TO MY FATHER
who among all the men the writer knew in his youth was the most familiar with books; 
and who of all the men the writer has ever known has ex­emplified best the virtue of
open-handedness, this little Book is affectionately inscribed by his son,
THE AUTHOR

CHAPTERS: CHAPTER 1          CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 2          CHAPTER 11 CHAPTER 3          CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 4          CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 5          CHAPTER 14 CHAPTER 6          CHAPTER 15 CHAPTER 7          CHAPTER 16 CHAPTER 8          CHAPTER 17 CHAPTER 9

ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY W. GLACKENS Vignette. “Guess who it is?” she cried. Livingstone had to dodge for his life. Half a dozen young bodies flung themselves upon him He took the shopkeeper aside and had a little talk with him. The little form snuggled against him closer and closer. And James with sparkling eyes rolled back the folding doors. Standing in the Christmas evening light in a long avenue under swaying boughs.