The Shame of Motley is written by Rafael Sabatini. Three days were sped, yet nought had happened to signify that things would shape the course by me so ardently desired; that the means would be afforded me of mending my miserable ways, and repairing the wreck my life had suffered on the shoals of Fate.
The Shadow Kingdom is written by Robert E. Howard. The throng shouted, women flung roses from the roofs as the rhythmic chiming of silver hosts came clearer and the first of the mighty array swung into view in the broad white street that curved round the golden-spired Tower of Splendor.
The Seventh Man is written by Max Brand. The acid loneliness ate into him. To be sure, from boyhood he knew the mountain quiet, the still heights and the solemn echoes, but towards the close of the long isolation the end of each day found him oppressed by a weightier sense of burden; in a few days he would begin to talk to himself.
The Settlers in Canada is written by Frederick Marryat. Time passed quickly; and, at the end of ten years, Mr Campbell found himself with a flourishing business, and, at the same time, with a family to support; his wife having presented him with four boys, of whom the youngest was but a few months old.
The Settler and the Savage is written by Robert Michael Ballantyne. A solitary horseman--a youth in early manhood--riding at a snail's pace over the great plains, or karroo, of South Africa. His chin on his breast; his hands in the pockets of an old shooting-coat; his legs in ragged trousers, and his feet in worn-out boots. Regardless of stirrups, the last are dangling.
The Seeds of Enchantment is written by Gilbert Frankau. It is so much the custom nowadays for an author who has achieved your good will with a particular type of tale to continue in the same vein until either your patience or his own fertility be exhausted, that I having been fortunate enough to please you with my "Peter Jameson" feel a little diffident in following up that romance of everyday life with what I can only describe as an "adventure story."
The Secret Wireless is written by Lewis E. Theiss. Henry Harper was sitting in the doorway of the workshop in his father's back yard, where the Camp Brady Wireless Club made their headquarters. He was reading the morning newspaper. Suddenly he sprang to his feet. His face grew black. His free hand clenched.
The Secret of the Reef is written by Harold Bindloss. The girl was silent for a few moments, and in her expression there was a hint of regret that stirred Jimmy's blood. They had seen a good deal of each other during the voyage; and it was painful to the man to realize that in all probability their acquaintance must soon come to an end; but he ventured to think that his companion shared his feelings to some extent.
The Second William Penn is written by William H. Ryus. The writer of this preface was intimately acquainted with the author of this book, and knows that he has not yielded to temptation to draw upon his imagination for the incidents related herein, but has adhered strictly to the truth. Truth is, sometimes, "stranger than fiction," and is an indispensable requisite to accurate history, yet it may sometime destroy the charm of fiction.
The Second String is written by Nat Gould. The Downs was within easy distance of Brighton, and Jack Redland often walked from the famous seaside resort to Sir Lester's and back. He did so because he liked walking, for he was never short of the choice of a mount, any of his Brighton friends were only too willing to oblige him when they found he improved the manners of their horses.
