as aware of the descent upon him of a fiery comet of
femininity . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

She seemed to emanate from the tiger-skin as a butterfly from the
chrysalis

A new thrill ran through the man and a new light came into his eyes.

Vast and complete was the system of notes built up by the professor and
the judge

There she sits so attentive to her book that his entrance has not
attracted her notice

Soon their heads were close together over plans

"Those red ones," said the judge, "are the very devil for showing on
black!"

"I am taking Miss Waldron home," said Mr. Amidon

_The Persons of the Story_:

FLORIAN AMIDON, a respectable young banker of literary and artistic
tastes.

EUGENE BRASSFIELD, for a description of whose peculiarities the reader
is referred to the text.

ELIZABETH WALDRON, a young woman just out of school.

JUDGE BLODGETT, an elderly lawyer.

MADAME LE CLAIRE, a professional occultist.

PROFESSOR BLATHERWICK, her father, a German scientist.

DAISY SCARLETT, a young woman of fervid complexion and a character to
match.

EDGINGTON AND COX, lawyers.

ALVORD, a man about a small town.

AARON, a Sudanese serving-man.

MRS. PUMPHREY, )
MISS SMITH, )
DOCTOR JULIA BROWN, ) Members of the elite of Bellevale.
MRS. ALVORD, )
MRS. MEYER, )

MRS. HUNTER, of Hazelhurst.

MR. SLATER, )
MR. BULLIWINKLE, ) Prominent male residents of Bellevale.
MR. STEVENS, )
MR. KNAGGS, )

SHEEHAN, ) Labor leaders.
ZALINSKY, )

CONLON, a contractor.

CLERKS, STENOGRAPHERS, SERVANTS, POLITICIANS, WAITERS, MEMBERS OF THE
A. O. C. M., PORTERS, AND CITIZENS ON FOOT AND IN CARRIAGES.

SCENE: In Hazelhurst, Wisconsin; New York City, and Bellevale,
Pennsylvania. [N. B.--It might be anywhere else in these states, east
or west.]

TIME: From June, 1896, to March, 1901--but this is not insisted upon.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

I

A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING

Deep in the Well where blushing hides the shrinking
and Naked Truth,
I have dived, and dared to fetch ensnared this Fragment
of tested Sooth;
And one of the purblind Race of Men peered with a curious Eye
Over the Curb as I fetched it forth, and besought me
to drop that Lie:
But all ye who long for Certitude, and who yearn for the
Ultimate Fact,
Who know the Truth and in spite of Ruth t