CONTENTS

CHAPTERPAGE
I As a Man Sows[1]
II Doctor Moreau[15]
III The Coming of a Prodigal[20]
IV The Lane That Had No Turning[32]
V The Bishop Speaks[47]
VI What Came of a Wedding[50]
VII Out of the Dark[60]
VIII Am I My Brother's Keeper?[68]
IX After a Year[75]
X The Game[85]
XI Hallelujah Jones Takes a Hand[95]
XII The Fall of the Curtain[105]
XIII The Closed Door[108]
XIV The Woman Who Remembered[115]
XV The Man Who Had Forgotten[125]
XVI The Awakening[137]
XVII At the Turn of the Trail[147]
XVIII The Strength of the Weak[155]
XIX The Evil Eye[160]
XX Mrs. Halloran Tells a Story[167]
XXI A Visit and a Violin[171]
XXII The Passing of Prendergast[179]
XXIII A Race With Death[187]
XXIV On Smoky Mountain[198]
XXV The Open Window[210]
XXVI Like a Thief in the Night[222]
XXVII Into the Golden Sunset[229]
XXVIII The Tenantless House[238]
XXIX The Call of Love[250]
XXX In a Forest of Arden[259]
XXXI The Revelation of Hallelujah Jones[269]
XXXII The White Horse Skin[277]
XXXIII The Renegade[282]
XXXIV The Temptation[289]
XXXV Felder Takes a Case[302]
XXXVI The Hand at the Door[305]
XXXVII The Penitent Thief[311]
XXXVIII A Day for the State[319]
XXXIX The Unsummoned Witness[331]
XL Fate's Way[335]
XLI Felder Walks With Doctor Brent[339]
XLII The Reckoning[344]
XLIII The Little Gold Cross[353]
XLIV The Impostor[360]
XLV An Appeal to Cæsar[369]
XLVI Face to Face[376]
XLVII Between the Millstones[384]
XLVIII The Verdict[390]
XLIX The Crimson Disk[395]
L When Dreams Come True[397]

SATAN SANDERSON

SATAN SANDERSON

CHAPTER I AS A MAN SOWS

"To my son Hugh, in return for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, for his dissolute career and his desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of one thousand dollars and the memory of his misspent youth."

It was very quiet in the wide, richly furnished library. The May night was still, but a faint suspiration, heavy with the fragrance of jasmin flowers, stirred the Venetian blind before the open window and rustled the moon-silvered leaves of the aspens outside. As the incisive professional pronouncement of the judge cut through the lamp-lighted silence, the grim, furrowed face with its sunken eyes and gray military mustaches on the pillow of the wheel-chair set more grimly; a girl seated in the damask shadow of the fire-screen caught her breath; and from across the polished table the Reverend Henry Sanderson turned his handsome, clean-shaven face and looked at the old man.