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Twelve More Stories
| The Mermaid of Druid Lake | [5] |
| The Goddess of Truth | [18] |
| A Daughter of Cuba Libre | [30] |
| A Two-Party Line | [43] |
| Timon Up To Date | [57] |
| The Night That Patti Sang | [67] |
| An Island On A Jamboree | [81] |
| Alexander the Great | [93] |
| Breaking Into Medicine | [104] |
| The Pink Ghost of Franklin Square | [119] |
| The Vanished Mummy | [127] |
| "Mount Vernon 1-0-0-0" | [139] |
The Mermaid of Druid Lake
If Edwin Horton had not had a sleepless time that hot June night it probably would never have happened. As it was, after tossing and pitching on an uncomfortably warm mattress for several hours, he had dressed himself and left his Bolton-avenue home for a stroll in Druid Hill Park just as the dawn made itself evident. That was the beginning of the adventure.
Not a soul was in sight when he reached the driveway around the big lake, and he let out to take a little vigorous exercise, breathing in the fresh air with more enjoyment than had been his for some hours.
About half way around he stopped suddenly and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming. For a curve in the road had brought him the knowledge that he was not alone in his appreciation of the early morning hour. Seated beside the water, on the rocks that line the lake shore, was a damsel—a rather good-looking one, as well as he could judge at the distance of a hundred yards. She was leaning on her left elbow and looking out over the lake in rather a pensive, dreamy attitude. Of course, young ladies don't ordinarily get up before dawn to go out to Druid Hill Park for the purpose of sitting alone beside the broad sweep of city water, and Edwin naturally felt some surprise at the novelty of the sight. Besides, she was inside the high iron railing, and he wondered how she had got there.