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# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XVI
## Chapter XVI

When the month was up at last, I had a million dollars to my credit in the London and County Bank, and Hastings was fixed in the same way. Dressed at my level best, I drove by the house in Portland Place, judged by the look of things that my birds were home again, went on towards the minister's and got my precious, and we started back, talking salary with all our might. She was so excited and anxious that it made her just intolerably beautiful. I said: "Dearie, the way you're looking it's a crime to strike for a salary a single penny under three thousand a year."
"Henry, Henry, you'll ruin us!"
"Don't you be afraid. Just keep up those looks, and trust to me. It'll all come out right." So, as it turned out, I had to keep bolstering up her courage all the way. She kept pleading with me, and saying:
"Oh, please remember that if we ask for too much we may get no salary at all; and then what will become of us, with no way in the world to earn our living?"
We were ushered in by that same servant, and there they were, the two old gentlemen. Of course, they were surprised to see that wonderful creature with me, but I said:
"It's all right, gentlemen; she is my future stay and helpmate."
And I introduced them to her, and called them by name. It didn't surprise them; they knew I would know enough to consult the directory. They seated us, and were very polite to me, and very solicitous to relieve her from embarrassment, and put her as much at her ease as they could. Then I said:
"Gentlemen, I am ready to report."
"We are glad to hear it," said my man, "for now we can decide the bet which my brother Abel and I made. If you have won for me, you shall have any situation in my gift. Have you the million-pound note?"
"Here it is, sir," and I handed it to him.
"I've won!" he shouted, and slapped Abel on the back. "Now what do you say, brother?"
"I say he did survive, and I've lost twenty thousand pounds. I never would have believed it." "I've a further report to make," I said, "and a pretty long one. I want you to let me come soon, and detail my whole month's history; and I promise you it's worth hearing. Meantime, take a look at that."
# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XIV
## Chapter XIV

"Henry, the mere unconsidered drippings of your daily income would--"
"Oh, my daily income! Here, down with this hot Scotch, and cheer up your soul. Here's with you! Or, no - you're hungry; sit down and--"
"Not a bite for me; I'm past it. I can't eat, these days; but I'll drink with you till I drop. Come!"
"Barrel for barrel, I'm with you! Ready? Here we go! Now, then, Lloyd, unreel your story while I brew."
"Unreel it? What, again?"
"Again? What do you mean by that?"
"Why, I mean do you want to hear it over again?"
"Do I want to hear it over again? This is a puzzler. Wait; don't take any more of that liquid. You don't need it."
"Look here, Henry, you alarm me. Didn't I tell you the whole story on the way here?"
"You?"
"Yes, I."
"I'll be hanged if I heard a word of it."
"Henry, this is a serious thing. It troubles me. What did you take up yonder at the minister's?" Then it all flashed on me, and I owned up like a man.
"I took the dearest girl in this world - prisoner!"
So then he came with a rush, and we shook, and shook, and shook till our hands ached; and he didn't blame me for not having heard a word of a story which had lasted while we walked three miles. He just sat down then, like the patient, good fellow he was, and told it all over again. Synopsized, it amounted to this: He had come to England with what he thought was a grand opportunity; he had an "option" to sell the Gould and Curry Extension for the "locators" of it, and keep all he could get over a million dollars. He had worked hard, had pulled every wire he knew of, had left no honest expedient untried, had spent nearly all the money he had in the world, had not been able to get a solitary capitalist to listen to him, and his option would run out at the end of the month. In a word, he was ruined. Then he jumped up and cried out:
"Henry, you can save me! You can save me, and you're the only man in the universe that can. Will you do it? Won't you do it?"
# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XVII
## Chapter XVII

"What, man! Certificate of deposit for £200,000. Is it yours?"
"Mine. I earned it by thirty days' judicious use of that little loan you let me have. And the only use I made of it was to buy trifles and offer the bill in change." "Come, this is astonishing! It's incredible, man!" "Never mind, I'll prove it. Don't take my word unsupported." But now Portia's turn was come to be surprised. Her eyes were spread wide, and she said:
"Henry, is that really your money? Have you been fibbing to me?"
"I have, indeed, dearie. But you'll forgive me, I know."
She put up an arch pout, and said:
"Don't you be so sure. You are a naughty thing to deceive me so!"
"Oh, you'll get over it, sweetheart, you'll get over it; it was only fun, you know. Come, let's be going."
"But wait, wait! The situation, you know. I want to give you the situation," said my man.
"Well," I said, "I'm just as grateful as I can be, but really I don't want one."
"But you can have the very choicest one in my gift."
"Thanks again, with all my heart; but I don't even want that one."
"Henry, I'm ashamed of you. You don't half thank the good gentleman. May I do it for you?"
"Indeed, you shall, dear, if you can improve it. Let us see you try."
She walked to my man, got up in his lap, put her arm round his neck, and kissed him right on the mouth. Then the two old gentlemen shouted with laughter, but I was dumfounded, just petrified, as you may say. Portia said:
"Papa, he has said you haven't a situation in your gift that he'd take; and I feel just as hurt as--"
"My darling, is that your papa?"
"Yes; he's my step-papa, and the dearest one that ever was. You understand now, don't you, why I was able to laugh when you told me at the minister's, not knowing my relationships, what trouble and worry papa's and Uncle Abel's scheme was giving you?"
Of course, I spoke right up now, without any fooling, and went straight to the point. "Oh, my dearest dear sir, I want to take back what I said. You have got a situation open that I want."
# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XIII
## Chapter XIII

"Portia, dear, would you mind going with me that day, when I confront those old gentlemen?"
She shrank a little, but said:
"N-o; if my being with you would help hearten you. But - would it be quite proper, do you think?"
"No, I don't know that it would - in fact, I'm afraid it wouldn't; but, you see, there's so much dependent upon it that--"
"Then I'll go anyway, proper or improper," she said, with a beautiful and generous enthusiasm. "Oh, I shall be so happy to think I'm helping!"
"Helping, dear? Why, you'll be doing it all. You're so beautiful and so lovely and so winning, that with you there I can pile our salary up till I break those good old fellows, and they'll never have the heart to struggle."
Sho! you should have seen the rich blood mount, and her happy eyes shine!
"You wicked flatterer! There isn't a word of truth in what you say, but still I'll go with you. Maybe it will teach you not to expect other people to look with your eyes."
Were my doubts dissipated? Was my confidence restored? You may judge by this fact: privately I raised my salary to twelve hundred the first year on the spot. But I didn't tell her; I saved it for a surprise.
All the way home I was in the clouds, Hastings talking, I not hearing a word. When he and I entered my parlor, he brought me to myself with his fervent appreciations of my manifold comforts and luxuries.
"Let me just stand here a little and look my fill. Dear me! it's a palace - it's just a palace! And in it everything a body could desire, including cosy coal fire and supper standing ready. Henry, it doesn't merely make me realize how rich you are; it makes me realize, to the bone, to the marrow, how poor I am - how poor I am, and how miserable, how defeated, routed, annihilated!"
Plague take it! this language gave me the cold shudders. It scared me broad awake, and made me comprehend that I was standing on a halfinch crust, with a crater underneath. I didn't know I had been dreaming - that is, I hadn't been allowing myself to know it for a while back; but now - oh, dear! Deep in debt, not a cent in the world, a lovely girl's happiness or woe in my hands, and nothing in front of me but a salary which might never - oh, would never - materialize! Oh, oh, oh! I am ruined past hope! nothing can save me!
# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XVIII
## Chapter XVIII

"Name it."
"Son-in-law."
"Well, well, well! But you know, if you haven't ever served in that capacity, you, of course, can't furnish recommendations of a sort to satisfy the conditions of the contract, and so--"
"Try me - oh, do, I beg of you! Only just try me thirty or forty years, and if--"
"Oh, well, all right; it's but a little thing to ask, take her along."
Happy, we two? There are not words enough in the unabridged to describe it. And when London got the whole history, a day or two later, of my month's adventures with that bank-note, and how they ended, did London talk, and have a good time? Yes.
My Portia's papa took that friendly and hospitable bill back to the Bank of England and cashed it; then the Bank canceled it and made him a present of it, and he gave it to us at our wedding, and it has always hung in its frame in the sacredest place in our home ever since. For it gave me my Portia. But for it I could not have remained in London, would not have appeared at the minister's, never should have met her. And so I always say, "Yes, it's a million-pounder, as you see; but it never made but one purchase in its life, and then got the article for only about a tenth part of its value."
# The Millionth Chance

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   This tale of mystery will hold you to the last line. The interests of three great world powers clash in a Maine Winter resort. A real American is dragged into the whirlpool and there he finds an American girl, the sort whose love for her country stands out like a northern pine against the snow. As for the man—he will stake all on a chance when the odds are a million to one against him. He’s a fighter who never will quit.
THE MILLIONTH CHANCE
A COMPLETE NOVEL
    by
Arthur Somers Roche Author of “For Bravery,” “Figures Can’t Lie,” etc.
* Chapter I 3
* Chapter II 8
* Chapter III 13
* Chapter IV 16
* Chapter V 22
* Chapter VI 27
* Chapter VII 32
* Chapter VIII 37
* Chapter IX 42
* Chapter X 47
* Chapter XI 52
* Chapter XII 57
* Chapter XIII 61
* Chapter XIV 66
* Chapter XV 72
* Chapter XVI 79
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# The Million Pound Bank Note/Chapter XV
## Chapter XV

"Tell me how. Speak out, my boy."
"Give me a million and my passage home for my 'option'! Don't, don't refuse!"
I was in a kind of agony. I was right on the point of coming out with the words, "Lloyd, I'm a pauper myself - absolutely penniless, and in debt!" But a white-hot idea came flaming through my head, and I gripped my jaws together, and calmed myself down till I was as cold as a capitalist. Then I said, in a commercial and self-possessed way:
"I will save you, Lloyd--"
"Then I'm already saved! God be merciful to you forever! If ever I--"
"Let me finish, Lloyd. I will save you, but not in that way; for that would not be fair to you, after your hard work, and the risks you've run. I don't need to buy mines; I can keep my capital moving, in a commercial center like London, without that; it's what I'm at, all the time; but here is what I'll do. I know all about that mine, of course; I know its immense value, and can swear to it if anybody wishes it. You shall sell out inside of the fortnight for three millions cash, using my name freely, and we'll divide, share and share alike."
Do you know, he would have danced the furniture to kindling-wood in his insane joy, and broken everything on the place, if I hadn't tripped him up and tied him.
Then he lay there, perfectly happy, saying:
"I may use your name! Your name - think of it! Man, they'll flock in droves, these rich Londoners; they'll fight for that stock! I'm a made man, I'm a made man forever, and I'll never forget you as long as I live!"
In less than twenty-four hours London was abuzz! I hadn't anything to do, day after day, but sit at home, and say to all comers:
"Yes; I told him to refer to me. I know the man, and I know the mine. His character is above reproach, and the mine is worth far more than he asks for it."
Meantime I spent all my evenings at the minister's with Portia. I didn't say a word to her about the mine; I saved it for a surprise. We talked salary; never anything but salary and love; sometimes love, sometimes salary, sometimes love and salary together. And my! the interest the minister's wife and daughter took in our little affair, and the endless ingenuities they invented to save us from interruption, and to keep the minister in the dark and unsuspicious - well, it was just lovely of them!
# The Man in the Wilderness

English nursery rhyme (Roud 20593)
* "Strawberries" in Gammer Gurton's garland of nursery songs and Toby Tickle's collection of riddles by Peter Puzzlecap and Thomas Bewick (c. 1820)
* "The man in the wilderness asked me" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)
* "The Man in the Wilderness" in The Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose by Arthur Rackham (St. Nicholas, Jan. 1913)
# The Man in the Panther's Skin/Chapter 7

VII
FIRST LETTER WRITTEN BY NESTAN-DAREDJAN TO HER LOVER
363. "I saw the letter; it was from her for whom fire consumes my heart. The sunbeam wrote: 'O lion! let not thy wound appear. I am thine. Die not, but I hate vain fainting. Now Asmat'h tells thee all that is spoken by me.
364. "'Pitiful fainting and dying, what love dost thou think this! It is better to exhibit to the beloved deeds of heroism. All dwellers in Khatavet'hi are our tributaries; now their ill-will towards us cannot be borne by us.
365. "'I was desirous to wed thee even before, but hitherto I have not found opportunity to speak. The other day I saw thee deprived of reason sitting in the litter; then I heard all that had befallen thee.
366. "'I will tell thee truth; hearken to this that I say to thee: Go, do battle with the Khatavians, exhibit thyself to me in a goodly manner, this is better for thee. Weep idly no more; why moisten more the rose! What more can the sun do to thee! Behold, I have turned thy darkness to dawn.'
* ↑ Cf. 11, 12.
* ↑ Cathay, 196, 373, 976. Query: Is "Cathay" derived from Khatavet'hi?
* ↑ Djavri, P.
* ↑ Or, last time.
* ↑ Cubo, 380; also "canopy."
* ↑ (than I do)
* ↑ Ch. here inserts a quatrain (377).
# The Man in the Panther's Skin/Chapter 8

VIII
FIRST LETTER WRITTEN BY TARIEL TO HIS BELOVED
367. "With mine eyes I gazed upon the letter written by her. I wrote in answer: 'O moon, how indeed can the sun surpass thee! May God not give me that which is not like thee! I feel as in a dream; I cannot believe in my survival.'
​368. "I said to Asmat'h: 'I cannot devise more answer than this. Say thus to her: O sun! since thou art arisen as a light for me, behold thou hast quickened me (who was) dead; I shall faint no more henceforth, whatever be the service I am a liar if I shun it.'
369. "Asmat'h said to me: 'She told me: Let us do thus, thus were it better: Whoever sees thee will discover nothing of my discourse with him; he will come to see me as if he were making love to thee. She entreated me to tell the Amirbar so to behave.'
370. "This counsel pleased me, the wisdom of the heart of her whom even the sun took care not to gaze on; she had given to me to hear the refined conversation of her in whose rays daylight was like darkness.
371. "I gave Asmat'h choice jewels with a golden cup. She said to me: 'No. I do not want them; I have these to satiety.' She took one ring weighing a drachma; ' this is enough for a token; I am full of other bracelets.'
372. "The maid arose and went forth. The spears spared my heart, joy lightened my darkness, the fire which had burned me was extinguished. I went in and sat down at the banquet where my comrades were drinking; joyful, I distributed gifts, the jubilation increased.
* ↑ Davidev (?).
* ↑ Ch., "which is unseemly to thee."
* ↑ "Seeing thee (Asmat'h), none will suspect that it is with me (Nestan) he holds converse."
* ↑ Namusoba, P., A., 1036.
* ↑ "The opportunity of hearing."
* ↑ Ar mkise, not rough, 182, 677, 964.
* ↑ Drama, 1214. As coin, 1031, 1040, 1195.
* ↑ Shesabami means also decent, proper, becoming. Reading skhvad: "otherwise full of bracelets."
* ↑ Zami, P. Cf. zeimi, 73, 326.
# The Man Who Could Work Miracles

* "The Man Who Could Work Miracles" in Tales of Space and Time (1899)
* "The Man Who Could Work Miracles" in Tales of the Unexpected (1924)
# The Man Who Couldn't Sleep

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I heard the squeal of the brakes and the high-pitched shouts from a crowd of youths along the sidewalk. But it was too late. I could feel the impact as we struck. I could feel the sickening thud and jolt as the wheels pounded over that fallen body. "Latreille," I said, breathing brokenly as we slowed up, "did we—did we kill him?"
My chauffeur turned in his seat and studied my face. Then he looked carefully back, to make sure we were not being followed. "This is a heavy car, sir," he finally admitted.
[[File:Frontispiece and Title Page - The Man Who Couldn't Sleep.png|450px|thumb|center|{{smaller|I could feel the sting of the powder smoke on my up-thrust wrist}]]
The Man Who Couldn't Sleep
By ARTHUR STRINGER
AUTHOR OF
"The Prairie Wife," Etc.
With Frontispiece
By FRANK SNAPP
A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York
Published by arrangement with Bobbs Merrill Company
Copyright 1919
The Bobbs-Merrill company
Printed in the United States of America
To Harvey, of the dome-like pate
The dreamy eye, the Celtic wit And kindly heart, I dedicate This blithe romance conceived and writ By one of that triumvirate Who knew Defeat, yet conquered it.

## CONTENTS

CHAPTER
* I. Running Out of Pay-Dirt
* II. The Ox-Blood Vase
* III. The Stolen Wheel-Code
* IV. The Open Door
* V. The Man from Medicine Hat
* VI. The Irreproachable Butler
* VII. The Panama Gold Chests
* VIII. The Dummy-Chucker
* IX. A Rialto Rain-Storm
* X. The Thumb-Tap Clue
* XI. The Nile-Green Roadster
[ end matter ]
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# The Man Who Could Write

* Kipling, Rudyard (1899, 1919), "The Man Who Could Write" in Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads.
* Kipling, Rudyard (1919), "The Man Who Could Write" in Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Becher, Johann Joachim

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BECHER, bĕk'ẽr, Johann Joachim (1635-82). A German chemist, born at Speyer. He acquired an extensive knowledge of medicine, physics, chemistry, and economics; then taught and practiced medicine at Mainz. Later he founded a chemical laboratory at Munich, and in 1660 he was called to Vienna to inaugurate extensive commercial and industrial establishments. Becher had many enemies, and was accused — not altogether unjustly — of charlatanry. In his Physica Subterranea (1669), we find the first clear mention of the imaginary fiery principle (‘terra pinguis’). which afterwards, under the name of phlogiston, played so important a role in chemical theory. Consult Erdberg-Krezenciewski, Johann Joachim Becker (Jena, 1896).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Bechstein, Johann Matthäus

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BECHSTEIN, bĕk'stḯn, Johann Matthäus (1757-1822). A German naturalist, born at Waltershausen (Gotha), and educated at Jena. In 1795 he founded the school of forestry at Waltershausen, and in 1800 was appointed director of the Academy of Forestry at Dreissigacker. He published Die Forst- und Jagdwissenschaft nach allen ihren Teilen (1818-27); Die Waldbeschützungslehre (1818); Abbildungen naturhistorischer Gegenstände (1796-1810); Naturgeschichte der Hof- und Stubenvögel (1870).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Bec

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BEC. An historic French ruin in the Department of Eure, near Brionne. It was once an abbey, which Lanfranc and Anselm made a centre of learning in the Eleventh Century.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Beccafico

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BECCAFICO, bĕk'kȧ-fē'kṓ (It. from beccare, to peck + fico, fig). An Italian name given in the south of Europe to various small and elegant warblers (Sylviidæ), used as table delicacies, and specifically to the olive-brown garden-warbler or pettychaps (Sylvia hortensis), migratory in England. It haunts the fig orchards and vineyards, and pecks holes in the rind of the ripening fruit, seeming to prefer to all others the variety of fig known in Italy as ‘fetifero.’ The damage done is slight, however, and some persons believe that in each instance the bird has found and removed an insect attacking the fruit. After fattening in the autunm upon this fruit their flesh becomes a dainty for the table, and they are shot for market in great numbers, though each affords hardly more than a mouthful of food. See Fig.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Beccari, Odoardo

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BECCARI, bĕk-kä'rḗ, Odoardo (1843—). An Italian naturalist. He was born at Florence and studied at Pisa. The three years from 1865 to 1868 he spent in Borneo, and from 1871 to 1876 he traveled in Celebes, New Guinea, and other of the East Indies. The results of his researches were published in the Nuovo Giornale Botanico Italiano, which he had founded in 1869, and in the Bolletino della Società geografica Italiana. He is also the author of a work, in two volumes, entitled Malesia (1884-85).
# The New International Encyclopædia/Bechamel

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BECHAMEL, bĕsh'ȧ-mĕl (Fr. béchamel). A fine white broth, or sauce, thickened with cream; so named from its inventor, the Marquis de Béchamel, steward of Louis XIV.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Beccafumi, Domenico

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BECCAFUMI, bĕk'kȧ-fōō'mḗ, Domenico, also called Il Mecherino (1486-1551). An Italian painter and sculptor. He was the son of Giacomo de Pace, a peasant laborer on the estate of Lorenzo Beccafumi, a wealthy citizen of Siena, who took the boy into his service, and fostered liis natural taste for art by placing him in the studio of Capanna in Siena, and afterwards sending him to study in Rome, Beccafumi painted many religious pieces and mythological works. He also continued the wonderful pavement in the Cathedral of Siena. For years the best artists worked upon this pavement, which was of white marble, the subject being engraved in black outline, and the border inlaid with magnificent patterns of varied colors. Beccafumi was occupied on this work twenty-seven years. His finest paintings are the frescoes on the ceiling of the city hall in Siena and an altar-piece in the museum there.