The Native Son

by Inez Haynes Gillmore

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: r saw a man and woman leaning against a fence, absorbed in conversation. Apparently they did not hear my approach; they were too deep in talk. They did not look out of the ordinary and, indeed, I should not have given them a second glance if, as I passed, I had not heard the woman say, "And did you kill anyone else?" A man told me that once early in the morning he was walking through Chinatown. There was nobody else on the street except, a little distance ahead, a child carrying a small bundle. Suddenly just as she passed, a panel in one of the houses slid open ... a hand came out . . . the child slipped the bundle into the hand . . . the hand disappeared . . . the wall panel closed up. The child trotted on as though nothing had happened . . . disappeared around the corner. When my friend reached the house, it was impossible to locate the panel. A reporter I know was leaving his home one morning when there came a ring at his telephone' "There is something wrong in apartment number blank, house number blank, on your street,'' said Central. '' Will you please go over there at once?" He went. Somehow he got into the house. Nobody answered his ring at the apartment; he had to break the door open. Inside a very beautiful girl in a gay negligee was lying dead on a couch, a bottle of poison on the floor beside her. He investigated the case. The dead girl had been in the habit of calling a certain number, and she always used a curious identifying code-phrase. The reporter investigated that number. The rest of the story is long and thrilling, but finally he ran down a group of lawbreakers who had been selling the dead girl drugs, were indirectly responsible for her suicide. Do you suppose such a ripe story could have dropped straightfrom the Tree of Life into the hand of a reporte...

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First published January 1, 1919

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[Dee · Rating 1 out of 5]

Quite likely one of the most idiotic things I have ever been told was a classic.

[Terry · Rating 1 out of 5]

A veritable textbook on hyperbole. Worse than anything that Stewart Edward White penned for the Southern Pacific Railroad's magazine of boosterism, Sunset. Just for example, Irwin writes, "I'd rather be in prison in California than free anywhere else." Well, maybe, 90 years on since she wrote that, it explains why prison guards in California are paid so well and why the Golden State is falling apart financially.