Produced by Donald Lainson THE WOMAN-HATERS By Joseph C. Lincoln FOREWORD (By Way of Explanation) A story of mine called, like this, “The Woman-Haters,” appeared recently in one of the magazines. That story was not this one, except in part--the part dealing with “John Brown” and Miss Ruth Graham. Readers of the former tale who perhaps imagine they know all about Seth Atkins and Mrs. Emeline Bascom will be surprised to find they really know so little. The truth is that, when I began to revise and rearrange the magazine story for publication as a book, new ideas came, grew, and developed. I discovered that I had been misinformed concerning the lightkeeper's past and present relations with the housekeeper at the bungalow. And there was “Bennie D.” whom I had overlooked, had not mentioned at all; and that rejuvenated craft, the Daisy M.; and the high tide which is, or should be, talked about in Eastboro even yet; all these I had omitted for the very good reason that I never knew of them. I have tried to be more careful this time. During the revising process “The Woman-Haters” has more than doubled in length and, let us hope, in accuracy. Even now it is, of course, not a novel, but merely a summer farce-comedy, a “yarn.” And this, by the way, is all that it pretends to be. JOSEPH C. LINCOLN. May, 1911. CONTENTS CHAPTER I.-- MR. SETH ATKINS II.-- MR. JOHN BROWN III.-- MR. BROWN PUTS IN AN APPLICATION IV.-- THE COMING OF JOB V.-- THE GOING OF JOSHUA VI.-- THE PICNIC VII.-- OUT OF THE BAG VIII.--NEIGHBORS AND WASPS IX.-- THE BUNGALOW GIRL X.-- THE BUNGALOW WOMAN XI.-- BEHIND THE SAND DUNE XII.-- THE LETTER AND THE 'PHONE XIII.--“JOHN BROWN” CHANGES HIS NAME XIV.-- “BENNIE D.” XV.-- THE VOYAGE OF THE Daisy M. XVI.-- THE EBB TIDE XVII.--WOMAN-HATERS THE WOMAN-HATERS CHAPTER I MR. SETH ATKINS The stars, like incandescent lights fed by a fast weakening dynamo, grew pale, faded, and, one by one, went out. The slate-colored sea, with its tumbling waves, changed color, becoming a light gray, then a faint blue, and, as the red sun rolled up over the edge of the eastern horizon, a brilliant sapphire, trimmed with a silver white on the shoals and along the beach at the foot of the bluff.