THE ENTRAPPING OF MR. BRASSFIELD
[Illustration: "Those red ones," said the judge, "are the very devil for showing on black!"]
SOME ALTERNATIONS IN THE CURRENT
[Illustration: "I am taking Miss Waldron home," said Mr. Amidon.]
ILLUSTRATIONS
Instantly he was aware of the descent upon him of a fiery comet of femininity … … Frontispiece
She seemed to emanate from the tiger-skin as a butterfly from the chrysalis
A new thrill ran through the man and a new light came into his eyes.
Vast and complete was the system of notes built up by the professor and the judge
There she sits so attentive to her book that his entrance has not attracted her notice
Soon their heads were close together over plans
"Those red ones," said the judge, "are the very devil for showing on black!"
"I am taking Miss Waldron home," said Mr. Amidon
The Persons of the Story:
FLORIAN AMIDON, a respectable young banker of literary and artistic tastes.
EUGENE BRASSFIELD, for a description of whose peculiarities the reader is referred to the text.
ELIZABETH WALDRON, a young woman just out of school.
JUDGE BLODGETT, an elderly lawyer.
MADAME LE CLAIRE, a professional occultist.
PROFESSOR BLATHERWICK, her father, a German scientist.
DAISY SCARLETT, a young woman of fervid complexion and a character to match.
EDGINGTON AND COX, lawyers.
ALVORD, a man about a small town.
AARON, a Sudanese serving-man.
MRS. PUMPHREY, )
MISS SMITH, )
DOCTOR JULIA BROWN, ) Members of the elite of Bellevale.
MRS. ALVORD, )
MRS. MEYER, )
MRS. HUNTER, of Hazelhurst.
MR. SLATER, )
MR. BULLIWINKLE, ) Prominent male residents of Bellevale.
MR. STEVENS, )
MR. KNAGGS, )
SHEEHAN, ) Labor leaders.
ZALINSKY, )
CONLON, a contractor.
CLERKS, STENOGRAPHERS, SERVANTS, POLITICIANS, WAITERS, MEMBERS OF THE A. O. C. M., PORTERS, AND CITIZENS ON FOOT AND IN CARRIAGES.
SCENE: In Hazelhurst, Wisconsin; New York City, and Bellevale, Pennsylvania. [N. B.—It might be anywhere else in these states, east or west.]
TIME: From June, 1896, to March, 1901—but this is not insisted upon.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
I
A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING
Deep in the Well where blushing hides the shrinking
and Naked Truth,
I have dived, and dared to fetch ensnared this Fragment
of tested Sooth;
And one of the purblind Race of Men peered with a curious Eye
Over the Curb as I fetched it forth, and besought me
to drop that Lie:
But all ye who long for Certitude, and who yearn for the
Ultimate Fact,
Who know the Truth and in spite of Ruth tear piecemeal
the Inexact,
