Dedicated to
MY WIFE
Who has—"watched for my unworthy sake."
CONTENTS
- [FOREWORD.]
- [CHAPTER I.]
- [CHAPTER II.]
- [CHAPTER III.]
- [CHAPTER IV.]
- [CHAPTER V.]
- [CHAPTER VI.]
- [CHAPTER VII.]
- [CHAPTER VIII.]
- [CHAPTER IX.]
- [CHAPTER X.]
- [CHAPTER XI.]
- [CHAPTER XII.]
- [CHAPTER XIII.]
- [CHAPTER XIV.]
- [CHAPTER XV.]
- [CHAPTER XVI.]
- [CHAPTER XVII.]
- [CHAPTER XVIII.]
- [CHAPTER XIX.]
- [CHAPTER XX.]
- [CHAPTER XXI.]
- [CHAPTER XXII.]
- [CHAPTER XXIII.]
- [CHAPTER XXIV.]
- [CHAPTER XXV.]
FOREWORD
One day the editor stopped beside my desk and told me he wanted me to write a novel about Los Angeles to appear in serial form. Seven weeks later "Spring Street" was on his desk. I was assigned to write it as I would have been assigned as a reporter to "cover" a big story.
Writing a novel to appear as a serial in a newspaper is vastly different from writing one for publication in book form. "Spring Street" was written primarily as a serial and is offered now as a book in response to requests by friends and from readers of The Evening Herald.
Let me say that I lay no claim to being a novelist because I wrote "Spring Street." I have sufficient pride in my profession to desire to be known only as a reporter.
There are many to whom I owe thanks for their help and encouragement. Especially am I indebted to Dr. Frank F. Barham, publisher of The Evening Herald, and Mr. Edwin R. Collins, Mr. John B. T. Campbell and Mr. Wesley M. Barr, its editors.