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Barring the Way by Ralph Henry Barbour
I don’t know how she could have done it. I couldn’t have done it myself. At least, I don’t think…
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Coals of Fire by Ralph Henry Barbour
All my life I’ve lived on a barge. My father, he worked a barge from London to Tonbridge, and ‘twas…
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Grandsire Triples by Ralph Henry Barbour
I was promised to William, in a manner of speaking, close upon seven year. What I mean to say is,…
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Guilty by Ralph Henry Barbour
It was my first place and my last, and I don’t think we should have got on in business as…
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Her Marriage Lines by Ralph Henry Barbour
II had never been out to service before, and I thought it a grand thing when I got a place…
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His First Assignment by Ralph Henry Barbour
Tom Collins read again the inscription on the directory at the foot of the stairs: Room 36 City Editor and…
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McTurkle, the Band by Ralph Henry Barbour
We had had hard luck at Harvard all that fall. First Phinney, our 208-pound left guard, dislocated his shoulder in…
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One Way of Love by Ralph Henry Barbour
You don’t believe in coincidences, which is only another way of saying that all things work together for good to…
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Patsy by Ralph Henry Barbour
He made his first appearance one afternoon a week or so before the Fall Handicap Meeting. Mosher, Fosgill, Alien, Ronimus,…
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Pemberton’s Fluke by Ralph Henry Barbour
For an hour and a half Yale and Princeton had been battling on the gridiron; for an hour and a…
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