BRAUNWORTH & CO.

BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS

BROOKLYN, N. Y.

To B. O’G.
Horace calls no more to me, Homer in the dust-heap lies: I have found my Odyssey In the lightness of her glee, In the laughter of her eyes.
Ovid’s page is thumbed no more, E’en Catullus has no choice! There is endless, precious lore, Such as I ne’er knew before, In the music of her voice.
Breath of hyssop steeped in wine, Breath of violets and furze, Wild-wood roses, Grecian myrrhs, All these perfumes do combine In that maiden breath of hers.
Nay, I look not at the skies, Nor the sun that hillward slips, For the day lives or it dies In the laughter of her eyes, In the music of her lips!

Contents

CHAPTERPAGE
I.At the Stage Door [1]
II.There Is a Woman? [19]
III.The Beautiful Tigress [36]
IV.The Joke of Monsieur [53]
V.Captive or Runaway [74]
VI.The Bird Behind Bars [103]
VII.Battling Jimmie [126]
VIII.Moonlight and a Prince [146]
IX.Colonel Caxley-Webster [166]
X.Marguerites and Emeralds [185]
XI.At the Crater’s Edge [202]
XII.Dick Courtlandt’s Boy [214]
XIII.Everything But the Truth [232]
XIV.A Comedy with Music [249]
XV.Herr Rosen’s Regrets [265]
XVI.The Apple of Discord [282]
XVII.The Ball at the Villa [303]
XVIII.Pistols for Two [326]
XIX.Courtlandt Tells a Story [345]
XX.Journey’s End [363]

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