AT THE CROSSROADS
BOOKS BY |
A Little Dusky Hero |
“It might have seemed an empty house but for the appearance
of care and a curl of smoke from the chimney.”
At the Crossroads BY HARRIET T. COMSTOCK |
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FRONTISPIECE GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1922 |
COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
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INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN
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AT
THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N.Y.
AT THE CROSSROADS
AT THE CROSSROADS
The great turning points of life are often rounded unconsciously.Invisible tides hurry us on and onlywhen we are well past the curve do we realize what hashappened to us.
Brace Northrup, sitting in Doctor Manly’s office, smokingand ruminating, was not conscious of turning points or tides;he was sluggish and depressed; wallowing in the after-effectsof a serious illness.
Manly, sitting across the hearth from his late patient––hehad shoved him out of that category––regarded him fromthe viewpoint of a friend.
Manly was impressionistic in his methods of thought andexpression. Every stroke told.
The telephone had not rung for fifteen minutes but bothmen knew its potentialities and wanted to make the most ofthe silence.
“Oh! I confess,” Northrup admitted, “that my state ofgloom is due more to the fact that I cannot write than to mysickness. I’m done for!”
Manly looked at his friend