The Silent Barrier
Louis Tracy
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LOUIS TRACY
LOUIS TRACY
AUTHOR OF CYNTHIA’S CHAUFFEUR, A SON OF THE IMMORTALS, THE WINGS OF THE MORNING, ETC. Page decorations by A. W. PARSONS from photographs by THE ENGADINE PRESS...
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GROSSET & DUNLAP
GROSSET & DUNLAP
Copyright, 1908, 1911, by EDWARD J. CLODE Entered at Stationers’ Hall Ich muss—Das ist die Schrank, in welcher mich die Welt Von einer, die Natur von andrer Seite hält. Fr. Rückert : Die Weisheit des Brahmenen . [I must—That is the Barrier within which I am pent by the World on the one hand and Nature on the other.]...
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CHAPTER I
CHAPTER I
“ M ail in?” “Yes, sir; just arrived. What name?” “Charles K. Spencer.” The letter clerk seized a batch of correspondence and sorted it with nimble fingers. The form of the question told him that Spencer was interested in letters stamped for the greater part with bland presentments of bygone Presidents of the United States. In any event, he would have known, by long experience of the type, that the well dressed, straight limbed, strong faced young man on the other side of the counter was an Amer
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CHAPTER II
CHAPTER II
E xplanations of motive are apt to become tedious. They are generally inaccurate too; for who can reduce a fantasy to a formula? Nor should they ever be allowed to clip the wings of romance. But the painter who bade his subject sit under a sodium light would justly be deemed a lunatic, and any analysis of Spencer’s character drawn from his latest prank would be faulty in the extreme. In all London at that moment there was not a more level headed man of his years. He was twenty-eight, an expert m
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CHAPTER III
CHAPTER III
M ackenzie, of course, was aware that Miss Wynton would leave London by the eleven o’clock train on Thursday, and Spencer saw no harm in witnessing her departure. He found a good deal of quiet fun in noting her animated expression and businesslike air. Her whole-souled enjoyment of novel surroundings was an asset for the outlay of his two hundred pounds, and he had fully and finally excused that piece of extravagance until he caught sight of Bower strolling along the platform with the easy confi
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CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER IV
A t Coire, or Chur, as the three-tongued Swiss often term it—German being the language most in vogue in Switzerland—Helen found a cheerful looking mountain train awaiting the coming of its heavy brother from far off Calais. It was soon packed to the doors, for those Alpine valleys hum with life and movement during the closing days of July. Even in the first class carriages nearly every seat was filled in a few minutes, while pandemonium reigned in the cheaper sections. Helen, having no cumbersom
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CHAPTER V
CHAPTER V
H elen rose betimes next morning; but she found that the sun had kept an earlier tryst. Not a cloud marred a sky of dazzling blue. The phantom mist had gone with the shadows. From her bed room window she could see the whole length of the Ober-Engadin, till the view was abruptly shut off by the giant shoulders of Lagrev and Rosatch. The brilliance of the coloring was the landscape’s most astounding feature. The lakes were planes of polished turquoise, the rocks pure grays and browns and reds, the
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CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VI
B oth man and woman were far too well bred to indulge in an œillade . The knowledge that each was thinking of the other led rather to an ostentatious avoidance of anything that could be construed into any such flirtatious overture. Though Stampa’s curious statement had puzzled Helen, she soon hit on the theory that the American must have heard of the accident to her carriage. Yes, that supplied a ready explanation. No doubt he kept a sharp lookout for her on the road. He arrived at the hotel alm
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CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VII
L ater, the American saw the two sitting in the hall. They were chatting with the freedom of old friends. Helen’s animated face showed that the subject of their talk was deeply interesting. She was telling Bower of the slights inflicted on her by the other women; but Spencer interpreted her intent manner as supplying sufficient proof of a stronger emotion than mere friendliness. He was beginning to detest Bower. It was his habit to decide quickly when two ways opened before him. He soon settled
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CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER VIII
“ I t is a glorious morning. If the weather holds, your first visit to the real Alps should be memorable,” said Bower. Helen had just descended the long flight of steps in front of the hotel. A tender purple light filled the valley. The nearer hills were silhouetted boldly against a sky of primrose and pink; but the misty depths where the lake lurked beneath the pines had not yet yielded wholly to the triumph of the new day. The air had a cold life in it that invigorated while it chilled. It res
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CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER IX
T hough the hut was a crude thing, a triumph of essentials over luxuries, Helen had never before hailed four walls and a roof with such heartfelt, if silent, thanksgiving. She sank exhausted on a rough bench, and watched the matter-of-fact Engadiners unpacking the stores and firewood carried in their rucksacks. Their businesslike air supplied the tonic she needed. Though the howling storm seemed to threaten the tiny refuge with destruction, these two men set to work, coolly and methodically, to
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CHAPTER X
CHAPTER X
B arth, a good man on ice and rock, was not a genius among guides. Faced by an apparently unscalable rock wall, or lost in a wilderness of séracs, he would never guess the one way that led to success. But he was skilled in the technic of his profession, and did not make the mistake now of subjecting Helen or Spencer to the risk of an ugly fall. The air temperature had dropped from eighty degrees Fahrenheit to below freezing point. Rocks that gave safe foothold an hour earlier were now glazed wit
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CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XI
“ M illicent! You here!” Helen breathed the words in an undertone that carried more than a hint of dismay. It was one of those rare crises in life when the brain receives a presage of evil without any prior foundation of fact. Helen had every reason to welcome her friend, none to be chilled by her unexpected presence. Among a small circle of intimate acquaintances she counted Millicent Jaques the best and truest. They had drifted apart; but that was owing to Helen’s lack of means. She was not ab
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CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XII
S eldom, if ever, has a more strangely assorted party met at dinner than that which gathered in the Hotel Kursaal under the social wing of Mrs. de la Vere. Her husband, while being coached in essentials, was the first to discover its incongruities. “Where Miss Wynton is concerned, you are warned off,” his wife told him dryly. “You must console yourself with Mrs. Badminton-Smythe. She will stand anything to cut out a younger and prettier woman.” “Where do you come in, Edie?” said he; for Mrs. de
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CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIII
“ N ow, what have you to say? We are safe from meddlers here.” Bower spoke curtly. Stampa and he were halfway across the narrow strip of undulating meadow land which shut off the hotel from the village. They had followed the footpath, a busy thoroughfare bombarded with golf balls on fine mornings, but likely to be unfrequented till the snow melted. Receiving no answer, Bower glanced sharply at his companion; but the old guide might be unaware of his presence, so steadily did he trudge onward, wi
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CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XIV
M illicent was wondering how she would fare in the deep snow in boots that were never built for such a test. She was standing on the swept roadway between the hotel and the stables, and the tracks of her quarry were plainly visible. But the hope of discovering some explanation of Bower’s queer behavior was more powerful than her dread of wet feet. She was gathering her skirts daintily before taking the next step, when the two men suddenly reappeared. They had left the village and were crossing t
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CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XV
“ I t is a queer story,” said Bower. “Because it is true,” retorted Millicent. “Yet she never set eyes on the man until she met him here.” “That is rather impossible, isn’t it?” “It is a fact, nevertheless. On the day I arrived in Maloja, a letter came from the editor of ‘The Firefly,’ telling her that he had written to Spencer, whom he knew, and suggested that they should become acquainted.” “These things are easily managed,” said Millicent airily. “I accept Miss Wynton’s version.” Bower spoke
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CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVI
A sustained rapping on the inner door of the hut roused Helen from dreamless sleep. In the twilight of the mind that exists between sleeping and waking she was bewildered by the darkness, perhaps baffled by her novel surroundings. She strove to pierce the gloom with wide-open, unseeing eyes, but the voice of her guide broke the spell. “Time to get up, sigñora . The sun is on the rock, and we have a piece of bad snow to cross.” Then she remembered, and sighed. The sigh was involuntary, the half c
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CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVII
T hough Helen was the better linguist, it was left to Spencer to explain that circumstances would prevent the lady from going to Malenco that day. He did not fully understand why the men should exchange glances of darksome intelligence when he made this statement. He fancied they were disappointed at losing a good customer; so he went on brokenly: “You are in no hurry, eh? Well, then, take us across the glacier to the Aguagliouls. We should obtain a fine view from the summit, and get back to the
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GROSSET & DUNLAP’S LIST
GROSSET & DUNLAP’S LIST
A big, vital treatment of a present day situation wherein men play for big financial stakes and women flourish on the profits—or repudiate the methods. CHEERFUL AMERICANS. By Charles Battell Loomis. Illustrated by Florence Scovel Shinn and others. A good, wholesome, laughable presentation of some Americans at home and abroad, on their vacations and during their hours of relaxation. THE WOMAN OF THE WORLD. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Clever, original presentations of present day social problems and t
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The Prodigal Judge
The Prodigal Judge
  Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters’ errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author’s words and intent....
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