1917
TO MY WIFE
BONNIE O’NEAL EMERSON
Our enchanting years of pleasure, dear, are speeding all too fast,
As our ever-fleeting joys become blest mem’ries of the past.
Heaven’s blessings, glad and golden, strew with bliss the paths of life
When a sweetheart, fond and cheery,
Has her “hubby” for her dearie,
And her “hubby” has a sweetheart for his wife.
—The Author.
January 18, 1917.
CONTENTS
[ CHAPTER III—Feminine Attractions ]
[ CHAPTER IV—Back to the Soil ]
[ CHAPTER VII—Old Bandit Days ]
[ CHAPTER VIII—A Letter from San Quentin ]
[ CHAPTER X—The Home of the Recluse ]
[ CHAPTER XI—A Rejected Suitor ]
[ CHAPTER XII—The Sped Bullet ]
[ CHAPTER XV—Behind the Bars ]
[ CHAPTER XVI—Pierre Luzon Returns ]
[ CHAPTER XVII—The Bitter Bit ]
[ CHAPTER XVIII—Elusive Riches ]
[ CHAPTER XIX—The Jail Delivery ]
[ CHAPTER XXI—A Debt of Honor ]
[ CHAPTER XXII—Underqround Wonders ]
[ CHAPTER XXIII—The Unexpected Visitor ]
[ CHAPTER XXIV—In a Tight Corner ]
[ CHAPTER XXV—Love and Revenge ]
[ CHAPTER XXVI—A Date is Fixed ]
[ CHAPTER XXVII—Among the Old Oaks ]
[ CHAPTER XXVIII—The Prize Winner ]
[ CHAPTER XXIX—-The Rendezvous ]
[ CHAPTER XXX—Don Manuel Appears ]
[ CHAPTER XXXI—Shadows of the Past ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIII—Old Friends ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIV—Heart Searchings ]
[ CHAPTER XXXV—At Comanche Point ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVII—The Dawn of Comprehension ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVIII—Exit Leach Sharkey ]
[ CHAPTER XXXIX—The Fight on the Cliff ]
[ CHAPTER XLI—Beneath the Precipice ]
[ CHAPTER XLII—Wedding Bells ]