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[Illustration: Instead she buried her face in its folds.]
TO MY FRIEND
J. DAVIS BRODHEAD
THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF DAVIS
Dick was twenty-four years old when he came into the smoking-room of
the Victoria Hotel, in London, after midnight one July night--he was
dressed as a Thames boatman.
He had been rowing up and down the river since sundown, looking for
color. He had evidently peopled every dark corner with a pirate, and
every floating object had meant something to him. He had adventure
written all over him. It was the first time I had ever seen him, and
I had never heard of him. I can't now recall another figure in that
smoke-filled room. I don't remember who introduced us--over
twenty-seven years have passed since that night. But I can see Dick
now dressed in a rough brown suit, a soft hat, with a handkerchief
about his neck, a splendid, healthy, clean-minded, gifted boy at play.
And so he always remained.
His going out of this world seemed like a boy interrupted in a game he
loved. And how well and fairly he played it! Surely no one deserved
success more than Dick. And it is a consolation to know he had more
than fifty years of just what he wanted. He had health, a great
talent, and personal charm. There never was a more loyal or unselfish
friend. There wasn't an atom of envy in him. He had unbounded mental
and physical courage, and with it all he was sensitive and sometimes
shy. He often tried to conceal these last two qualities, but never
succeeded in doing so from those of us who were privileged really to
know and love him.
His life was filled with just the sort of adventure he liked the best.
No one ever saw more wars in so many different places or got more out
of them. And it took the largest war in all history to wear out that
stout heart.
We shall miss him.
CHARLES DANA GIBSON.
CONTENTS
The First Glimpse of Davis Charles Dana Gibson
THE EXILES
THE BOY ORATOR OF ZEPATA CITY
THE OTHER WOMAN
ON THE FEVER SHIP
THE LION AND THE UNICORN
THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER
MISS DELAMAR'S UNDERSTUDY
THE REPORTER WHO MADE HIMSELF KING
ILLUSTRATIONS
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