Transcriber’s Notes: Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold (=bold=). Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. * * * * * Price 25 Cents SHADOWS OF A GREAT CITY A ROMANTIC STORY FOUNDED UPON L. R. SHEWELL’S PLAY OF THE SAME NAME BY GRACE MILLER WHITE [Illustration: “SAVED”] * * * * * [Illustration: “SHE MUST NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE!”] * * * * * The Shadows of a Great City. A ROMANTIC STORY Founded Upon L. R. Shewell’s Famous Play of the Same Name. BY GRACE MILLER WHITE, Author of “Driven From Home,” “Joe Welch the Peddler,” “No Wedding Bells for Her,” “Sky Farm,” “A Midnight Marriage,” “Souvenir Book of ‘Way Down East’,” “Why Women Sin,” “Human Hearts,” “A Ragged Hero,” “From Rags to Riches,” Etc., Etc. COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY C. B. JEFFERSON. NEW YORK: J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 57 ROSE STREET. * * * * * SHADOWS OF A GREAT CITY CHAPTER I. Three children were hopping among the daisies in a beautiful grove near a stone mansion covered with ivy. Their happy shouts and merry laughter filled the air until the birds in the branches twittered back from very happiness. Two boys and one little girl made up the number, and the girl was clapping her hands wildly, watching the boys as they wrestled in the grass. The larger of them brought the other down upon his face and made him admit that the match was over. “I had you foul when I wound my leg about yours,” explained he. “You cannot expect to down a big fellow like me,” and the boy straightened himself with a chuckle. The girl ceased her laughing and came forward. “Well, I don’t care, George Benson; Tom’s as good as you are any day. That’s what he is.” “Nobody said he wasn’t,” contemptuously replied the lad, “but he can’t fight.” Tom was watching George out of the corner of his eye, trying to determine whether it would be well to go at it again, when the girl spoke: “Never you mind, Tommy; you come with me, and I’ll ask papa for twenty-five cents, and then we will go to the candy store.” The boy addressed as George Benson followed Tom and the girl. “You needn’t be a tight-wad,” exclaimed he; “stingy, stingy, stingy.” “She ain’t stingy, George,” snapped Tom, “and if you say she is stingy again, I’ll knuckle your pate.” “Stingy cat Annie, stingy cat Annie,” shouted George loudly. “There now, here’s my head, you knuckle it if you dare!” With a bound Tom was up on the back of George and was rubbing the curly head with a vengeance. Back and forth they tottered upon the lawn until the girl shouted: “There, that’s enough now, Tom; just you show him that you can lick him. Now, Mr. George, if you’ll be good, you can go to the candy store with us.”