E-text prepared by Audrey Longhurst and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 16090-h.htm or 16090-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/6/0/9/16090/16090-h/16090-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/6/0/9/16090/16090-h.zip) The Novels and Stories of Richard Harding Davis THE EXILES AND OTHER STORIES by RICHARD HARDING DAVIS With an Introduction by Charles Dana Gibson Illustrated NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1919 "The Exiles" and "The Boy Orator of Zepata City" from "The Exiles," copyright, 1894, by HARPER & BROTHERS. "The Other Woman" from "Gallagher," copyright, 1891, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS; "On the Fever Ship," "The Lion and the Unicorn," and "The Last Ride Together" from "The Lion and the Unicorn," copyright, 1899, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS; "Miss Delamar's Understudy" from "Cinderella," copyright, 1896, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS; "The Reporter Who Made Himself King" from "Stories for Boys," copyright, 1891, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS. [Illustration: Instead she buried her face in its folds.] TO MY FRIEND J. DAVIS BRODHEAD THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF DAVIS Dick was twenty-four years old when he came into the smoking-room of the Victoria Hotel, in London, after midnight one July night--he was dressed as a Thames boatman. He had been rowing up and down the river since sundown, looking for color. He had evidently peopled every dark corner with a pirate, and every floating object had meant something to him. He had adventure written all over him. It was the first time I had ever seen him, and I had never heard of him. I can't now recall another figure in that smoke-filled room. I don't remember who introduced us--over twenty-seven years have passed since that night. But I can see Dick now dressed in a rough brown suit, a soft hat, with a handkerchief about his neck, a splendid, healthy, clean-minded, gifted boy at play. And so he always remained. His going out of this world seemed like a boy interrupted in a game he loved. And how well and fairly he played it! Surely no one deserved success more than Dick. And it is a consolation to know he had more than fifty years of just what he wanted. He had health, a great talent, and personal charm. There never was a more loyal or unselfish friend. There wasn't an atom of envy in him. He had unbounded mental and physical courage, and with it all he was sensitive and sometimes shy. He often tried to conceal these last two qualities, but never succeeded in doing so from those of us who were privileged really to know and love him. His life was filled with just the sort of adventure he liked the best. No one ever saw more wars in so many different places or got more out of them. And it took the largest war in all history to wear out that stout heart. We shall miss him.