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P. G. Wodehouse - "Psmith in the City"

Anna Katherine Green - "The Mill Mystery"

Homer - "The Iliad"

New Philadelphia Book Publisher Highlights Local Talent
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Looking for Child to be on Cover of a New Book, 'The Model Child'
PHILADELPHIA, Pa. -- The Philadelphia literary world will celebrate the launch of two new players today, April 10th: Kay Square Press, a new publishing company focused on Philadelphia-area artists, their stories, and their art; and Kay Square's first release, 'With the Rich and Mighty: Emlen Etting of Philadelphia' (ISBN: 978-0-9815129-0-7), a critical biography by Kenneth C. Kaleta.

FlatSigned Press Alleges Don Imus Remarks Damage Legacy of President Gerald R. Ford
NEW YORK, N.Y. -- Nathan Yungerberg, an accomplished model scout and professional child photographer is launching a nation-wide casting call to find the cover model for his highly anticipated book release, 'The Model Child: A Parents Guide to the Child Modeling Industry' (ISBN: 978-0-9817018-0-6).

Books: Harlequin and Columbine

B >> Booth Tarkington >> Harlequin and Columbine




"Lancelot!" There was a catch of dismay in Canby's outcry.

"That's what I said, 'Lancelot'!" cried Potter, more desolately
than he intended. "It seems they've been meeting after
rehearsal, in their damn corner drug-store. Lancelot!" His voice
rose in fury. "If I'd known I had a man named Lancelot in my
company I'd have discharged him long ago! If I'd known it was
his name I'd have shot him. 'Lancelot!' He came sneaking in
there just after she'd blundered it all out to me. Got uneasy
because she didn't come, and came to see what was the matter.
Naturally, I discharged them both, on the spot! I've never had a
rule of my company broken yet--and I never will! He didn't say a
word. He didn't dare."

"Who?" shouted Canby and old Tinker together.

"Lancelot!" said Potter savagely.

"Who?"

"Packer! His first name's Lancelot, the hypocrite! L. Smith
Packer! She's Mrs. Packer! They were married two days before
rehearsals began. She's Mrs. L. Smith Packer!"





XII


As the sound of the furious voice stopped short, there fell a
stricken silence upon these three men.

Old Carson Tinker's gaze drifted downward from his employer's
face. He sat, then, gazing into the rosy little fire until
something upon the lapel of his coat caught his attention--a
wilted and disreputable carnation. He threw it into the fire;
and, with a sombre satisfaction, watched it sizzle. This brief
pleasure ended, he became expressionless and relapsed into
complete mummification.

Potter cleared his throat several times, and as many times
seemed about to speak, and did not; but finally, hearing a
murmur from the old man gazing at the fire, he requested to be
informed of its nature.

"What?" Tinker asked, feebly.

"I said: 'What are you mumbling about?'"

"Nothing."

"What was it you said?"

"I said it was the bride-look," said the old man gently. "That's
what it was about her--the bride-look."

"The bride-look!"

It was a word that went deep into the mourning heart of the
playwright. "The bride-look!" That was it: the bride's
happiness!

"She had more than that," said Potter peevishly, but, if the
others had noticed it his voice shook. "She could act! And I
don't know how the devil to get along without that hypocrite.
Just like her to marry the first regular man that asked her!"

Then young Stewart Canby had a vision of a room in a boarding-
house far over in Brooklyn, and of two poor, brave young people
there, and of a loss more actual than his own--a vision of a
hard-working, careworn, stalwart Packer trying to comfort a
weeping little bride who had lost her chance--the one chance--
"that might never have come!"

Something leaped into generous life within him.

"I think I was almost going to ask her to marry me, to-morrow,"
he said, turning to Talbot Potter. "But I'm glad Packer's the
man. For years he's been a kind of nurse for you, Mr. Potter.
And that's what she needs--a nurse--because she's a genius, too.
And it will all be wasted if she doesn't get her chance!"

"Are you asking me to take her back?" Potter cried fiercely. "Do
you think I'll break one of my iron--"

"We couldn't all have married her!" said the playwright with a
fine inspiration. "But if you take her back we can all see her--
every day!"

The actor gazed upon him sternly, but with sensitive lips
beginning to quiver. He spoke uncertainly.

"Well," he began. "I'm no stubborn Frenchman--"

"Do it!" cried Canby.

Then Potter's expression changed; he looked queer.

He clapped his hands loudly;--Sato appeared.

"Sato, take that stuff out." He pointed to the untouched
whiskey. "Order supper at ten o'clock--for five people.
Champagne. Orchids. Get me a taxicab in half an hour."

"Yisso!"

Tinker rose, astounded. "Taxicab? Where you--"

"To Brooklyn!" shouted Potter with shining eyes. "She'll drive
with me if I bring them both, I guess, won't she?"

He began to sing:

"For to-night we'll merry, merry be!
For to-night we'll merry, merry be--"

Leaping uproariously upon the aged Tinker, he caught him by the
waist and waltzed him round and round the room.


THE END