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قراءة كتاب Running Sands
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RUNNING SANDS
RUNNING SANDS
BY
REGINALD WRIGHT KAUFFMAN
AUTHOR OF
"The House of Bondage," "The Sentence of Silence," etc.
NEW YORK
THE MACAULAY COMPANY
Copyright, 1918, by
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
To
BRUNER KAUFFMAN
Brother and Friend
PREFACE
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony....
"It was ordained for the procreation of children, to be brought up in the fear and nurture of the Lord, and to the praise of his holy Name....
"It was ordained for a remedy against sin, and to avoid fornication; that such persons as have not the gift of continence might marry, and keep themselves undefiled....
"It was ordained for the mutual society, help, and comfort, that the one ought to have of the other....
"Into which holy estate these two persons come now to be joined...."
—The Book of Common Prayer.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | "WON'T YOU WALK INTO MY PARLOUR?" | 1 |
| I | I YOUNG BLOOD | 20 |
| III | EN GARDE, MONSIEUR! | 34 |
| IV | THE APPLE OF THEIR EYE | 59 |
| V | ONE ROAD TO LOVE | 72 |
| VI | A MAID PERPLEXED | 88 |
| VII | FIRE AND TOW | 106 |
| VIII | "THE WORLD-WITHOUT-END BARGAIN" | 115 |
| IX | ANOTHER ROAD | 133 |
| X | "UNWILLING WAR" | 156 |
| XI | DR. BOUSSINGAULT | 176 |
| XII | MONTMARTRE | 198 |
| XIII | WORMWOOD | 215 |
| XIV | RUNAWAYS | 230 |
| XV | "NOT AT HOME" | 247 |
| XVI | IN THE BOIS | 254 |
| XVII | THE CALL OF YOUTH | 266 |
| XVIII | OUR LADY OF PROTECTION | 285 |
| XIX | HUSBAND AND WIFE | 304 |
| XX | HUSBAND AND LOVER | 318 |
| XXI | THE MAN AND HIS GOD | 333 |
RUNNING SANDS
I
"WON'T YOU WALK INTO MY PARLOUR?"
Stainton decided that he would go to the Metropolitan Opera House that night to hear Madama Butterfly. He did not care for operatic music, but he hoped to learn. He did not expect to meet anyone he knew, but he trusted that he might come to know someone he met. There was, at any rate, no spot in the Great American Desert, where he had found his fortune, quite so lonely as this crowded lobby of the Astor, the hotel at which he was now stopping—so he decided upon the Metropolitan and Madama Butterfly.
A page was passing, uttering shrill demands for a man whose name seemed to be "Mr. Kerrghrrr." Stainton laid a large, but hesitating, hand upon the boy's shoulder.
"Where can I buy a ticket for to-night's opera?" he enquired.
The page ceased his vocal rumble and looked up with wounded reproof at the tall cause of this interruption.
"News-stand," he said, and immediately escaped to resume the summons of "Mr. Kerghrrr."