The Man Who Won, Or, the Career and Adventures of the Younger Mr. Harrison (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III A TEST FOR HIS SOUL Washington's Birthday had been the usual holiday. A few flags cracked like whiplashes in the winter's gale; a few men idled because the doors of banks and city buildings were closed by patriotic decree. The Washington Club mounted its punch bowl in the east parlor and hauled down the front blinds. Out Laurel Avenue way the War Daughters were resurrecting their shadowy ancestors for the annual display of pedigrees. The afternoon papers carried a " cut" of George Washington and the announcement that " the day is being quietly observed," which was the most truthful bit of news in type. Mrs. Charlie Clyde was entertaining friends in the evening at her home. In pursuance of a promise made to Charlie Clyde that he would " bring somebody," Jack Harrison was setting forth at 8:30 o'clock in the Harrison motor in the direction of the dwelling of Miss Eva Wilcox on Hilldale Avenue. Eva was not the prettiest girl in the world, nor thewisest, but a young man might summon Eva to three dances in a row and not consider himself or be considered engaged. There was Doris Edwards ? Jack had taken her to the Fourth Assembly two weeks before, yet he would not for his very life have asked her to the Clyde affair. Doris was likeable, but her conversation was too personal for such an avowed free lance as Mr. Harrison, the younger. While he would miss Doris' smile and superb dancing to-night, he would feel more free with the less brilliant Eva Wilcox. "Now, Eva, what have you been doing?" Jack asked, as they settled down in the motor. " Not a thing. This is my first time out in two weeks. Nobody wants a big girl. Ha! All right, John Harrison, you shall be rewarded for this. Remember ?' the greatest of these is charity.' No, no, I don't really mean it. I've no...