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The Vanishing of Betty Varian By Carolyn Wells

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The Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird; At sunrise often may his voice be heard As jauntily he wends his homeward way, And trills a fresh and merry roundelay. And some old, wise philosopher has said: Rise with a lark, and with a lark to bed.

The Re-Echo Club is a mystery novel written by Carolyn Wells and originally published in 1913. The story follows the members of the Re-Echo Club, a group of amateur detectives who gather to solve crimes and puzzles. When a wealthy businessman is found dead in his home, the club members take it upon themselves to investigate the murder. As they delve deeper into the case, they uncover a web of secrets and deceit that leads them to suspect everyone from the victim's family members to his business associates. Along the way, the club members must use their wits and ingenuity to solve the case before the killer strikes again. The Re-Echo Club is a classic whodunit that will keep readers guessing until the very end.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

One of Carolyn Wells' most well-known novels, The Mark of Cain is an enjoyable, intriguing read that will surely leave you glad for having picked it up.

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942. In this book: The Vanishing of Betty Varian The Curved Blades The Staying Guest The Mystery Girl The Man Who Fell Through the Earth The Mark of Cain A Chain of Evidence

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. DIFFERENT OPINIONS "Different men are of different opinions; some like apples, some like inions," sang Patty, as she swayed herself idly back and forth in the veranda swing; "but, truly-ooly, Nan," she went on, "I don't care a snipjack. I'm quite ready and willing to go to the White Mountains, -or the Blue or Pink or even Lavender Mountains, if you like." "You're willing, Patty, only because you're so good-natured and unselfish; but, really, you don't want to go one bit." "Now, Nan, I'm no poor, pale martyr, with a halo roundy-bout me noble brow. When we came down here to Spring Beach, it was understood that we were to stay here part of the summer, and then go to the mountains. And now it's the first of August and I've had my innings, so it's only fair you should have your outing." Though Patty's air was gay and careless, and Patty's tones were sincere, she was in reality making an heroic self-sacrifice, and Nan knew it. Patty loved the seashore; she had been there three months, and loved it better every day.

"Garden Steps" was one of the show-places of Merivale Park, Long Island. In summer it was an enchanting spot, and the dazzling white marble steps which led to the sunken gardens justified their right to give the place its name. Other stone steps gave on terraces and flower banks, others still led to the Italian landscape gardens, and a few rustic steps of a wooden stile transported one to an old-fashioned garden, whose larkspur and Canterbury bells were the finest of their sort. The house seemed an integral part of this setting. Its wide verandahs, or more often loggias, were so lavishly furnished with flowering plants, its windows so boxed with them, that the whole effect was that of a marvellously well-planned horticultural exhibition. But all this was of the summer. In winter-for it was an all-round-the-year home-only the varied and extraordinary collection of evergreens shared with the steps the honor of making picturesque and beautiful the view from the house windows.

Carolyn Wells (1862 -1942) was an American writer and poet. Carolyn Wells wrote a total of more than 170 books. During the first ten years of her career, she concentrated on poetry, humor and children's books. Wells also wrote for newspapers. Wells's The Clue (1909) is on the Haycraft-Queen Cornerstone list of essential mysteries.

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ Folly In Fairyland Carolyn Wells H. Altemus co., 1901 Performing Arts; Storytelling; Dreams; Fairies; Fairy tales; Fairyland (Imaginary place); Imagination; Performing Arts / Storytelling; Queens; Self-Help / Dreams; Storytelling

Excerpt from Chapter 1: The Fairfields were down at "The Pebbles," their summer home at the seashore, and Patty, who had spent much of the season in New England, had come down for a fortnight with her parents. Labour Day was early this year and the warm September sun was more like that of midsummer. The place was looking lovely, and Patty herself made a pretty picture, as she lounged in a big couch hammock on the wide veranda. She had on a white summer frock and a silk sweater of an exquisite shade of salmon pink. Her silk stockings were of the same shade, and her white pumps were immaculate. Mr. Fairfield looked at the dainty feet, hanging over the edge of the hammock, and said, teasingly, "I've heard, Patty, that there are only two kinds of women: those who have small feet, and those who wear white shoes."

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, [1] she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942 Wells had been married to Hadwin Houghton, the heir of the Houghton-Mifflin publishing empire founded by Bernard Houghton. Wells also had an impressive collection of volumes of poetry by others. She bequeathed her collection of Walt Whitman poetry, said to be one of the most important of its kind for its completeness and rarity, to the Library of Congress. Carolyn Wells wrote a total of more than 170 books. During the first ten years of her career, she concentrated on poetry, humor and children's books. According to her autobiography, The Rest of My Life (1937), it was around 1910 that she heard one of Anna Katherine Green's mystery novels being read aloud and was immediately captivated by the unravelling of the puzzle. From that point onward she devoted herself to the mystery genre. Among the most famous of her mystery novels were the Fleming Stone Detective Stories whic

The Man Who Fell Through the Earth By Carolyn Wells

"I do think waiting for a steamer is the horridest, pokiest performance in the world! You never know when they're coming, no matter how much they sight them and signal them and wireless them!" Mrs. Allen was not pettish, and she spoke half laughingly, but she was wearied with her long wait for the Mauretania, in which she expected her daughter, Nan, and, incidentally, Mr. Fairfield and Patty. "There, there, my dear," said her husband, soothingly, "I think it will soon arrive now." "I think so, too," declared Kenneth Harper, who was looking down the river through field-glasses. "I'm just sure I see that whale of a boat in the dim distance, and I think I see Patty's yellow head sticking over the bow." "Do you?" cried Mrs. Allen eagerly; "do you see Nan?" "I'm not positive that I do, but we soon shall know, for that's surely the Mauretania."

On the eve of her wedding, a beautiful heiress is found stabbed to death in the library of her mansion. A suicide note is found next to her body, but the evidence points to murder. The house had been securely locked with no sign of a break in. Suspicion falls by turns to the groom who loved another, the cousin who stands to inherit her fortune, the woman the groom loves, the murdered woman

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942. -wikipedia

Yes, that's my bag. I left it at the lace counter. Thank you. Please give it to me. What? I must prove property? Why, don't you see it's mine? That twisty silver monogram on the side is really E. C. S. That's my name, Ella C. Saunders. I told Jim I thought the letters were too wiggly to be easily read, but I never thought anybody'd want to read it but me. Describe contents? Why, of course I can describe the contents! In one pocket is a sample of lace, just Platte Val, you know, not an expensive lace, and with it-I think it's with it-is a sample of rose-colored crêpe de Chine-that is, not exactly rose-colored-sort of crushed plummish or burnt magenta-but no-come to think, I left those samples with my dressmaker. Well, anyway, there's a Subway ticket-or let me see, did I use that coming down? I believe I did! Well, there's a little memorandum card that slips in-the celluloid sort, you know. No, there's nothing written on it. I don't use it because, though they pretend you can wash them like a slate, you can't. They just smudge. What do you mean by saying I haven't told a definite thing yet? I've told you lots! Well, there's some money-I don't know how much; some chicken feed, as Jim calls it-and a five-dollar bill, I think-oh no-I paid that to the butcher.

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942. In this book: The Gold Bag The Luminous Face The Diamond Pin Vicky Van Raspberry Jam

After his son, Peter, is lost and presumed dead in the wilds of the Labrador coast, Benjamin Crane turns to spiritualism for solace and comfort. So profound is his belief in the medium, that he writes a successful book about his experiences. But when one of his son's companions on the ill fated expedition is poisoned, at least some of those surrounding him begin to question the honesty of the medium, Madame Parlato. To find the murderer, the famous detective Pennington Wise is called in and it falls to him and his unusual assistant, Zizi to solve the crime and reveal the true fate of Peter Crane.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "A bit thick, I call it," Pollard looked round the group; "here's Mellen been dead six weeks now, and the mystery of his taking-off still unsolved." "And always will be," Doctor Davenport nodded. "Mighty few murders are brought home to the villains who commit them." "Oh, I don't know," drawled Phil Barry, an artist, whose dress and demeanor coincided with the popular idea of his class. "I've no head for statistics," he went on, idly drawing caricatures on the margin of his evening paper as he talked, "but I think they say that only one-tenth of one per cent, of the murderers in this great and glorious country of ours are ever discovered." "Your head for statistics is defective, as you admit," Doctor Davenport said, his tone scornful; "but percentages mean little in these matters. The greater part of the murders committed are not brought prominently before public notice. It's only when the victim is rich or influential, or the circumstances of some especial interest that a murder occupies the front pages of the newspapers."

Ursula Pell was both wealthy and eccentric, being perhaps too fond of playing elaborate jokes on her long suffering niece and nephew. Therefore, when she was found brutally murdered in her locked study, the motive was only too obvious, the hoard of gems worth millions left to her by her late husband and which the widow Pell had hidden in a secret location. With the inheritance of the niece seemingly another one of her cruel jokes, and all the clues to her murder pointing to the nephew, Ursula Pell might well have the last laugh, unless Fleming Stone, the famous detective, can prove the innocence of the nephew and the true value of ... The Diamond Pin!

"What do you say, King, railroad smash-up or shipwreck?" "I say shipwreck, with an awfully desert island." "I say shipwreck, too," said Kitty, "but I don't want to swim ashore." "All right," agreed Marjorie, "shipwreck, then. I'll get the cocoanuts." "Me, too," chimed in Rosy Posy. "Me tumble in the wet water, too!" The speakers in this somewhat enigmatical conversation were the four Maynard children, and they were deciding on their morning's occupation. It was a gorgeous day in early September. The air, without being too cool, was just crisp enough to make one feel energetic, though indeed no special atmospheric conditions were required to make the four Maynards feel energetic. That was their normal state, and if they were specially gay and lively this morning, it was not because of the brisk, breezy day, but because they were reunited after their summer's separation.

Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942. -wikipedia