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THE LAND OF JOY
THE LAND OF
JOY
_By_
RALPH HENRY BARBOUR
Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way;
The land of joy lies all before his eyes.――_Butler._
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1903
Copyright, 1903, by
Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright, 1903, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
Published May, 1903
For My Wife
CONTENTS
PAGE
CHAPTER I 3
CHAPTER II 18
CHAPTER III 33
CHAPTER IV 49
CHAPTER V 66
CHAPTER VI 86
CHAPTER VII 103
CHAPTER VIII 114
CHAPTER IX 131
CHAPTER X 149
CHAPTER XI 163
CHAPTER XII 185
CHAPTER XIII 198
CHAPTER XIV 216
CHAPTER XV 235
CHAPTER XVI 247
CHAPTER XVII 263
CHAPTER XVIII 280
CHAPTER XIX 300
CHAPTER XX 315
CHAPTER XXI 332
CHAPTER XXII 351
CHAPTER XXIII 367
CHAPTER XXIV 376
CHAPTER XXV 396
CHAPTER XXVI 408
THE LAND OF JOY
CHAPTER I
John North unlocked the door and threw it open. The study was in
semi-darkness and filled with the accumulated heat and fust of the
summer. Ghostlike objects took shape before him and resolved themselves
into chairs and couches and tables draped with sheets or, as in the
case of the low book-shelves, hidden beneath yellowing folds of
newspapers. The windows were closed and the shades drawn. At the side
casements the afternoon sunlight made hot, buff oblongs on the curtains.
He crossed the room impatiently, overturning on the way a waste-basket
and sending its contents――old books, battered golf-balls, brass
curtain-rings, a broken meerschaum pipe, crumpled letters and
invitations dating back to class day――rolling over the rug and beneath
the big table. With mutterings of disgust he sent the front windows
crashing upward, letting in a rush of fresher air, moist from the
newly sprinkled pavement below. At the side casements, however, he drew
down the shades again, for Dunster Street was as full of heat and glare
as an Arizona cañon.
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