The Price, by Francis Lynde
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Title: The Price
Author: Francis Lynde
Release Date: October 4, 2006 [EBook #19462]
Language: English
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THE PRICE
BY
FRANCIS LYNDE
AUTHOR OF THE TAMING OF RED BUTTE WESTERN, ETC.
[Illustration]
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Published by Arrangement with Charles Scribner's Sons
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published May, 1911
[Illustration]
To
MR. LATHROP BROCKWAY BULLENE
SOLE FRIEND OF MY BOYHOOD, WHO WILL RECALL BETTER THAN ANY THE YOUTHFUL MORAL AND SOCIAL SEED-TIME WHICH HAS LED TO THIS LATER HARVESTING OF CONCLUSION, THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. AT CHAUDI��RE'S 1
II. SPINDRIFT 9
III. THE RIGHT OF MIGHT 16
IV. IO TRIUMPHE! 26
V. THE BELLE JULIE 34
VI. THE DECK-HAND 44
VII. GOLD OF TOLOSA 53
VIII. THE CHAIN-GANG 59
IX. THE MIDDLE WATCH 68
X. QUICKSANDS 75
XI. THE ANARCHIST 84
XII. MOSES ICHTHYOPHAGUS 94
XIII. GRISWOLD EMERGENT 110
XIV. PHILISTIA 116
XV. THE GOTHS AND VANDALS 126
XVI. GOOD SAMARITANS 143
XVII. GROPINGS 154
XVIII. THE ZWEIBUND 165
XIX. LOSS AND GAIN 175
XX. THE CONVALESCENT 187
XXI. BROFFIN'S EQUATION 201
XXII. IN THE BURGLAR-PROOF 218
XXIII. CONVERGING ROADS 234
XXIV. THE FORWARD LIGHT 248
XXV. THE BRIDGE OF JEHENNAM 260
XXVI. PITFALLS 274
XXVII. IN THE SHADOWS 286
XXVIII. BROKEN LINKS 295
XXIX. ALL THAT A MAN HATH 312
XXX. THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES 332
XXXI. NARROWING WALLS 347
XXXII. THE LION'S SHARE 354
XXXIII. GATES OF BRASS 368
XXXIV. THE ABYSS 375
XXXV. MARGERY'S ANSWER 384
XXXVI. THE GRAY WOLF 396
XXXVII. THE QUALITY OF MERCY 408
XXXVIII. THE PENDULUM-SWING 416
XXXIX. DUST AND ASHES 428
XL. APPLES OF ISTAKHAR 438
XLI. THE DESERT AND THE SOWN 448
THE PRICE
I
AT CHAUDI��RE'S
In the days when New Orleans still claimed distinction as the only American city without trolleys, sky-scrapers, or fast trains--was it yesterday? or the day before?--there was a dingy, cobwebbed caf�� in an arcade off Camp Street which was well-beloved of newspaperdom; particularly of that wing of the force whose activities begin late and end in the small hours.
"Chaudi��re's," it was called, though I know not if that were the name of the round-faced, round-bodied little Marseillais who took toll at the desk. But all men knew the fame of its gumbo and its stuffed crabs, and that its claret was neither very bad nor very dear. And if the walls were dingy and the odors from the grille pungent and penetrating at times, there went with the white-sanded floor, and the marble-topped tables for two, an Old-World air of recreative comfort which is rarer now, even in New Orleans, than it was yesterday or the day before.
It was at Chaudi��re's that Griswold had eaten his first breakfast in the Crescent City; and it was at Chaudi��re's again that he was sharing a farewell supper with Bainbridge, of the Louisianian. Six weeks lay between that and this; forty-odd days of discouragement and failure superadded upon other similar days and weeks and months. The breakfast, he remembered, had been garnished with certain green sprigs of hope; but at the supper-table he ate like a barbarian in arrears to his appetite and the garnishings were the bitter herbs of humiliation and defeat.
Without meaning to, Bainbridge had been strewing the path with fresh thorns for the defeated one. He had just been billeted for a run down the Central American coast to write up the banana trade for his paper, and he was boyishly jubilant over the assignment, which promised to be a zestful pleasure trip. Chancing upon Griswold in the first flush of his elation, he had dragged the New Yorker around to Chaudi��re's to play second knife and fork at a small parting feast. Not that it had required much persuasion. Griswold had fasted for twenty-four hours, and he would have broken bread thankfully with an enemy. And if Bainbridge were not a friend in a purist's definition of the term, he was at least a friendly acquaintance.
Until the twenty-four-hour fast was in some measure atoned for, the burden of the table-talk fell upon Bainbridge, who lifted and carried it generously on the strength of his windfall. But no topic can be immortal; and when the vacation under pay had been threshed out in all its anticipatory details it occurred to the host that his guest was less than usually responsive; a fault not to be lightly condoned under the joyous circumstances. Wherefore he protested.
"What's the matter with you to-night, Kenneth, old man? You're more than commonly grumpy, it seems to me; and that's needless."
Griswold took the last roll from the joint bread-plate and buttered it methodically.
"Am I?" he said. "Perhaps it is because I am more
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