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Richard Harding Davis
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Richard Harding Davis
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'Somewhere In France' / Richard Harding Davis
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Marie Gessler, known as Marie Chaumontel, Jeanne d'Avrechy, the Countess d'Aurillac, was German. Her father, who served throug...
The Boy Who Cried Wolf / Richard Harding Davis
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Before he finally arrested him, “Jimmie” Sniffen had seen the man with the golf-cap, and the blue eyes that laughed at you, three time...
Vera, The Medium / Richard Harding Davis
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Part I Happy in the hope that the news was "exclusive", the Despatch had thrown the name of Stephen Hallowell, his portr...
The Scarlet Car / Richard Harding Davis
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I THE JAIL-BREAKERS For a long time it had been arranged they all should go to the Harvard and Yale game in Winthrop's c...
The Reporter Who Made Himself King / Richard Harding Davis
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The Old Time Journalist will tell you that the best reporter is the one who works his way up. He holds that the only way to start is a...
La Lettre D'Amour / Richard Harding Davis
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When Bardini, who led the Hungarian Band at the Savoy Restaurant, was promoted to play at the Casino at Trouville, his place was taken...
A Derelict / Richard Harding Davis
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When the war-ships of a navy lie cleared for action outside a harbor, and the war-ships of the country with which they are at war lie ...
The Bar Sinister / Richard Harding Davis
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PART I The Master was walking most unsteady, his legs tripping each other. After the fifth or sixth round, my legs often go the sa...
Ranson's Folly / Richard Harding Davis
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PART I The junior officers of Fort Crockett had organized a mess at the post-trader's. "And a mess it certainly is,"...
The Princess Aline / Richard Harding Davis
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I H. R. H. the Princess Aline of Hohenwald came into the life of Morton Carlton--or "Morney" Carlton, as men called him-...
The Lost House / Richard Harding Davis
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I It was a dull day at the chancellery. His Excellency the American Ambassador was absent in Scotland, unveiling a bust to Bobby B...
In the Fog / Richard Harding Davis
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CHAPTER I The Grill is the club most difficult of access in the world. To be placed on its rolls distinguishes the new member as...
The Boy Scout / Richard Harding Davis
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A rule of the Boy Scouts is every day to do some one a good turn. Not because the copy-books tell you it deserves another, but in spit...
A Wasted Day / Richard Harding Davis
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When its turn came, the private secretary, somewhat apologetically, laid the letter in front of the Wisest Man in Wall Street. &qu...
The Spy / Richard Harding Davis
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My going to Valencia was entirely an accident. But the more often I stated that fact, the more satisfied was everyone at the capital t...
A Question of Latitude / Richard Harding Davis
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Of the school of earnest young writers at whom the word muckraker had been thrown in opprobrium, and by whom it had been caught up as ...
Peace Manoeuvres / Richard Harding Davis
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The scout stood where three roads cut three green tunnels in the pine woods, and met at his feet. Above his head an aged sign-post poi...
The Nature Faker / Richard Harding Davis
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Richard Herrick was a young man with a gentle disposition, much money, and no sense of humor. His object in life was to marry Miss Cat...
My Buried Treasure / Richard Harding Davis
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This is a true story of a search for buried treasure. The only part that is not true is the name of the man with whom I searched for t...
The Messengers / Richard Harding Davis
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When Ainsley first moved to Lone Lake Farm all of his friends asked him the same question. They wanted to know, if the farmer who sold...
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