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# The Great Grey Water

Now two have met, now two have met,
 Who may not meet again –
Two grains of sand, two blades of grass,
 Two threads within the skein –
Beside the Great Grey Water.   Two hands to touch, two hearts to touch;
 And, here forgathered, we
Will not forget, may not forget,
 Where last forgathered three –
Beyond the Great Grey Water.   Two glasses filled, two pipes to fill –  "To all our fortunes, brother!" And as they clink—like so—we drink
 Fair passage to the other
Across the Great Grey Water.   For three have sailed, and one has sailed,
 His sins, like ours, still on him,
God sleep his soul! five oceans roll
 Their long weight all upon him.
O God! thy Great Grey Water!   But I am still, and you are still,
 And here our chance has flung us;
True comrades we, but...there were three
 And one is not among us
Beside the Great Grey Water.   A breathing space, a biding place,
 Soft lights and beakers beaded,
Then out again and on again,
 Unminded and unheeded,
Across the Great Grey Water.   Now two have met where three have met
 With curses or with laughter;
And so our Day shall pass away,
 And so our Night come after – But, ah! the Great Grey Water!
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# The Great Impersonation

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German Leopold von Ragastein meets his doppelganger, Englishman Everard Dominey, in Africa, and plans to murder him and steal his identity to spy on English high society just prior to World War I.
David Lehman called the book "escapism on a grand scale" and "far and away the best" of Oppenheim’s thriller novels. The book has been adapted to film three times.
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"Ah, but you will not scold me?" she begged. "It is the storm which terrifies me"
THE GREAT IMPERSONATION
BY
E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY NANA FRENCH BICKFORD
BOSTON LITTLE, BROWN & COMPANY 1920

### Contents

Chapter XXIX
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# The Girl Who Earns Her Own Living

The Girl Who Earns Her Own Living
By Anna Steese Richardson
New York B. W. Dodge & Company 1909
Copyright, 1905, 1906, 1907, 1908, 1909, by The Crowell Publishing Co., Publishers of the Woman's Home Companion
Copyright, 1909, by B. W. Dodge & Company
Registered at Stationers' Hall, London (All Rights Reserved)
Printed in the United States of America
Dedicated to Gertrude Battles Lane whose cordial support and unfaltering faith in the work which this represents have vitalized its pages
Contents
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# The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 3

The English and Scottish Popular Ballads
Edited by Francis James Child
Part III
Boston Houghton, Mifflin and Company New York: 11 East Seventeenth Street The Riverside Press, Cambridge London: Henry Stevens & Son, 115 St. Martin's Lane, Charing Cross
One Thousand Copies Printed.
No. 233
Copyright, 1885, by F. J. Child.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge: Printed by H. O. Houghton and Company.
# The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 3/Additions and Corrections

​No 54, p. 1. Add: J. A. & L. J. Alberdingk-Thijm, Oude en nieuwere Kerstliederen, p. 174, No 87. The tree is a palm.
No 55, p. 7, Legend of the Sower. Add: Alberdingk-Thijm, as above, p. 138, No 70; Le Héricher, Litt. pop. de Normandie, p. 81 f.
No 57, pp. 13-16. For other cases of throwing overboard for the safety of a ship, see Dr Reinhold Köhler's notes to 'Eliduc' in Warnke's edition of the Lays of Marie de France, p. C ff; Les Pèlerins de Saint-Jacques, Decombe, Ch. pop. d'Ille-et-Vilaine, p. 284, No 98.
No 62, p. 67, note ‡. More cases in Dr R. Köhler's note to 'Le Fraisne,' Warnke, as above, p. LXIV ff.
No 72, p. 174. Add to the Spanish and Italian ballad: 'Les trois Clercs,' Decombe, as above, p. 267, No 93; 'Les trois Écoliers,' Mélusine, I, col. 243 f; 'La Légende de Pontoise' (corrupted), Poésies p. de la France, MS., I, fol. 82, Mélusine, II, 18 f.
No 75, p. 206. Add: 'En chevauchant mon cheval rouge,' Decombe, p. 212, No 76, Ampère, Instructions, p. 36.
# The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 3/Chapter 57

Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, . Motherwell's MS., p. .
IT fell upon a Wodensday Brown Robyn's men went to sea, But they saw neither moon nor sun, Nor starlight wi their ee. 'We'll cast kevels us amang, See wha the unhappy man may be;' The kevel fell on Brown Robyn, The master-man was he. 'It is nae wonder,' said Brown Robyn, 'Altho I dinna thrive, For wi my mither I had twa bairns, And wi my sister five. 'But tie me to a plank o wude, And throw me in the sea; And if I sink, ye may bid me sink, But if I swim, just lat me bee.' They've tyed him to a plank o wude, And thrown him in the sea; He didna sink, tho they bade him sink; He swimd, and they bade lat him bee. He hadna been into the sea An hour but barely three, Till by it came Our Blessed Lady, Her dear young son her wi. 'Will ye gang to your men again, Or will ye gang wi me? Will ye gang to the high heavens, Wi my dear son and me?' 'I winna gang to my men again, For they would be feared at mee; But I woud gang to the high heavens, Wi thy dear son and thee.' 'It's for nae honour ye did to me, Brown Robyn, It's for nae guid ye did to mee; But a' is for your fair confession You've made upon the sea.'
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Law-suit between Two Foxes

FABLE XXXI. THE LAW-SUIT BETWEEN TWO FOXES.
Oh how I hate that pedant art, So captious and so very smart, Which of a thing as clear as light, Makes all obscure and dark as night; Makes error right, and proves to you That truth itself must be untrue!
Th' invention of this art belongs To folks once skill'd in all such wrongs, The subtle Greeks, who—may they get All the reward for't due them yet!
This art an old fox once profess'd;— Its perfect master stood confess'd. He kept a school to teach the way, And took fat pullets for his pay. One of his pupils aim'd to be A lawyer of the first degree, And for tuition did agree Of case first gain'd to give the fee. In legal form the two compact; Sign'd, seal'd, deliver'd is the act. But when the course of study's done, The pupil for injunction sues; Declares he owes his master none Of all the pullets claim'd for dues. The leopard, learned in the laws, Presides as judge to hear the cause. "May't please the court," the pupil cried, "If my case's gain'd, I need not pay; For so your honor will decide; And we the sentence must obey. And if I lose, why, nothing's due, For the conditions plainly say, 'Tis only if I win I pay. Such is the law I apprehend; I would not, truly, wrong my friend."
"Nay, nay, not so," the master said, "The law is clear upon that head; For should the case against you go, Then you should pay the debt you owe. And if you win, why, then indeed You must pay up, as you agreed."
Here rested counsel its defense. The leopard sat in mute suspense; And by the workings of his face He seem'd confounded with the case. But finally he silence broke, And thus his sentence briefly spoke:— "In this sharp case the court must rule The master no more keeps his school; And to the pupil—this award,— From future practice he's debar'd."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Miser and His Son

FABLE XXI. THE MISER AND HIS SON.
By what strange chance I do not know, But on a time it happened so— A miser to the market went, And a small sum for apples spent.
Plac'd in a closet in a row, They make a most delightful show, He counts and counts them o'er and o'er, Then double-locks and bolts the door, Yet oft returns to view his store.
But sad indeed this miser's lot, For even miser's apples rot; He sighing eats the ones that perish, But still persists the sound to cherish.
His son, a school-boy, on half fare, Discover'd where the apples were; He got the keys, and with two friends, For his short fare soon made amends.
The miser came and stood dismayed To see the havoc they had made, He loud exclaim'd as if undone, "Give back my apples every one, Or I'll hang ev'ry mother's son!"
"Be quiet, father," said the boy, "We are all decent fellows here; So be appeas'd and do not fear; We would not in the least annoy: We leave the bad ones for your sake, 'Tis only sound ones that we take."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Leopard and the Monkeys

FABLE XXVIII. THE LEOPARD AND THE MONKEYS.
Once on a time some monkey folk  Hot-cockles play'd. The game was but a simple joke: A fair one sits, her lap array'd So as to hide a monkey's eyes:
He holds his paw to catch a blow; Who gives the blow he does not know, But all his wit at guessing tries. Does he guess wrong? Oh, then how great The laughter, frolic, and the fun,  The cry, the frisk, the escapade,  The hop, the skip, the gambolade That through the crowd of players run!
Drawn by the noise a leopard came And enter’d on the sportive scene. They trembled at his very name, Though of a gentle air and mien. "Be not disturb’d," his lordship said: "I would in no wise incommode; With no ill aim do I envade The premises of your abode: Let me with you enjoy your fun:  Please let the sport go on." "Ah, sir, how good it is of you, To honor poor folks as you do! What! you a man of high degree, Thus set aside your dignity, And join with folks so plain as we!"  "Yes, such is my philosophy. It is my fancy to declare, That animals all equal are; So let the play go on, I say;  Yes, let us have the play."
Delighted by his words so fair,
As by fair words folks always are, The crowd believes as others do, And once again their sports renew. One hides his eyes, his hand extends, As formerly among his friends, And straight the leopard deals a blow That makes the crimson blood to flow.
This time the monkey well could guess Whose blow had given him such distress; But waiting not the name to say, He in great silence stole away. His comrades vainly strove to smile; The leopard howe’er laugh’d outright; They all excus’d themselves the while,  As best they might. And leaving, thus growl’d out their spite:— "The people of such lofty tone ’Twere well for us to let alone; For hid beneath the softest paws, The gentlest of them have sharp claws."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Mirror of Truth

FABLE II. THE MIRROR OF TRUTH.
In that fam'd time, the age of gold, When peace prevail'd in every land, And simple Truth herself made bold To rove at large with glass in hand, Each in her mirror dar'd to trace, Without a blush, his own true face.
But crimes and vices stole in fast, And soon those happy days were past. Then Truth, disgusted, to Heaven flew, And back to earth her mirror threw. Alas! 'twas broken in the fall, And scatter'd wide and lost to all.
Long centuries after it was seen How very great the loss had been; And wise men then began with care To seek out where the fragments were. They sometimes find them, here and there, But very small and very rare: So that they prove of little worth. The truest man of all the earth, With strongest mind and purest heart, Can see himself therein but part.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Monkey and the Ape

FABLE XXIV. THE MONKEY AND THE APE.
A young ape one day found a nut, Which straight into his mouth he put, And set his teeth on't for a bite. He tried it o'er and o'er again,
But finding all his efforts vain, Threw it away with spite. "My mother must have lied," he said, "To say she had on such things fed—  That they were good and sweet,  And fit to eat. What fools are young folks to believe Old women's tales—they but deceive!  The devil take such fruit,  And granny too, to boot!" A monkey seizing on the prize, Thus to the foolish ape replies:— "See here! my friend, I'll show to you, That your good mother told you true." Then with a stone the nut he breaks, And therefrom all the kernel takes.  And as he eats  Its luscious sweets— "You see," says he, "for food 'tis fit, If you'll take pains to open it. No good in this life one e'er gains, Without some labor, care, and pains."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Monkey with the Magic Lantern

FABLE XLIV. THE MONKEY WITH A MAGIC LANTERN
All gentlemen who verses write, In style magnificent and grand, But who can ne'er a line indite, Which common folks may understand,  Please listen to the tale I tell,
And on its meaning ponder well. A man whose business 'twas to show  A magic lantern round, Had a fine monkey, hight Jacqueau, The nicest trickster ever found. He could dance, and leap, and spring; Was great at tight-rope balancing; A thousand tricks this Jacqueau knew, Which custom to his master drew.
One day his master went away, To celebrate some holiday, And left him at the inn to stay. There entered then this monkey's head, The strangest fancy ever bred: For what does he but straightway go,  To cats and dogs,  To hens and hogs,  To geese and ducks,  And turkey-cocks, To come and see the magic show.
"Walk in, Messieurs; I nothing ask; Believe me, 'tis a pleasing task!"
They take their seats; the lantern's brought; He makes a speech most highly wrought, Which—as we say in modern lore— Was welcom'd with a perfect roar. Encouraged by the warm applause, The window shutters then he draws, Into the lantern puts a screen
As he had oft his master seen— "Here you may see," said he, "the sun, His pristine glory just begun; And presently the moon you'll see, And the first pair's felicity, Adam and Eve, and all our race— Behold what beauty! and what grace!  Was ever anything so fine? And here you'll see a sight divine."
But how could they behold the sight, Where all was close and dark as night? However much their eyes they strain, And strive to see, they strive in vain. "My faith!" th' impatient cat exclaim'd, "Of all the wonders he has nam'd— Of all the sights he's dwelt upon, I have not seen a single one." "Neither have I," the dog replied; "I've not a single thing descried." The turkey something saw, he thought, But could not tell exactly what. Yet little this concern'd Jacqueau, Who rattled on like Cicero. His style was good and masterly; His language choice, and diction free; But one thing he'd forgotten quite— Although he work'd his lantern right, He had not put therein a light!
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Peacock, Two Goslings, and the Diver

FABLE XX. THE PEACOCK, TWO GOSLINGS, AND THE DIVER.
His wondrous plumes the peacock spread, And was admir'd by other birds;
But two young geese in mud-holes bred, Quawk'd out their comments in these words:— "Do see," said one, "that leg of his! And what an ugly foot that is!" "And what a voice!" the other cried, "Enough to make the scritch-owl hide." So pleas'd were they with their own wit, They went into a laughing fit. When of a sudden up there came A diver from the depths below. "Messieurs!" said he, "though you may blame The bird for faults that we all know, Yet is your voice than his more sweet, Or have you any better feet, That you should venture thus to quiz? And as for plumage, let me say, You never yet will see the day, When yours will equal his."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Learned Collegians

FABLE XXXIII. THE LEARNED COLLEGIANS.
An owl drawn from his hiding-place By students in pursuit of knowledge, Was made to show his sapient face Within the precincts of a college. There quarter'd with a cat and goose, He of the privilege made use To go with them the whole course through.
Herodotus by heart they knew, Denis of Halicarnassus too; And all that Titus Livy wrote Like learned doctors they could quote. Discussing once as doctors do, They pass'd the ancients in review.
"Upon my faith," the cat exclaim'd, "The Egyptians were of all most fam'd. No people ever were more wise, More law-abiding or discreet— None more religious 'neath the skies: For that alone I think it meet That Egypt should bear off the prize."
The owl responded: "In my view, To Athens the first prize is due. Whoever knew such wit, such grace, Such bravery in any race? No state more noble men e'er bore, Or with less means accomplish'd more. Of all the nations Greece rank'd first."
"Hold there! "the goose in wrath outspoke, "You reckon Rome, then, last and worst! Perhaps, my friends, you are in joke. What nation ever equall'd Rome? In grandeur, glory, arts, and war, Egypt and Greece can't near it come. All nations it excell'd by far: The men of Rome my fav'rites are. They conquer'd on both land and sea:
To this, at least, you must agree."
But while the pedants thus debate, They each become more obstinate, Until a rat who had much wit From eating learned manuscript,  Cried to the crew:— "I see why each should hold his view: In Egypt men ador'd the cat; The Athenians worship'd owls; The Romans petted and made fat  The goose as first of fowls. As your self-int'rest points the way, So your opinions turn and sway."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Old Man's Advice

FABLE XXII. THE OLD MAN'S ADVICE.
"Please teach me how a fortune's made," A young man to his father said. The old man answer'd:—"There's a way Which is glorious, I may say: Though 'tis the way least understood;— It is to serve the common good; To give one's life, one's toil, one's care In useful service of the state." "Oh that's a labor far too great: I want some way less hard by far." "Well then, there's intrigue, which is sure." "But that vile way I can't endure. From both hard labor and from vice  I would be free'd." "Then be a fool! Take my advice;— For many such I've seen succeed."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Linnet and the Turtle-Dove

FABLE XXV. THE LINNET AND THE TURTLE DOVE.
A little linnet all day long Found constant happiness in song, The while her friend, a turtle dove, Nor thought nor car'd for aught but love. "You're very wrong," the turtle said,
"To waste your time in such a way; The greatest pleasure for a maid Is to have lovers ev'ry day: What song can e'er impart the bliss The lover feels from one sweet kiss?" To this the linnet warbl'd low:— "I could not venture to compare One with the other; but I know How great the charms of music are:  If these I have, No other pleasure do I crave." At this discourse, the dove in spite Bade her adieu, and took to flight.
Years pass'd, ten long and weary years, With all their checker'd hopes and fears, When one fine day in spring the twain Met in the same old grove again. Great was the change they'd undergone,  And long they stood and gaz'd,  As if amaz'd At looks so alter'd and forlorn.
At length the linnet silence broke, And thus politely spoke:— "Good morning, friend! How do you do? And how are all those lovers too?" "Ah! never mention them, my dear: For I have lost them all, I fear: Friends, lovers, youth, and pleasures—yea, Everything has pass'd away.
To love and please was all my thought; But what delusion it has brought! I still love on, just as before, But then I'm lov'd in turn no more."
"I'm not so badly off as you," The linnet said; "for though 'tis true I'm growing old, with loss of voice, Yet still in music I rejoice, And when with her wild magic trills The nightingale the forest fills, Beguiling all the weary night, Her sweet song fills me with delight."
Though beauty is a gift divine, Yet its possession may not bless; Its charms with merit must combine To prove a source of happiness:  It fades away,  While talents stay And please e'en when our own decay.
# The Gun-Runner: A Novel

"You are equipped with wireless.... Can't you understand? The Guariqui station is not one of high power. It can't possibly call beyond the coast. Yet the cruiser is to be lying somewhere between Culebra and Locombia, waiting to help, only too anxious to interfere at the first official call. But that call can never reach them without being relayed from the roadstead, out across the Caribbean. You may be the only person who can hear and understand Guariqui's cry for help."
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THE GUN-RUNNER
THE
GUN-RUNNER
A Novel
BY
Author of "The Wire-Tappers," "The Under Groove,"
"The Silver Poppy," etc., etc.
NEW YORK
B. W. DODGE & COMPANY
1909
Copyright, 1909, by
B. W. DODGE & COMPANY
Registered at Stationers Hall, London
(All Rights Reserved)
Printed in the United States of America
PREFATORY NOTE
A portion of this novel was printed in the January, 1909, number of "The Popular Magazine," under the same title which is here used for the story in its complete form.
DEDICATION
To my old bunkie and friend and camp-mate,
Major Charles Edward Mills
who in the good days that are gone was known
as "Shorty," and knocked about all the
blessed Seven Seas of the earth and smoked
over campfires in four continents and ad-
ventured up and down the length of the
two Americas and always loved War
and Danger and the Open Road,
and full many a time tramped
and camped and hunted and
went hungry with me, I
most apprehensively yet
affectionately inscribe
this volume
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
THE GUN-RUNNER
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