The Forerunner

by Neith Boyce

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... "I don't know exactly. But I suppose twentyfive or thirty dollars a week." "And how would you live?" "I suppose in a boarding-house. There must be plenty of cheap ones. Do you think--will there be money enough to do it?" "Oh, money--yes, I guess that can be arranged. Though there won't be a great deal to spare this winter" Anna pulled her hand away with an impatient gesture. "Well, can you spare it or not? Or don't you know? If you do, for heaven's sake say so. It's just what I can't bear--this everlasting uncertainty--I would rather go out there and live in a shanty!" "I don't think that will be necessary," said Dan more sharply. He got up and began walking the floor again, one hand thrust in his trousers'-pocket, the other still holding the cigar. Once he put the cigar in his mouth and found it had gone out, but still continued to hold it absently. His face, slightly frowning, the vertical fold between the eyebrows strongly marked, was grave and intent. Anna laughed a little. "I don't see why you take it so seriously," she cried. "It isn't such a tremendous thing." "It is serious, to me," Dan said, coming to a stop before her. "It's a serious thing to me to leave you absolutely alone in this big city, without a friend--when I'm to be a week's journey away." "I won't be without a friend," she assured him. "I shall know some people. I do know some already." "You do? Who? The O'Beirnes won't be here" "I'm not thinking about the O'Beirnes. There's"--she was about to mention Mrs. Vaughan, but recollected that she had not yet met her--"Mr. Purcell said his sister wanted to meet me, and she will be in town soon." "Are you counting on them--that crowd?" demanded Dan. "I hope not." "Well, why not?" "Because they're not our sort. They're...

76 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2009

About the author

Neith Boyce Hapgood (March 21, 1872 - Franklin, Indiana – December 2, 1951 - Richmond, New Hampshire) was a United States novelist and playwright. She married Hutchins Hapgood on June 22, 1899. Together with Susan Glaspell, George Cram Cook, and others, they founded the Provincetown Players.