activity apparently at an end, all sign of life lost in somber shadows.

He was a tall, rawboned, rangy young fellow with a face so tanned by wind and sun you had the impression that his skin would feel like leather if you could affect the impertinence to test it by the sense of touch. Not that you would like to encourage this bit of impudence after a look into his devil-may-care eyes; but you might easily imagine something much stronger than brown wrapping paper and not quite so passive as burnt clay. His clothes fit him loosely and yet were graciously devoid of the bagginess which characterises the appearance of extremely young men whose frames are not fully set and whose joints are still parading through the last stages of college development.