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Title: Spring Street
A Story of Los Angeles
Author: James H. Richardson
Release Date: August 1, 2007 [EBook #22194]
Language: English
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SPRING STREET
_A STORY OF LOS ANGELES_
BY
JAMES H. RICHARDSON
Published by the Author by Special Permission of
LOS ANGELES EVENING HERALD
In Which the Story First Appeared in Serial Form
TIMES-MIRROR PRESS
Los Angeles, Calif.
1922
COPYRIGHT, 1922
BY
EVENING HERALD PUBLISHING COMPANY
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Dedicated to
MY WIFE
Who has--"watched for my unworthy sake."
FOREWORD
One day the editor stopped beside my desk and told me he wanted me to
write a novel about Los Angeles to appear in serial form. Seven weeks
later "Spring Street" was on his desk. I was assigned to write it as I
would have been assigned as a reporter to "cover" a big story.
Writing a novel to appear as a serial in a newspaper is vastly different
from writing one for publication in book form. "Spring Street" was
written primarily as a serial and is offered now as a book in response
to requests by friends and from readers of The Evening Herald.
Let me say that I lay no claim to being a novelist because I wrote
"Spring Street." I have sufficient pride in my profession to desire to
be known only as a reporter.
There are many to whom I owe thanks for their help and encouragement.
Especially am I indebted to Dr. Frank F. Barham, publisher of The
Evening Herald, and Mr. Edwin R. Collins, Mr. John B. T. Campbell and
Mr. Wesley M. Barr, its editors.
THE AUTHOR.
CHAPTER I
His father was dying.
John Gallant paced the narrow sun-baked lawn between the porch of his
home and the street.
Soon, he knew, the door would open and he would be c
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