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| I'm sitting alone by the fire Dressed just as I came from the dance. (In color) [Frontispiece] | |
| Title. (In color) | |
| Publishers' Note—Headpiece | [5] |
| List of Designs—Headpiece | [7] |
Her Letter—Half-title | [11] |
| Is wasting an hour upon you | [13] |
| That waits—on the stairs—for me yet | [15] |
| With whom do I waltz, flirt, or talk? | [17] |
| To look supernaturally grand | [19] |
| And the hum of the smallest of talk | [21] |
| With the man that shot Sandy McGee. (In color) | [23] |
| The man that shot Sandy McGee | [25] |
| Of that ride,—that to me was the rarest | [27] |
| And swam the North Fork, and all that | [29] |
| Mamma says my taste still is low | [31] |
| That my heart's somewhere there in the ditches | [33] |
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| His Answer—Half-title | [35] |
| I should write what he runs off his tongue. (In color) | [37] |
| Being asked by an intimate party | [39] |
| That with you, Miss, he "challenges Fate" | [41] |
| Though the claim not, at date, paying wages | [43] |
| And the rose that you gave him. (In color) | [45] |
| Is frequent and painful and free | [47] |
| Imparts but small ease to the style | [49] |
| In this green laurel spray that he treasures | [51] |
| But he lies there quite peaceful and pensive | [53] |
| For I have a small favor to ask you | [55] |
| Here's my pile; which it's six hundred dollars | [57] |
Her Last Letter—Half-title | [59] |
| That you last wrote the 4th of December | [61] |
| And you're not to be found in the ditches. (In color) | [63] |
| From this spot, that you said was the fairest | [65] |
| To London, when Pa wired, "Stop" | [67] |
| And as to the stories you've heard | [69] |
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| Whose father sold clothes on the Bar | [71] |
| With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop. (In color) | [73] |
| To find myself here, all alone | [75] |
| Ah! gone is the old necromancy | [77] |
| And you called the place Eden, you know. (In color) | [79] |
| And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot | [81] |
| There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk | [83] |
| But there's still the "lap, lap" of the river. (In color) | [85] |
| There's a lot that remains which one fancies | [87] |
| He thinks he may find you | [89] |
| And good-night to the cañon that answers | [91] |
| I've just got your note. You deceiver! | [93] |
| Now I know why they had me transferred here. (In color) | [95] |
| How dared you get rich—you great stupid! | [97] |
| The man who shot Sandy McGee | |
| You made mayor! | [99] |
| Tailpiece | [100] |
All the headpieces and other decorations are from Mr. Keller's designs.
