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Davis, Richard Harding, 1864-1916

"Somewhere in France"


"I was so tired," he whispered. "Always moving me on. I was so tired!"
Behind me came heavy footsteps, and though with my arm I tried to bar
them out, the two detectives pushed into the doorway. They shoved me to
one side and through the passage made for him came the Jew in the sable
coat, Mr. Adolph Meyer.
For an instant the little great man stood with wide, owl-like eyes,
staring at the face on the pillow.
Then he sank softly to his knees. In both his hands he caught the hand
of the card-sharp.
"Heine!" he begged. "Don't you know me? It is your brother Adolph; your
little brother Adolph!"


BILLY AND THE BIG STICK

Had the Wilmot Electric Light people remained content only to make
light, had they not, as a by-product, attempted to make money, they need
not have left Hayti.
When they flooded with radiance the unpaved streets of Port-au-Prince no
one, except the police, who complained that the lights kept them awake,
made objection; but when for this illumination the Wilmot Company
demanded payment, every one up to President Hamilcar Poussevain was
surprised and grieved.


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