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The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 2 The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 2

The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 2
CHAPTER IIThey were a weary, half-starved and travel-stained quartette when the Red Guards stopped them for the last time in Russia and passed them through, warning them that the White Guards would surely do murder if they caught them. The next day the White Guards halted them, but finally passed them through, counselling them to keep out of the way of the Red Guards if they wished to escape being shot at sight. In the neat, shiny, carefully scrubbed little city of Helsingfors they avoided the huns by some miracle--one of Brisson's customary miracles--but another little company of Americans and English... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1476

The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 1 The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 1

The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Chapter 1
CHAPTER IOn the 7th of November, 1917, the Premier of the Russian Revolutionary Government was a hunted fugitive, his ministers in prison, his troops scattered or dead. Three weeks later, the irresponsible Reds had begun their shameful career of treachery, counselled by a pallid, black-eyed man with a muzzle like a mouse--one L. D. Bronstein, called Trotzky; and by two others--one a bald, smooth-shaven, rotund little man with an expression that made men hesitate, and features not trusted by animals and children. The Red Parliament called him Vladimir Ulianov, and that's what he called himself. He had proved to be reticent,... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1385

The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Preface The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Preface

The Crimson Tide: A Novel - Preface
To MARGARET ILLINGTON BOWES AND EDWARD J. BOWES I I'd rather walk with Margaret, I'd rather talk with Margaret, And anchor in some sylvan nook... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1909

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 15. The Enemy Listens The Fighting Chance - Chapter 15. The Enemy Listens

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 15. The Enemy Listens
CHAPTER XV. THE ENEMY LISTENSIn September, her marriage to Siward excitingly imminent, Sylvia had been seized with a passion for wholesale renunciation and rigid self-chastisement. All that had been so materially desirable to her in life, all that she had heretofore worshipped, in and belonging to her own world, she now denied. Down went the miniature golden calf from the altar in her private shrine, its tiny crashing fall making considerable racket throughout her world, and the planets and satellites adjacent to that section of the social system which she had long been expected to dominate. The spectacle of their youthful... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3285

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 14. The Bargain The Fighting Chance - Chapter 14. The Bargain

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 14. The Bargain
CHAPTER XIV. THE BARGAINIf a man's grief does not awaken his dignity, then he has none. In that event, grief is not even respectable. And so it was with Leroy Mortimer when Lydia at last turned on him. If you caress an Angora too long and too persistently it runs away. And before it goes it scratches. Under all the physical degeneration of mind and flesh there had still remained in Mortimer the capacity for animal affection; and that does not mean sensuality alone, but generosity and a sort of routine devotion as characteristic components of a character which had now... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1486

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 10. The Seamy Side The Fighting Chance - Chapter 10. The Seamy Side

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 10. The Seamy Side
CHAPTER X. THE SEAMY SIDEAbout four o'clock on the following afternoon Mrs. Mortimer's maid, who had almost finished drying and dressing her mistress' hair, was called to the door by a persistent knocking, which at first she had been bidden to disregard. It was Mortimer's man, desiring to know whether Mrs. Mortimer could receive Mr. Mortimer at once on matters of importance. "No," said Leila petulantly. "Tell Mullins to say that I can not see anybody," and catching a glimpse of the shadowy Mullins dodging about the dusky corridor: "What is the matter? Is Mr. Mortimer ill?" But Mullins could not... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2029

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 9. Confessions The Fighting Chance - Chapter 9. Confessions

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 9. Confessions
CHAPTER IX. CONFESSIONSIn a city in transition yesterday is as dead as a dead century those who prepare the old year for burial are already taking the ante-mortem statement of the new, the future fulfils the functions of the present. Time itself is considered merely as a by-product of horse-power, discounted with flippancy as the unavoidable friction clogging the fly-wheel of progress. Memory, once a fine art, is becoming a lost art in Manhattan. His world and his city had almost ceased to think of Siward. For a few weeks men spoke of him in the several clubs of... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1259

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 8. Confidences The Fighting Chance - Chapter 8. Confidences

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 8. Confidences
CHAPTER VIII. CONFIDENCESBy January the complex social mechanism of the metropolis was whirling smoothly again; the last ultra-fashionable December lingerer had returned from the country; those of the same caste outward bound for a Southern or exotic winter had departed; and the glittering machine, every part assembled, refurbished, repolished, and connected, having been given preliminary speed-tests at the horse show, and a tuning up at the opera, was now running under full velocity; and its steady, subdued whir quickened the clattering pulse of the city, keying it to a sublimely syncopated ragtime. The commercial reaction from the chaos of the holidays... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1605

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 7. Persuasion The Fighting Chance - Chapter 7. Persuasion

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 7. Persuasion
CHAPTER VII. PERSUASIONThe days of the house-party at Shotover were numbered. A fresh relay of guests was to replace them on Monday, and so they were making the most of the waning week on lawn and marsh, in covert and blind, or motoring madly over the State, or riding in parties to Vermillion Light. Tennis and lawn bowls came into fashion; even water polo and squash alternated on days too raw for more rugged sport. And during all these days Beverly Plank appeared with unflagging persistence and assiduity, until his familiar, big, round head and patient, delft-blue, Dutch eyes became a... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 895

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 6. Modus Vivendi The Fighting Chance - Chapter 6. Modus Vivendi

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 6. Modus Vivendi
CHAPTER VI. MODUS VIVENDIAfter the first few days of his arrival at Shotover time had threatened to hang heavily on Mortimer's mottled hands. After the second day afield he recognised that his shooting career was practically over; he had become too bulky during the last year to endure the physical exertion; his habits, too, had at length made traitors of his eyes; a half hour's snipe-shooting in the sun, and the veins in his neck swelled ominously. Panting, eyes inflamed, fat arms wobbly, he had scored miss after miss, and laboured onward, sullenly persistent to the end. But it was the... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1604

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 5. A Winning Loser The Fighting Chance - Chapter 5. A Winning Loser

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 5. A Winning Loser
CHAPTER V. A WINNING LOSERThe week passed swiftly, day after day echoing with the steady fusillade from marsh to covert, from valley to ridge. Guns flashed at dawn and dusk along the flat tidal reaches haunted of black mallard and teal; the smokeless powder cracked through alder swamp and tangled windfall where the brown grouse burst away into noisy blundering flight; where the woodcock, wilder now, shrilled skyward like feathered rockets, and the big northern hares, not yet flecked with snowy patches of fur, loped off into swamps to the sad undoing of several of the younger setters. There was a... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1043

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 4. The Season Opens The Fighting Chance - Chapter 4. The Season Opens

The Fighting Chance - Chapter 4. The Season Opens
CHAPTER IV. THE SEASON OPENSBreakfast at Shotover, except for the luxurious sluggards to whom trays were sent, was served in the English fashion--any other method or compromise being impossible. Ferrall, reasonable in most things, detested customs exotic, and usually had an Englishman or two about the house to tell them so, being unable to jeer in any language except his own. Which is partly why Alderdene and Voucher were there. And this British sideboard breakfast was a concession wrung from him through force of sheer necessity, although the custom had already become practically universal in American country houses where guests were... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2087

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 12. Her Highness Intervenes The Flaming Jewel - Episode 12. Her Highness Intervenes

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 12. Her Highness Intervenes
EPISODE TWELVE. HER HIGHNESS INTERVENES I Toward noon the wind changed, and about one o'clock it began to snow. Eve, exhausted, lay on the sofa in her bedroom. Her step-father lay on a table in the dance hall below, covered by a sheet from his own bed. And beside him sat Trooper Stormont, waiting. It was snowing heavily when Mr. Lyken, the little undertaker from Ghost Lake, arrived with several assistants, a casket, and what he called "swell trimmings." Long ago Mike Clinch had selected his own mortuary site and had driven a section of iron pipe into the ground on... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1359

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 11. The Place Of Pines The Flaming Jewel - Episode 11. The Place Of Pines

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 11. The Place Of Pines
EPISODE ELEVEN. THE PLACE OF PINES I The last sound that Mike Clinch heard on earth was the detonation of his own rifle. Probably it was an agreeable sound to him. He lay there with a pleasant expression on his massive features. His watch had fallen out of his pocket. Quintana shined him with an electric torch; picked up the watch. Then, holding the torch in one hand, he went through the dead man's pockets very thoroughly. When Quintana had finished, both trays of the flat morocco case were full of jewels. And Quintana was full of wonder and suspicion. Unquietly... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 954

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 10. The Twilight Of Mike The Flaming Jewel - Episode 10. The Twilight Of Mike

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 10. The Twilight Of Mike
EPISODE TEN. THE TWILIGHT OF MIKEI When Quintana turned like an enraged snake on Sard and drove him to his destruction, he would have killed and robbed the frightened diamond broker had he dared risk the shot. He had intended to do this anyway, sooner or later. But with the noise of the hunting dogs filling the forest, Quintana was afraid to fire. Yet, even then he followed Sard stealthily for a few minutes, afraid yet murderously desirous of the gems, confused by the tumult of the hounds, timid and ferocious at the same time, and loath to leave his fat,... Long Stories - Post by : Rick_Ostring - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1303

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 9. The Forest And Mr. Sard The Flaming Jewel - Episode 9. The Forest And Mr. Sard

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 9. The Forest And Mr. Sard
EPISODE NINE. THE FOREST AND MR. SARD I When at last Jose Quintana had secured what he had been after for years, his troubles really began. In his pocket he had two million dollars worth of gems, including the Flaming Jewel. But he was in the middle of a wilderness ringed in by hostile men, and obliged to rely for aid on a handful of the most desperate criminals in Europe. Those openly hostile to him had a wide net spread around him--wide of mesh too, perhaps; and it was through a mesh he meant to wriggle, but the net was... Long Stories - Post by : JoePace - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3455

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 8. Cup And Lip The Flaming Jewel - Episode 8. Cup And Lip

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 8. Cup And Lip
EPISODE EIGHT. CUP AND LIP I Two miles beyond Clinch's Dump, Hal Smith pulled Stormont's horse to a walk. He was tremendously excited. With naive sincerity he believed that what he had done on the spur of the moment had been the only thing to do. By snatching the Flaming Jewel from Quintana's very fingers he had diverted that vindictive bandit's fury from Eve, from Clinch, from Stormont, and had centred it upon himself. More than that, he had sown the seeds of suspicion among Quintana's own people. They never could discover Salzar's body. Always they must believe that it was... Long Stories - Post by : JoePace - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3816

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 7. Clinch's Dump The Flaming Jewel - Episode 7. Clinch's Dump

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 7. Clinch's Dump
EPISODE SEVEN. CLINCH'S DUMP I When Mike Clinch bade Hal Smith return to the Dump and take care of Eve, Smith already had decided to go there. Somewhere in Clinch's Dump was hidden the Flaming Jewel. Now was his time to search for it. There were two other reasons why he should go back. One of them was that Leverett was loose. If anything had called Trooper Stormont away, Eve would be alone in the house. And nobody on earth could forecast what a coward like Leverett might attempt. But there was another and more serious reason for returning to Clinch's.... Long Stories - Post by : JoePace - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1632

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 6. The Jewel Aflame The Flaming Jewel - Episode 6. The Jewel Aflame

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 6. The Jewel Aflame
EPISODE SIX. THE JEWEL AFLAME I Mike Clinch and his men "drove" Star Peak, and drew a blanket covert. There was a new shanty atop, camp debris, plenty of signs of recent occupation everywhere,--hot embers in which offal still smouldered, bottles odorous of claret dregs, and an aluminum culinary outfit, unwashed, as though Quintana and his men had departed in haste. Far in the still valley below, Mike Clinch squatted beside the runway he had chosen, a cocked rifle across his knees. The glare in his small, pale eyes waned and flared as distant sounds broke the forest silence, grew vague,... Long Stories - Post by : JoePace - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2802

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 2. The Ruling Passion The Flaming Jewel - Episode 2. The Ruling Passion

The Flaming Jewel - Episode 2. The Ruling Passion
EPISODE TWO. THE RULING PASSIONI Nobody understood how Jose Quintana had slipped through the Secret Service net spread for him at every port. The United States authorities did not know why Quintana had come to America. They realised merely that he arrived for no good purpose; and they had meant to arrest and hold him for extradition if requested; for deportation as an undesirable alien anyway. Only two men in America knew that Quintana had come to the United States for the purpose of recovering the famous "Flaming Jewel," stolen by him from the Grand Duchess Theodorica of Esthonia; and stolen... Long Stories - Post by : JoePace - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1033