Nothing But the Truth

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Isham Frederic Stewart. Nothing But the Truth

CHAPTER I – THE TEMERITY OF BOB

CHAPTER II – A TRY-OUT

CHAPTER III – AN INAUSPICIOUS BEGINNING

CHAPTER IV – A CHAT ON THE LINKS

CHAPTER V – TRIVIALITIES

CHAPTER VI – DINNER

CHAPTER VII – VARYING VICISSITUDES

CHAPTER VIII – NEW COMPLICATIONS

CHAPTER IX – ANOTHER SURPRISE

CHAPTER X – INTO BONDAGE

CHAPTER XI – FISHING

CHAPTER XII – JUST ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER

CHAPTER XIII – AN ENFORCED REST CURE

CHAPTER XIV – MUTINY

CHAPTER XV – AN EXTRAORDINARY INTERVIEW

CHAPTER XVI – PLAYING WITH BOB

CHAPTER XVII – A GOOD DEAL OF GEE-GEE

CHAPTER XVIII – A FORMIDABLE ADVERSARY

CHAPTER XIX – BOB FORGETS HIMSELF

CHAPTER XX – HAND-READING

CHAPTER XXI – HEART OF STONE

CHAPTER XXII – A REAL BENEFACTOR

CHAPTER XXIII – MAKING GOOD

CHAPTER XXIV – AT THE PORTALS

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To tell the truth – to blurt out nothing but the truth to every one, and on every occasion, for three whole weeks – that’s what Bob had contracted to do. From the point of view of the commodore and the others, the man who tried to fill this contract would certainly be shot, or electrocuted, or ridden out of town on a rail, or receive a coat of tar and feathers. And Bob had such a wide circle of friends, too, which would make his task the harder; the handsome dog was popular. He was asked everywhere that was anywhere and he went, too. He would certainly “get his.” The jovial commodore was delighted. He would have a whole lot of fun at Bob’s expense. Wasn’t the latter the big boob, though? And wouldn’t he be put through his paces? Really it promised to be delicious. The commodore and the others went along with Bob just for a little try-out.

At first nothing especially interesting happened. They walked without meeting any one they were acquainted with. Transients! transients! where did they all come from? Once on their progress down the avenue the hopes of Bob’s friends rose high. A car they knew got held up on a side street not far away from them. It was a gorgeous car and it had a gorgeous occupant, but a grocery wagon was between them and it. The commodore warbled blithely.

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“Concert, I suppose?” from the commodore, jubilantly.

“Yes. Dubussy. Don’t you adore Dubussy?” with schoolgirlish enthusiasm. Though almost sixty, she had the manners of a “just-come-out.”

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