The Apple of Discord (Earle Ashley Walcott) (Literary Thoughts Edition)

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Earle Ashley Walcott. The Apple of Discord (Earle Ashley Walcott) (Literary Thoughts Edition)

The Apple of Discord

Literary Thoughts Edition presents. The Apple of Discord, by Earle Ashley Walcott

CHAPTER I – I AM PRESENTED WITH AN OVERCOAT

CHAPTER II – THE HOUSE OF BLAZES

CHAPTER III – A GLIMPSE OF SUNSHINE

CHAPTER IV – MACHIAVELLI IN BRONZE

CHAPTER V – MISS KENDRICK'S PLEASURE

CHAPTER VI – BIG SAM'S DIPLOMACY

CHAPTER VII – IN THE CURRENT

CHAPTER VIII – A CONTRIBUTION TO THE CAUSE

CHAPTER IX – PETER BOLTON

CHAPTER X – A COUNCIL OF WAR

CHAPTER XI – TROUBLES IN THE MARKET

CHAPTER XII – THE LOTTERY TICKET

CHAPTER XIII – THE WISDOM OF HIS ANCESTORS

CHAPTER XIV – BARGAINING

CHAPTER XV – A RIPPLE OF TROUBLE

CHAPTER XVI – LAYING DOWN THE LAW

CHAPTER XVII – BIG SAM'S WARNING

CHAPTER XVIII – LITTLE JOHN AS A MAN OF ACTION

CHAPTER XIX – MISCHIEF AFOOT

CHAPTER XX – ON THE SAND-LOTS

CHAPTER XXI – BATTLE

CHAPTER XXII – I BECOME A MAN OF BUSINESS

CHAPTER XXIII – THE COMMITTEE OF SAFETY

CHAPTER XXIV – THE JUSTICE OF BIG SAM

CHAPTER XXV – FACING A CRISIS

CHAPTER XXVI – ON THE PRECIPICE

CHAPTER XXVII – A CALL TO ARMS

CHAPTER XXVIII – WITH THE PICK-HANDLE BRIGADE

CHAPTER XXIX – A TONGUE OF FIRE

CHAPTER XXX – THE END OF THE FEUD

CHAPTER XXXI – THE BROKEN WEB

CHAPTER XXXII – THE ANSWER

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by Earle Ashley Walcott

As embarrassment and failure of language were equally foreign to his nature, I was confirmed in a growing suspicion that there had been an ulterior purpose behind his cordial invitation to luncheon. The meal had been a good one, and he was paying for it, and so I felt that I owed him my moral support. Therefore, I returned such a look of encouragement as might properly express the feelings of a fledgling attorney toward a millionaire who was the probable source of active litigation, and waited for him to speak.

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As he staggered into the saloon, ten or twelve young men, hardly more than boys, crowded after him, striking at him with fists and clubs. Their faces were hard at best, the lines written upon them by vice and crime giving plain warning to all who might read; but now rage and hatred and lust for blood lighted their eyes and flushed their cheeks, till they might have stood as models for escapes from the infernal regions.

"The cop!" cried a voice; and others took it up, and I recognized in the battered man the policeman who had shown me my way.

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