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O. Henry 
 Papers 
 
 DOUBLEDAY, 
 
 PAGE & Co. 
 
O. HENRY 
 
 PAPERS 
 
 CONTAINING SOME SKETCHES 
 
 OF HIS LIFE TOGETHER WITH 
 
 AN ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO 
 
 HIS COMPLETE WORKS 
 
 THE NEW REVISED EDITION 
 
 Published at 
 Country Life Press 
 
 DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 
 GARDEN CITY NEW YORK 
 
The last photograph of O. Henry, taken by W. M. Vander- 
 weyde (New York) in 1909 
 
O. HENRY 
 
 (Died June 5, 1910) 
 
 Five years . ... the pencil and the yellow pad 
 Are laid away. Our changes run so swift 
 That many newer pinnacles now lift 
 Above the old four million he made glad. 
 But still the heart of his well-beloved Bagdad 
 Upon-the-Subway is to him renewed. 
 He knew, beneath her harmless platitude, 
 The gentler secrets that the shopgirl had. 
 
 They mark the house on Irving Place FOR SALE; 
 Disrupt the Union Square that once he knew, 
 And necklace our Broadway with brighter lights; 
 But where the pencil that can tell his tale? 
 Or hands to write, as his alone could do, 
 The stories of our Cabarabian Nights? 
 
 CHRISTOPHER MORLEY 
 
 (Courtesy of the X. Y. Evening Post) 
 
 INTRODUCTORY NOTE 
 
 THIS book is a collection, an assembly, gathered 
 from many sources of the most intimate and 
 significant of the O. Henry memoirs. They 
 will give a glimpse of the little known life of Sydney 
 Porter, and the alphabetical index will be a convenient 
 guide to his works. 
 
 <! The authoritative "O. Henry Biography," by Pro 
 fessor C. Alphonso Smith of the United States Naval 
 Academy was published in 1916. Many years earlier the 
 plans for this book were laid by Harry Peyton Steger, a 
 friend of Sydney Porter s who visited, in 1912, every 
 haunt of O. Henry in the South and brought to light 
 
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a quantity of the dijecta membra of O. Henry s early 
 literary efforts. These were later collected in the 
 volume called " Rolling Stones." 
 
 <I Steger s faith in the ultimate position which O. 
 Henry would occupy in American literature was of the 
 type which moves mountains. He was an indefatig 
 able worker for the spread of O. Henry s fame after he 
 died, and probably did more than any other individual 
 to lay the foundations of O. Henry s popularity. 
 
 <I The following article by George MacAdam, O. 
 Henry s only interviewer, is new material, now printed 
 in full for the first time. The sketches by Mr. Arthur 
 Page and Richard Duffy, which follow, are reprinted 
 through the courtesy of the authors and the editors of 
 The Bookman, in which they originally appeared with 
 illustrations. 
 
 9 An acknowledgment of gratitude is made to E. F. 
 Saxton, the editor and compiler of the first O. Henry 
 Index. 
 
O. HENRY S 
 ONLY AUTOBIOGRAPHIA 
 
 BY GEORGE MAcADAM 
 
 (The following article was written for The New York Times Book 
 Review and Magazine. Owing to the limitations of newspaper space, a 
 considerable portion, including some of the 0. Henry interview, was 
 deleted from the article as published in the issue of August 6, 1922. The 
 article and the unique interview are here published in full. None of the 
 material was gathered from second-band sources: the third-person inci 
 dents were related to Mr. MacAdam by the individuals concerned 
 "Bob" Davis, Peyton Steger, Will Irwin, and "John Drew," the bar 
 tender.) 
 
 SOMEBODY has again raised the question where the late_\Villiam Syd 
 ney. Porter got his pen name, O. Henry; and various conjectures have 
 been made, running from Osian Henry, a French pharmaceutical 
 writer, who always signed himself O. Henry, to a Texas cowboy song 
 " Root, Hog, or Die," the second line of the tenth verse of which runs, 
 "Saying, Henry, O Henry, what sentence have you got? " 
 
 In the only bit of autobiographia that this reserved, almost taci 
 turn, man left he himself has told us how he took his pen name. This 
 interesting chronicle has been completely overlooked, forgotten, 
 buried as it is in that vast mortuary, the back files of a metropolitan 
 newspaper. 
 
 Throughout his whole career O. Henry gave but one interview, and 
 in that interview he talked not without a certain depreciatory 
 interjection of whimsicality of himself, of his life, his work. It was 
 my privilege to be the interviewer, the result being published in the 
 New York Sunday Times of April 4, 1909. Not only was I very care 
 ful to make copious notes so that 1 could report O. Henry verbatim 
 a precaution that provoked a characteristic protest; but O. Henry, 
 before granting the interview, had imposed the condition that he see 
 
the product before publication. I accordingly carried the galley 
 proofs to him. Ink-bottle uncorked, pen in hand, he read them 
 through very slowly, very carefully. Then he began at the beginning 
 and read them through again. His pen still undipped, no corrections 
 made in the proofs, he handed them back, his only remark being, 
 "You seem to have got me." And though we adjourned from his 
 apartment in the Caledonia to "a quiet little place" just down the 
 street, one of his favorite stopping places, and there had talk and other 
 things, O. Henry did not say another word about the interview an 
 unusual thing in people who are about to see their personalities bloom 
 in print. 
 
 As a matter of fact, O. Henry did not want to be interviewed. A 
 natural reserve, a jealousy of his own privacy, combined with a keen 
 sense of humor, made him shrink from talking about himself for the 
 entertainment of the public. 
 
 Despite the fact that for a number of years he had been one of 
 America s most popular short story writers, he had resolutely kept 
 himself invisible behind a pen name. Gradually it leaked out that 
 O. Henry in everyday life was William Sydney Porter. Then, after 
 long-continued importunity from his editors, he finally permitted 
 the publication of his photograph. But the story of himself his 
 whence and his how this teller of tales had refused to relate. Even 
 
 (to the inquiries of that mildly inquisitive publication, "Who s Who 
 in America," which wants but the barest skeleton of a celebrity s 
 life, he remained mum. 
 The public s appetite for personalities, however, is not a thing that 
 can be quietly waved to one side. "Who is this man O. Henry," it 
 asked, "who is delighting us with his short stories? What kind of a 
 life has he led to know so much of the under side of things? Tell us, 
 O newspapers! tell us of it." 
 
 And so the paragraphers got busy. If the real O. Henry persisted 
 in living in quiet retirement, why, then, an O. Henry would be pieced 
 together out of magnified bits of gossip, anecdotes that had been re 
 told by a friend of a friend of the author. Needless to say, the figure 
 thus created was a romantic one romantic now that he was success 
 ful, had money in his pocket, acquired a white shirt and collar and 
 become "one of us," but a figure that scarce "one of us" would find 
 romantic or choose for a companion back in the unwashed days. 
 This O. Henry of anecdote had passed through all the down-at-the- 
 
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heel occupations, tramp, tintype artist, sheep herder, book agent, 
 penny-a-liner, hard-luck prospector, cowboy, and ineffectual mer 
 chant; and then, suddenly, as it happens in fairy tales (this was before 
 the day of the movies) he had burst into print and become one of the 
 popular authors of the day. 
 
 Why did he make an exception to this hard-and-fast rule and give 
 this one interview? 
 
 For answer I must begin by calling attention to the fact that 
 O. Henry was a bohemian by instinct, and unlike most of that vaga 
 bond sect, even those famed exemplars of bohemianism, Marcel and 
 Rodolphe he remained a bohemian after artistic and financial 
 success had been achieved. 
 
 To find another like him one must leave these times, when Pegasus 
 works in harness and, like a hack horse, has his prescribed hours of 
 labor, his prescribed amount of daily toil. One must go back to old 
 Grub Street. Oliver Goldsmith was perhaps his nearest kin tempera 
 mentally; irresponsible, careless of time and money, loving the men 
 and women who are at the bottom of the social heap. 
 
 Carelessness with money was one of the great handicaps of O. 
 Henry s life. It slipped through his pockets as though they were 
 sieves. One of the best paid of America s short story writers of that 
 day, receiving Syoo and S8oo a story, he was always hard up, always 
 getting advances from editors and publishers, always writing against 
 an empty purse. 
 
 Where did his money go? 
 
 One of his friends, who asked that his name be not published, told 
 me: "Any one who looked like an under-dog could always touch 
 O. Henry. He couldn t bear to see any one who seemed to be in 
 want. Why I ve seen him give a five-dollar bill to a hungry-eyed 
 sandwich-board man. Has-beens appealed just as strongly to his 
 sympathy. Down-at-the-heel actors, writers and artists could 
 always get a loan, as he insisted upon calling it." 
 
 I have already mentioned that "quiet little place" just down the 
 street from the Caledonia, whither O. Henry and I adjourned after 
 the proofs of the interview had been duly scrutinized. The inspira- 
 tory sap was presided over by two members of the white-jacketed 
 brotherhood, whom O. Henry, because of a hypothetical resemblance, 
 had rechristened Robert Lorraine and John Drew. A few days after 
 the author s death, about a year later, I again entered those swinging 
 
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doors. "John Drew" was behind the bar, and our talk was of 
 O. Henry. 
 
 "He used to drop in pretty regularly about 10 o clock every morn 
 ing. Sazerac cocktail was his favorite drink. Some days the tele 
 phone bell would ring and he would tell me to send over to his rooms 
 a bottle of Scotch. Then 1 knew that he was writing. But I never 
 saw him drink Scotch at the bar. 
 
 "He was always very quiet; I never heard him make a joke or a 
 funny crack. He was distant with strangers. With the exception 
 of a few friends who occasionally came in with him, I never saw him 
 get into conversation with any one. But he was always listening and 
 watching. 
 
 "He had a heart like that" (indicating with his hands the size 
 of a big pumpkin). "If he had $10 he d give it to you, and then 
 perhaps come over and borrow a half- dollar from me. He was always 
 helping some of the boys out, and never a come-back. I ve heard 
 that from lots of people." 
 
 Before we leave this barroom a scrap of conversation should be 
 retold which, as through a knot-hole of whimsicality, gives us a 
 glimpse of O. Henry s opinion on The Great Question. He and 
 Peyton Steger were standing there one midnight, foot on brass rail, 
 elbow on mahogany, when Steger asked: 
 
 "What do you think about the hereafter?" 
 
 Said O. Henry: 
 
 "I had a little dog, 
 And his name was Rover. 
 And when he died 
 He died all over." 
 
 Then he changed the subject. 
 
 It was doubtless through his open-handed, unquestioning gener 
 osity that a considerable part of his money dribbled away. Reckon 
 ing must also be made with his happy-go-lucky, improvident spirit. 
 The letters that he wrote to his editors and publishers tell an eloquent 
 story of this side of his nature. 
 
 Robert H. Davis, known to newspaper men and writers as "Bob" 
 Davis of the Munsey Company, has very kindly permitted me to use 
 seven of the sixty-odd letters that O. Henry wrote to him as a friend 
 and purchasing editor. This being a gossip for lovers of O. Henry, I 
 
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am sure that I ll be pardoned if 1 digress to tell how Mr. Davis un 
 earthed the author at the Hotel Marty, and how the latter was hired 
 and fired by the New York World. 
 
 In 1903 F. L. H. Noble was Sunday editor of The World. Mr. Davis 
 was on the staff. A few of O. Henry s stories had appeared in mag 
 azines, particularly in Ainslee s, which was then edited by Oilman Hall. 
 
 Mr. Davis s story follows: 
 
 "The Sunday editor gave me this assignment: Go out and locate 
 this man O. Henry. He s got a breezy, snappy style that I like. I 
 want to get him to write introductions to our Sunday stories. Offer 
 him $40 a week. If that doesn t do the trick, jump to $50. The 
 limit is S6o. 
 
 " 1 heard that the author was living in a lodging or boarding house 
 in West Twenty-fourth Street. That was as near as I could get to a 
 definite address. I concluded that that portion of West Twenty- 
 fourth Street occupied (at that time) by boarding houses, pensions 
 and Italian restaurants, lying between Sixth Avenue and Broadway, 
 offered the best hunting ground; and I accordingly began a complete 
 survey of every structure that seemed open to the transient world. 
 Through the courtesy of some landlords and the discourtesy of a few 
 slaveys, I managed to comb four buildings without results. The 
 fifth happened to be the Hotel Marty. The proprietor was an 
 Italian. I asked him if he had an O. Henry or a Sydney Porter 
 occupying a room in his hospitable inn. Neither name seemed to 
 mean anything to him. He did, however, suggest that I might go 
 through the house and investigate. 
 
 " I began on the top story. None of the tenants was in. On the 
 next story, that is to say the fourth from the ground floor, from hall- 
 bedroom Number 7, in response to my bombardment, I received a 
 cheerful invitation to enter. It was a very small room facing on the 
 usual handsome air-shaft. In spite of the dim light I was able to 
 make out a rather corpulent figure in shirt sleeves, suspenders down, 
 seated beside a wash-stand upon which sat a huge bowl containing 
 perhaps five pounds of cracked ice in which reposed half a dozen fine 
 Bartlett pears. The figure rose with considerable dignity and with 
 a low gesture said: Come in, Mister. 
 
 " I entered and closed the door. 
 
 "I am looking, said I, for Mr. Sydney Porter, otherwise O. 
 Henry. 
 
" 1 am both, said he. Sit down. Have some fruit. It is nice 
 and cool. I suffer like hell in New York from the heat. He wiped 
 the perspiration from his brow. What can I do for you? 
 
 ""I seized a Bartlett and slew it with the skin on. 
 ! "I have a proposition to make. 
 
 "He fixed his luminous blue eyes upon me and cupped his left 
 ear with his hand. There was something about his demeanor that 
 suggested the utter absurdity of traffic. 
 
 "In fact I have three propositions, I continued. But I shall 
 make the last one first. 
 
 " I took two more bites out of the Bartlett for purposes of concen 
 tration and then fired the shot. 
 
 "The New York World authorizes me to offer you $60 a week to 
 write introductions varying from 300 to 700 words in length, for 
 special features appearing in the Sunday issue. 
 
 " If this last proposition is the best, said he, gazing out into the 
 air-shaft much in the same manner as the Prisoner of Chillon catching 
 a glimpse of Lake Geneva, you needn t make the other two. I 
 accept your proposition. Moreover, Mister, you can have the 
 balance of the pears. 
 
 "The whole transaction was completed in less than five minutes. 
 To commemorate the operation, Porter hastily got into his coat and 
 vest, and we withdrew to the basement of the Marty where, in spite 
 of the humidity and the absurdity of the noon hour, we had a full- 
 course Italian dinner, including a quart of imported wine, which 
 lasted until 2:30 p. M. 
 
 "Within the next few days I turned over to him proofs of six or 
 eight Sunday World stories, for which he wrote brilliant introductions. 
 The following week he left the Hotel Marty and took an apartment 
 in the neighborhood of Irving Place. Thereafter the proofs were 
 sent to him once a week and returned to the office within 24 hours. 
 Some of the material did not appeal to him, and he said that he would 
 rather not prepare an introduction to something that did not interest 
 him. This, however, was not frequent. 
 
 " Mr. Noble subsequently retired from the editorship of the Sunday 
 World, and was succeeded by the late Colonel Caleb Van Hamm, 
 who asked me: Who s this man Porter? I explained that he was 
 one of Mr. Noble s selections and that his rate was $60 a week for such 
 introductions as Mr. Noble required. 
 
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"Mr. Van Hamm uttered one brilliant, laconic sentence: Can 
 him. 
 
 " I conveyed as gently as possible to O. Henry the information that 
 his introductions were unsatisfactory. He seemed to be very much 
 pleased. Subsequently he made a connection with the Evening 
 World, in the columns of which appeared some of his best short 
 fiction, the stories that were gathered in the volume The Four 
 Million. 
 
 "Meanwhile, I had left The World and joined the Munsey organ 
 ization. I had not been there long before I placed O. Henry under a 
 five-year contract to submit first to Munsey s Magazine all of his 
 fiction." 
 
 It was in the course of this relationship that O. Henry wrote the 
 following letters to Mr. Davis, whose first name you will remember is 
 Robert: 
 
 Thursday 
 DEAR OLD BILL: 
 
 At last I have hove anchor at Waverly Place, and have an 
 address to give you. I am in Oilman Hall s apartment, and can 
 now continue to turn out the old blown-in-the-bottle brand of 
 fiction. 
 
 I am a man of damn few words. I want $125 (don t read 
 that a dollar and a quarter). That in addition to the $i 50 that I 
 screwed out of Merwin during your absence will make a total of 
 $275, which will be more than covered by the moral and enter 
 taining tale that I hereby agree to have finished and delivered to 
 you all by 10:30 A. M. Monday, Aug. 27, or perhaps earlier. 
 
 Pursue the liberal policy, and get the best stuff. 
 
 Personally and officially I greet you and make obeisance. 
 
 Consistently, 
 
 BILL THE BEDOUIN 
 
 P.S. I want the dough, not a check (but a check will do) by the 
 bearer, or else a few well-chosen words of refusal. 
 
 Thursday 
 DEAR BILL: 
 
 Will you be nice enough to let me go over the proofs of all my 
 stories before they are published? The printer, with his usual 
 helfiredness, seems always to butcher the meaning by setting up 
 words that do not appear in the MS. Also please kill your proof 
 reader. 
 
 Hoping, etc., yours, 
 
 O. H. 
 
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DEAR BILL: 
 
 Here she are. I reckon you or some intelligent person in the 
 office can tell where the patches fit. If you don t like the new 
 title say so. There are others. 
 
 Fulsomely, 
 
 WILLIE 
 
 MON CHER BILL: 
 
 Can you raise the immediate goods for this, and once more 
 rescue little Ruby from certain death? 
 
 The big story will be handed in Monday for you to try on the 
 piano. From next week on I ll show you a story every week. 
 I m going to make some of the best samples of 2,000 and 2,500 
 word stuff that s possible. That s the length that counts. 
 
 I m feeling fine, and hope these few lines will say, don t forget 
 to send the $25. 
 
 Don t do it if you refuse to do it. 
 
 Yours ever, 
 
 O. H. 
 
 HELLO, MR. BILL: Saturday 
 
 Say a fool and his money, etc. 
 
 Is there anything doing for about $49.98 to-day for the purpose 
 of purchasing things offered for sale in the marts? I had to send 
 most all of that stuff abroad that you gimme the other day. 
 
 Don t press the matter if it seems out of order. I ll be even 
 and ahead of the game pretty soon. There will come to you on 
 Monday the new story. 
 
 Greetings and undying veneration in either case. 
 
 O. H. 
 
 DEAR BILL: Monday 
 
 Herewith submitted one MS. Have another one ready to 
 
 typewrite, which you can read to-morrow. 
 
 Give the full speed ahead signal and whoop them through, pro 
 
 or con. Great business. The mill is grinding at the old gait. 
 
 Yours, 
 
 BILL2D 
 
 DEAR MISTER: Monday 
 
 Would you put a tail on this kite for me again? She will fly 
 on the date advertised. Please send the cash if you ve got it on 
 hand. 
 
 Say the story will be brought to you by me on WEDNES 
 DAY. It will be an all right one. 
 
 Hoping, etc., and yours truly, 
 
 O. H. 
 
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These rollicking, tomfoolery letters do not prepare one for the con 
 fession that O. Henry once made to Mr. Davis. 
 
 "When he was at the height of his success, he said to me: 
 
 " I m a failure. I always have the feeling that I want to get back 
 somewhere, but I don t know just where it is. 
 
 "My stories? No, they don t satisfy me. I see them in print 
 and I wonder why people like them. I wait till they come out in 
 book form, hoping that they may look better to me then. But they 
 don t. It depresses me to have people point me out or introduce me 
 as "a celebrated author." It seems such a big label for such picayune 
 goods. 
 
 "Sometimes I feel that I d like to get into some business; perhaps 
 some clerkship; some place where I could see that I was doing some 
 thing tangible, something worth while. " 
 
 Will a gossip be pardoned another digression? One of O. Henry s 
 few intimates was Will Irwin. One evening he went with Irwin and 
 Gelett Burgess to a chafing-dish supper in an artist s studio. 
 
 "You remember," said Mr. Irwin in telling the incident to me, 
 " Burgess Lines to a Purple Cow. They became famous throughout 
 the country, and Burgess, much to his disgust, was always pointed out 
 and spoken of as the author of A Purple Cow. It was not until he 
 wrote his Bromidiom Theory that this hoodoo was lifted. 
 
 " Burgess got to hate those lines, and I only saw him laugh once 
 at any reference to them. It happened on the evening I m telling 
 you of. O. Henry had been put to work beating eggs. For ten 
 minutes he beat, patiently, silently. Then he began: 
 
 " I never beat a rotten egg, 
 I never hope to beat one. 
 But I can tell you anyhow, 
 I d rather beat than eat one. 
 
 " It s a bromidiom to say of a big man that you would never per 
 ceive it from meeting him," continued Mr. Irwin. "Superficially, 
 that was true of O. Henry. For on the surface he was a silent, a shy 
 man. His favorite diversion, he use to say, was to sit around a table 
 where three or four pleasant people were gathered together, and be 
 free from any worry about food and drink, and just listen. He had 
 the faculty of sitting perfectly silent and yet of stimulating the talk 
 rather than deadening it. And about once in ten minutes he would 
 
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throw in a remark, delivered in his low, apologetic Southern voice, 
 which went straight to the heart of the thing. 
 
 "It was then, I suppose, that a clever stranger would have recog 
 nized a big man in this suppressed, middle-aged person who sat so 
 quietly in the corner and was yet the head of every table at which 
 he sat. 
 
 " He was one of the three or four in this generation no more who 
 generate stories spontaneously, who see the life about them in story 
 form. When the mood was on him he would look through a cafe 
 window at a cab and flash ! would come a story. But composition was 
 with him a fearful labor a proof that easy writing is very hard reading. 
 
 "As an editor I was waiting for a story which he was under contract 
 to deliver. On the last possible day I went down to his workshop to get 
 it. He was still at work on a pad of ruled yellow copy paper. I waited 
 all the morning, reading a newspaper in a corner, while he finished it. 
 
 "The story seemed to come at the rate of about one short sentence 
 in a quarter of an hour. He would run his hands through his hair, 
 gaze at the ceiling, bite his pencil, put down three words, sit like a 
 rock gazing at the wall, put down three words more. 
 
 "I grew tired from sympathy as I watched him over my news 
 paper. 
 
 "People have told me that Porter was lazy. Judging from the 
 amount of stuff he published and the rate at which he turned it out, 
 I should call him one of the most industrious literary workers of his 
 time. Every man to his tools. Porter s conception was a flashing 
 sabre, his execution a delving spade." 
 
 It is questionable if Mr. Irwin is justified in his conclusion that 
 "composition was with him (O. Henry) a fearful labor;" it is a 
 question if he has not leaped from the particular to the general. In 
 his talk with me, O. Henry said that he got "dry spells, " that some 
 times he couldn t "turn out a thing for three months." "Dry 
 spells" are no respecters of contracts. Only the writer who suffers 
 from these periods of mental aridity and who has had to pump out 
 a story in the midst of one of them, can properly sympathize with O. 
 Henry as he squeezed out that story, one short sentence to the 
 quarter-hour. Such travail is bad enough in solitude, but with one s 
 editor sitting in a corner, watching over his newspaper, waiting all 
 morning for copy ! the good Lord deliver us from such a slow fly- 
 and-spider game! 
 
During the last years of the author s life, Peyton Steger of Double- 
 day, Page & Co., who had become his publishers, acted as his book 
 keeper, banker, and general financial guardian. Some months before 
 his death he disappeared from his rooms in the Caledonia. A few 
 days later Mr. Steger was called to the telephone. O. Henry was at 
 the other end of the wire. 
 
 "Hello, hello. That you, Cul nel? Say, I ve got to have $58.14 
 at 1 1 120 to-morrow morning." 
 
 The exactness of the amount and of the time did not surprise the 
 hearer; specifying sums to the penny (usually 14) and the hour of 
 need to the minute were two habits of O. Henry. 
 
 "Well, I ll see if I can fix you. But where in thunder are you?" 
 
 "I ve taken quarters in the Chelsea. Come and see me." 
 
 A work table, a chair, a bed, and O. Henry were discovered occupy 
 ing a six-room apartment in the Chelsea. The author was in a blue 
 dressing gown. 
 
 "Excuse my negligee. My clothes are out being pressed." 
 
 "But what are you doing here?" 
 
 "Why, I owed them so much at the Caledonia that [it got on my 
 mind and I couldn t work there. So I ve taken these rooms." 
 
 "Of course you ve given up your rooms at the Caledonia?" 
 
 "Oh, no. I ve got these, too. I just wanted temporarily to get 
 out of the atmosphere of indebtedness. As soon as I get a little 
 ahead I ll square up and move back." 
 
 Now it so happens that publishers have a firm belief (enthusiasti 
 cally shared by most authors) that publicity is a mighty fine thing. 
 Mr. Steger concluded that an O. Henry interview would be ideal 
 publicity for O. Henry s books, and finally persuaded the author to 
 promise to submit to an interview. 
 
 Six weeks, however, elapsed before Mr. Steger succeeded in bring 
 ing author and interviewer together, O. Henry using all the old 
 dodges "out," "previous engagement," "up to the ears in work," 
 etc. Despairing of making an engagement, Mr. Steger one afternoon, 
 first ascertaining over the telephone that the quarry was in his apart 
 ment at the Caledonia, led me thither, pointed out the door, and re 
 vealed the countersign, one loud knock followed by two quick taps. 
 This was the author s appointed signal that Desirables were without. 
 
 O. Henry himself opened the door. 
 
 "I ve been trailing you for over a month." 
 
 IS 
 
"I know you have." The author subsided into his easy chair. 
 "What is it you want me to talk about?" 
 
 "Yourself." 
 
 "No, no. It s got to be something more stimulating than that. 
 Ask me what I think about Shakespeare. Go on. I m in the atti 
 tude." He assumed the attitude of an author in deep thought, 
 pressing a hand against his brow as though to quiet its dynamic 
 throbbings. 
 
 Producing a pencil and several sheets of paper folded to an unob 
 trusive size, I began to make a note, but O. Henry stopped me. 
 
 " If you want a man to talk, whatever else you do, don t flash a 
 pencil and notebook; either he will shut up or become a Hall Caine." 
 
 I concluded that it was safe to take a chance on O. Henry becoming 
 a Hall Caine, and clung to my pencil and notepaper. 
 
 "Let me ask you a question. Are you going to draw a pen picture 
 of me?" 
 
 1 admitted that I might make the attempt. 
 
 O. Henry apparently dreaded the florid phrases that compose the 
 usual pen picture and wanted to give them a cold douche. 
 
 "Then let me ask you to say that I look like a healthy butcher, 
 just that, and no adornments." 
 
 (The reader may be interested in seeing the "pen picture" that was 
 printed with the original interview, for, being included in the sub 
 mitted proofs, it was read by O. Henry and passed by him without 
 correction or comment. 
 
 I can heartily subscribe to the adjective but not to the noun 
 in O. Henry s phrase of self-portraiture. He surely does look 
 "healthy" short, stocky, broad-shouldered, ruddy-faced, clear- 
 eyed, and none of his hair missing. He has none of the wan 
 intellectuality, none of the pale aestheticisms that are con 
 ventional parts of the make-up of the literary lions that disport 
 themselves at afternoon tea parties. One can readily see that he 
 is the natural father of "the moral reflection that life is made up ^ 
 of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating," which if. 
 moral reflection is culled from "The Gift of the Magi" and is the % 
 thread upon which most of his stories are strung. 
 
 One more "aside." O. Henry has a way of smiling with both 
 mouth and eyes when he says something that you are quite sure 
 is the truth, and of looking solemnly straight-faced when he says 
 something that you more than half suspect is josh. This is 
 offered as a possible key to the interview.) 
 
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"You were about to remark about yourself," I suggested, trying to 
 get O. Henry started. 
 
 "Just this much: A lot of stories have been printed about me, and 
 none of them is true. It s been said that I was once a cattle thief. 
 The nearest I ever got to that distinction was going down on a 
 friend s ranch to learn the cattle-raising business. Another srory is 
 that I ve been a miner. I never saw a mine in my life. Then there s 
 the yarn that I was a tintype artist. So far as this is concerned, I 
 must admit that I once had a tintype taken with my arm draped 
 gracefully over a lady s shoulder. 
 
 "Then there is that infernal newspaper over in Pittsburgh that 
 printed the story that when I first began to write I blew into its 
 office, looking like a tramp, offered manuscripts for sale, and before 
 blowing out again borrowed a dollar. That story is an embroidered 
 fib. Why, I was the best dressed man in the office unless it was the 
 editor, whose shoes were a little more pointed than mine. 
 
 " It was a year after the story was printed before I saw it. Then I 
 made a special trip over to Pittsburgh. I sent in my card to the 
 editor. 
 
 " Sir, said I when I at last found myself face-to-face with this 
 libeller of my solvency, Sir, I have come over to lick you. 
 
 "But wasn t it a bully good story? asked the editor. 
 
 " I admitted that it was, and instead of licking him we went out 
 and lunched together. 
 
 "No, Sir, all stories to the contrary notwithstanding, there never 
 was a time that I couldn t dig down into my pocket and find corn 
 therein; I never rode a mile unless it was in a Pullman." 
 
 "All that you have said so far about yourself is of a negative 
 character the things that you were not; now won t you tell some of 
 the things that you have been?" 
 
 "Well, I was born that is a good point to start at in Greensboro, 
 N. C." 
 
 "How old, if it s not too delicate a question?" 
 
 "Let me see: I was born in 1867." The author produced a pencil 
 and figured on a scrap of paper. "That makes me 42, almost 43 years 
 old, but put it down 42. As for my ancestors, some of them were 
 Governors of the State." 
 
 " Did you go to college?" 
 
 "No; that is one handicap that I went into this work of writing 
 
without. I went to Texas when I was quite a youngster. Delicacy 
 of health and not of purse was the cause of this trip. I spent two and 
 a half years on the ranch of Lee Hall, the famous ranger. He was a 
 friend of my family s, and I was a guest at his ranch. 1 was studying 
 the cattle business, with the idea of taking it up. Then it quit 
 raining; the pastures dried up; and I quit the cattle and sheep raising 
 business. That s the nearest I ever came to being a cowboy or sheep 
 herder." 
 
 "Then what did you do?" I asked, for O. Henry had lapsed into 
 silence as though his whole story were told. 
 
 "Why, then I got a job on the Houston Post, I had a daily 
 column, for which I received $15 a week. Within two weeks my 
 salary was jumped $5, and two weeks later it was raised to $25 a week. 
 That impressed me as quite munificent. But the editor said to me 
 one day: My boy, within five years you ll be earning a hundred 
 dollars a week on a New York newspaper. 
 
 "What preparation did I have for this work? An academy edu 
 cation and books. I did more reading between my thirteenth and 
 nineteenth years than I have done in all the years since. And my 
 taste was much better then. I used to read nothing but classics. 
 Burton s Anatomy of Melancholy and Lane s Arabian Nights were 
 my favorites. 
 
 "As a youngster I always had an intense desire to be an artist. It 
 wasn t until I was 21 that I developed the idea that I d like to write. 
 After about a year on the Houston Post I got an opportunity to exer 
 cise both of these artistic yearnings. Brann had been publishing his 
 Iconoclast at Houston and failed. I bought out the whole plant, 
 name and all, for $250, and started a ten-page weekly story paper. 
 Being an editor, I of course resigned from the Post. The stories 
 were mostly humorous. The editor did most of the writing and all 
 the illustrating. Meanwhile Brann had gone to Waco. He wrote 
 and asked if I wouldn t let him have his Iconoclast title back. I 
 didn t think much of it and let him have it. My paper was accord 
 ingly christened The Rolling Stone. It rolled for about a year and 
 then showed unmistakable signs of getting mossy. Moss and I never 
 were friends, and so I said good-bye to The Rolling Stone." 
 
 "And after The Rolling Stone?" 
 
 "Then a friend of mine who had a little money wonderful thing 
 that, isn t it, a friend with a little money suggested that I join him 
 
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in a trip to Central America, whither he was going with the intention 
 of entering the fruit business. Well, it takes a long time and costs a 
 lot of money to learn how the little banana grows. We didn t have 
 quite enough of the latter, and so never did learn the whole secret ot 
 the banana s development. 
 
 "See any revolutions? No, but I discovered plenty of the finest 
 rum you ever tasted. Most of the time I spent in knocking around 
 among the Consuls and the refugees. 
 
 "The banana plantation faded into nothing; I drifted back to 
 Texas. In Austin I got a job in a drug store. That was a rotten two 
 weeks. They made me draw soda water, and I gave up." 
 
 "And after the two weeks at the soda fountain, then what?" 
 
 "Let me see: after the soda water I think there came the highball 
 stage. I went to New Orleans and took up literary work in earnest. 
 I sent stories to newspapers, weeklies, and magazines all over the 
 country. Rejections? Lordy, I should say I did have rejections, but I 
 never took them to heart. I just stuck new stamps on the stories and 
 sent them out again. And in their journeyings to and fro all the stories 
 finally landed in offices where they found a welcome. I can say that 
 I never wrote anything that, sooner or later, hasn t been accepted. 
 
 "As for rejections, take The Emancipation of Billy, as good a 
 story as I ever wrote it was rejected no less than thirteen times. 
 But, like all the rest, it finally landed. 
 
 "It was during these New Orleans days that I adopted my pen 
 name. I said to a friend: I am going to send out some stuff. I don t 
 know if it amounts to much, so I want to get a literary alias. Help 
 me pick out a good one. He suggested that we get a newspaper and 
 pick a name from the first list of notables that we found in it. In the 
 society columns we found the account of a fashionable ball. Here 
 we have our notables, said he. We looked down the list and my eye 
 lighted on the name Henry. That ll do for a last name, said I. 
 Now for a first name. I want something short. None of your 
 three-syllable names for me. Why don t you use a plain initial, 
 then? asked my friend. Good, said I; O is about the easiest letter 
 written, and O it is. 
 
 "A newspaper once wrote and asked me what the O stands for. I 
 replied, O stands for Olivier, the French for Oliver. And several of 
 my stories accordingly appeared in that paper under the name Olivier 
 Henry. 
 
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"After drifting about the country, I finally came to New York 
 about eight years ago. I have Oilman Hall, then the editor of 
 Ainslee s Magazine, to thank for this fortunate step. He wrote me, 
 saying that if I would come to New York he would agree to take 
 $1,200 worth of stories annually at the rate of a hundred dollars a 
 story. This was at a time when my name had no market value. 
 
 "Yes, since I came to New York my prices have gone up. I now 
 get $750 for a story that I would have been glad to get $75 for in my 
 Pittsburgh days. 
 
 " Editors are just like other merchants they want to buy at lowest 
 prices. A few years ago I was selling stories to a certain magazine at 
 the rate of five cents a word. I thought there was a chance that I 
 might get more, so I boldly asked the editor for ten cents. All 
 right, said he, I ll pay it. He was just waiting to be asked." 
 
 "What advice would you give to young writers?" 
 
 "I ll give you the whole secret of short-story writing. Here it is. 
 Rule i : Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2. The 
 technical points you can get from Bliss Perry. If you can t write a 
 story that pleases yourself you ll never please the public. But in 
 writing the story forget the public. 
 
 " I get a story thoroughly in mind before I sit down at my writing 
 table. Then I write it out quickly; and, without revising it, mail it to 
 the editor. In this way I am able to judge my stories as the public 
 judges them. I ve seen stories in print that I wouldn t recognize as 
 my own. 
 
 " Yes, I get dry spells. Sometimes I can t turn out a thing for three 
 months. When one of these spells comes on, I quit trying to work 
 and go out and see something of life. You can t write a story that s 
 got any life in it by sitting at a writing table and thinking. You ve 
 got to get out into the streets, into the crowds, talk with people, and 
 feel the rush and throb of real life that s the stimulant for a story 
 writer. 
 
 "When I first came to New York I spent a great deal of time knock 
 ing around the streets. I did things then that I wouldn t think of 
 doing now. I used to walk at all hours of the day and night along the 
 river fronts, through Hell s Kitchen, down the Bowery, dropping into 
 all manner of places, and talking with any one who would hold con 
 verse with me. I have never met any one but what I could learn 
 something from him; he s had some experiences that I have not had; 
 
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he sees the world from his own viewpoint. If you go at it in the right 
 way the chances are that you can extract something of value from him. 
 
 " People say I know New York well. Just change Twenty-third 
 Street in one of my New York stories to Main Street, rub out the 
 Flatiron Building and put in the Town Hall, and the story will fit 
 just as truly in any up-State town. At least, I hope this can be said 
 of my stories. So long as a story is true to human nature all you need 
 do is change the local color to make it fit any town, North, East, 
 South or West. If you have the right kind of an eye the kind that 
 can disregard high hats, cutaway coats and trolley cars you can see 
 all the characters in the Arabian Nights parading up and down 
 Broadway at mid-day. 
 
 "And now will you please publish to a waiting world the news that 
 Mr. O. Henry is in a hopeful mood, that he expects to do better in the 
 future?" 
 
 "Any plans to announce?" 
 
 "Yes; you may say that I am now at work upon my first novel. 
 It will be published in the Fall. In this connection you may quote 
 me as saying that it is going to be a good one. I ve always had a 
 desire for style. In this novel I m going to give particular attention 
 to style, also to character and plot. These really are the essential 
 things in a novel. Tell the world that this novel will be worth a 
 dollar and a half of any man s money." 
 
 I have never yet seen an O. Henry anecdote that gives any hint 
 that on occasion he had the gift of injecting acidity into his humor. 
 At the close of our interview, however, he revealed the fact that he 
 possessed a sting. 
 
 The Sunday editor of the Times had sent an "artist" with me, to 
 make some sketches of O. Henry. Now this artist s ability at por 
 traiture was limited to using a "spatter-brush" on a photograph and 
 making it look like a pen-and-ink drawing. 
 
 Perhaps it was vanity, perhaps it was his impersonal interest in 
 sketching, but whatever it was that prompted him, O. Henry, when 
 the interview was finished and we were all standing up, said: 
 
 "Let me see what you got." 
 
 The artist showed him his gleanings a few crude, amateurish out 
 lines. 
 
 O. Henry glanced at them for a surprised moment, his only com 
 ment being an eloquent silence. 
 
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I had been watching for an opportunity to make a request and this 
 seemed like a heaven-sent moment. 
 
 "The Sunday editor wants to know," said I, "if you won t make a 
 sketch of yourself for us to illustrate this interview with." 
 
 "Why, you see, I ve already refused to do that for Cosgrave" 
 (then the editor of Everybody s Magazine) "and if I did it for you. 
 it would put me in Dutch with Cosgrave. But I ll tell you what I 
 will do: I ll draw a little sketch of you." 
 
 How many times since then have I kicked myself for squandering 
 that chance for a golden souvenir. But a newspaperman upon an 
 assignment is animated by a certain zest the more difficult his 
 assignment, the more he glories in reporting to his "boss": "I got 
 what you sent me to get." If O. Henry had refused to draw a sketch 
 of himself for Everybody s Magazine, the more anxious was I to get 
 him to draw one for the Times. 
 
 And so I urged that the sketch would just round out the interview. 
 But in the midst of my urging, up stepped the artist (whose features, 
 by the way, proclaimed him a man not remarkable for his self- 
 effacement) saying: "Draw a picture of me, Mr. O. Henry." 
 
 Without a word, O. Henry took the proffered pencil and paper, drew 
 just one quick line, and, still without a word, handed pencil and 
 paper back. That one line portrayed the artist s profile: the re 
 semblance was there, but the features suggesting self-assertion were 
 grotesquely magnified. It was a clever piece of caricature; but 
 I don t think the artist somehow or other quite appreciated its 
 cleverness. 
 
 I shall never forget his expression as he said: "Oh, thank you, Mr. 
 O. Henry, thank you very much." 
 
 That, of course, ended all talk of sketches. 
 
 As the artist and I walked along Twenty-sixth Street, toward 
 Broadway, a somewhat long silence was broken by this apparently 
 irrelevant question: 
 
 "Say, Mac, is this O. Henry so much of an author?" 
 
 After the submission of the galley proofs, I only met O. Henry 
 once. I was accompanying another Times man who had an appoint 
 ment to interview Paul Dana at his home at 6:30 p. M. It was pay 
 day in the Times office, and the traditional rites (now fallen into sad 
 disuse) had been duly observed. It was because of this that my 
 friend thought it would be a good idea for me to go along as assistant 
 
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interviewer. On the platform of the "L" station at Forty-second 
 Street and Sixth Avenue, we ran into O. Henry. We were all getting 
 off at the Eighth Street station; and O. Henry readily adjourned with 
 us to the backroom of the old Columbia Garden, No. 5 Greenwich 
 Avenue, just across the street from Jefferson Market. 
 
 It was not until long afterward, in a casual talk with Charles S. 
 Pratt who for some thirty-odd years has kept open house for book- 
 lovers in his little shop on Sixth Avenue, just a few blocks north 
 from Jefferson Market, that I learned that Columbia Garden was the 
 place where John Masefield, "The Sailor Poet," when he landed in 
 New York, in 1896, stone broke, got the job of saloon choreman a 
 job that he held only a few days, however, for the proprietor, Luke 
 O Connor, recognizing ability, quickly promoted him to assistant 
 bartender. Masefield earned his living here during his first four 
 months in America. 
 
 1 do not recall how long we sat at that little round table. Of what 
 was said, only two things remain in my memory. 
 
 The talk turned to characters that one encounters, or rather that 
 one used to encounter, in New York. I asked: 
 
 "Did you ever meet Fred, the Great and Only Fred?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Well, Fred is a bartender in a little place just off Park Row. 
 Bartending is a profession with him. He knows liquors as a doctor 
 knows his drugs, and his patrons regard him in the same light. They 
 go in and say: Fred, I m all in this morning. Give me a bracer. 
 Then Fred asks: Just out of sorts, hang-over, or what? The 
 trouble told, Fred begins a dash from this bottle, a squirt from 
 another and finally the most wonderful new-life beverage is standing 
 before you on the buffet bar. But Fred himself has never swallowed 
 a drop of liquor. He has only taken it in his mouth, ascertained the 
 taste for professional purposes, and then spat it out. His big interest in 
 life is music. It s the only thing he really enjoys talking about. In 
 the evenings, he goes regularly to the opera during the season; and on 
 Sundays, after his six days of bartending, he sings in a church choir." 
 
 "I d like very much to meet him," said the author who, since 
 success had come to him, spent considerable time inventing excuses 
 and devising stratagems by which he could dodge invitations to meet 
 or to dine with society lion-chasers. 
 
 And there we were, talking of Fred, the Great and Only Fred, 
 
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when perhaps at that very moment another unique character was 
 within eye-shot Luke O Connor, the saloonkeeper who hired a 
 poet. 
 
 Later, the talk switched to city life as a newspaperman sees it. 
 
 "Why not meet me some night," I suggested, "and I ll take you 
 around and give you a glimpse of it?" 
 
 "All right," answered O. Henry. "Then some night I ll take you 
 around and show you New York as I know it." 
 
 Think of the story that could have been woven out of those two 
 nights! I regret to confess it I let the opportunity slip. I was 
 always "going to" telephone O. Henry and arrange a meeting. 
 And then, one morning, the newspapers brought us the sudden tid 
 ings of sorrow. 
 
 There is an O. Henry incident that should not be lost. So far as I 
 know, it has never before appeared in print. The author was buried 
 from the Little Church Around the Corner. By some strange mis 
 chance, a marriage ceremony was scheduled for the same hour. The 
 error was not discovered until the wedding and the funeral party 
 reached the church. Happiness yielded to sorrow, the little wedding 
 party retiring to the Consistory Room until the funeral service had 
 taken place. It was just such a tangling of the light with the dark 
 thread of life that one finds in so many of O. Henry s stories. 
 
 By way of explanation 
 
 Since the publication of my article in The New York Times 
 Book Review and Magazine, I have been gently taken to task for 
 the statement in the last paragraph: "So far as I know, it" (the 
 incident of the conflict in the hour appointed for funeral and for 
 wedding) "has never before appeared in print." 
 
 I attended the funeral of O. Henry, meeting Mr. Steger, ac 
 cording to appointment, outside the church. Before going in to 
 the funeral service, Mr. Steger, who had arrived first, told me 
 that a marriage ceremony had been scheduled for the same hour 
 and that the bride and groom had yielded precedence to the dead. 
 
 That was the first and last mention I heard of this touching 
 little incident until several days after the publication of my article. 
 Then, Mr. Christopher Morley, in his column, "The Bowling 
 Green," in the New York Evening Post, called attention to the 
 fact that the episode "was told (a little differently) by Richard 
 Duffy in that series of reminiscences ( Little Pictures of O. 
 Henry ) that appeared some years ago in the Bookman." 
 
 A few days later, Dr. George W. Douglas of the Philadelphia 
 
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Evening Public Ledger, pointed out that Mabel Wagnalls in 
 "Letters to Lithopolis," gives a description of O. Henry s funeral. 
 This same fact that Mabel Wagnalls had preceded me in putting 
 into print the incident of the funeral and the wedding, was also 
 brought under notice by Edwin Markham in a letter to The New 
 York Times Book Review and Magazine. A number of those 
 who wrote me personally in reference to my article, also made 
 mention of this same fact. 
 
 I have just read Mabel Wagnalls description of the funeral, 
 and my memory of that ceremony differs quite materially from 
 her description of it. Mr. Morley is right, we ought "to get the 
 record quite straight." Following his suggestion, I am endeavor 
 ing to trace the bride and groom, and hope that before long I 
 shall be able to tell the complete story of this episode that has 
 aroused so much interest. 
 
LITTLE PICTURES OF O. HENRY 
 
 By ARTHUR W. PAGE 
 I BORN AND "RAISED" IN NO TH CA LINA 
 
 " The hero of the story will be a man born and raised in a somnolent 
 little Southern town. His education is about a common school, but 
 bf learns afterward from reading and life. I m going to try to give 
 him a style in narrative and speech the best I ve got in the shop." 
 
 These words are O. Henry s own. 
 
 I 
 
 IN Greensboro, North Carolina, at the time of Will Porter s youth 
 there were four classes of people: decent white folks, jnean white 
 folks, decent "niggers" and mean "niggers." Will Porter and his 
 people belonged to the first class. During the time that he was 
 growing up there were about twenty-five hundred people in Greens 
 boro. It was a simple democratic ttttle place with rather more 
 intellectual ambitions than most places of its size, but without the 
 hum of modern industry which the cotton mills have latterly brought 
 to it or the great swarm of eager students that now flock to the 
 State Normal School. 
 
 In this quiet and pleasant community William Sydney Porter 
 grew up. Algernon Sidney Porter, his Bather, was a doctor of 
 skill and distinction, who in late life practised his profession Httle; 
 but worked upon many inventions. His mother is said to have 
 written poetry and her father was at one time editor of the Greens 
 boro Patriot. A President, a planter, a banker, a blacksmith, 
 a short-story writer or a sailor might any of them have such for 
 bears as these. 
 
 If any dependence can be laid upon early "influences" that affect 
 an author s work, in O. Henry s case we must certainly consider 
 Aunt "Lina" Porter. She attended to his bringing up at home 
 and he attended her instruction at school. His mother died when 
 Will Porter was very young, and his aunt, Miss Evelina Porter, 
 
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ran the Porter household as well as the school next door, and a 
 most remarkable school it was. 
 
 Porter s desk-mate in that school, Tom Tate, not long ago wrote 
 the following account, for his niece to read: 
 
 "Miss Porter was a maiden lady and conducted a private school 
 of West Market Street, in Greensboro, adjoining the Porter resi 
 dence. Will was educated there, and this was his whole school 
 education (with the exception of a term or two at graded school). 
 There was a great deal more learned in this little one-story, one- 
 roomed school-house than the three R s. It was the custom of 
 Miss Lina, as every one called her, during the recess hour to read 
 aloud to those of her scholars who cared to hear her, and there was 
 always a little group around her chair listening. She selected good 
 books, and a great many of her old scholars showed the impress of 
 these little readings in after life. On Friday night there was a 
 gathering of the scholars at her home, and those were good times, 
 too. They ate roasted chestnuts, popped corn or barbecued quail 
 and rabbits before the big open wood fire in her room. There was 
 always a book to read or a story to be told. Then there was a 
 game of story-telling, one of the gathering would start the story 
 and each one of the others was called on in turn to add his quota 
 until the end. Miss Una s and Will s were always interesting. 
 In the summer time there were picnics and fishing expeditions; in 
 the autumn chinquapin and hickory gatherings; and in the spring 
 wild-flower hunts, all personally conducted by Miss Lina. 
 
 "During these days Will showed decided artistic talent, and it 
 was predicted that he would follow in the footsteps of his kinsman, 
 Tom Worth, the cartoonist, but the literary instinct was there, too, 
 and the quaint dry humor and the keen insight into the peculiar 
 ities of human nature. 
 
 "The boys of the school were divided in two clubs, the Brickbats 
 and the Union Jacks. The members of the Union Jacks were 
 Percy Gray, Will Porter, Jim Doak and Tom Tate, three of whom 
 died before reaching middle age. Tom Tate is the sole survivor 
 of this little party of four. 
 
 "This club had headquarters in an outbuilding on the grounds 
 of the old Edgeworth Female College, which some years previously 
 had been destroyed by fire. In this house they kept their arms 
 and accoutrements, consisting of wooden battle-axes, shields, and 
 
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old cavalry sabres, and on Friday nights it was their custom to sally 
 forth armed and equipped in search of adventure, like knights of 
 old from their castle, carefully avoiding the dark nooks where the 
 moonlight did not fall. Will was the leading spirit in these daring 
 pursuits, and many was the hair-raising adventure these ten-year- 
 old heroes encountered, and the shields and battle-axes were oft- 
 times thrown aside so as not to impede the free action of the nether 
 limbs when safety lay only in flight. Ghosts were of common oc 
 currence in those days, or rather nights, and arms were useless to 
 cope with the supernatural; it took good sturdy legs. 
 
 "After the short school-days Porter found employment as pre 
 scription clerk in the drugstore of his uncle, Clarke Porter, and it 
 was there that his genius as an artist and writer budded forth and 
 gave the first promise of the work of after years. The old Porter 
 drugstore was the social club of the town in those days. A game 
 of chess went on in the back room always, and around the old stove 
 behind the prescription counter the judge, the colonel, the doctor 
 and other local celebrities gathered and discussed affairs of state, 
 the fate of nations and other things and incidentally helped them 
 selves to liberal portions of Clarke s Vini Gallaci or smoked his 
 cigars without money and without price. There were some rare 
 characters who gathered around that old stove, some queer per 
 sonalities, and Porter caught them and transferred them to paper 
 by both pen and pencil in an illustrated comedy satire that was his 
 first public literary and artistic effort, 
 
 "When this was read and shown around the stove the picture 
 was so true to life and caught the peculiarities of the dramatis 
 personae so aptly it was some time before the young playwright was 
 on speaking terms with some of his old friends. Alias Jimmy 
 Valentine s hit is history now, but I doubt if at any time there was 
 a more genuine tribute to Porter s ability than from the audience 
 around the old stove, behind the prescription counter nearly thirty 
 years ago. 
 
 "In those days Sunday was a day of rest, and Porter with a friend 
 would spend the long afternoons out on some sunny hillside shel 
 tered from the wind by the thick brown broom sedge, lying on their 
 backs gazing up into the blue sky dreaming, planning, talking or 
 turning to their books, reading. He was an ardent lover of God s 
 great out-of-doors, a dreamer, a thinker and a constant reader. He 
 
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was such a man true-hearted and steadfast to those he cared for. 
 "as gentle and sensitive as a woman, retiring to a fault pnrp, rlean 
 
 and honorable." 
 
 In these characteristics Will Porter followed in his father s foot 
 steps. It was a saying in Greensboro that if there were cushioned 
 seats in Heaven old Dr. Porter would have one, because of his 
 charity and goodness to the poor. And there was an active sym 
 pathy between the old man and his son. The old gentleman on 
 cold stormy nights when his boy was late getting home from the 
 drugstore always had a roaring wood fire for him, and a pot of cof 
 fee and potatoes and eggs warming in the fire for his midnight 
 supper. 
 
 His pencil was busy most of the time, if not with writing, with 
 drawing. He was a famous cartoonist. There are several versions 
 of the story about him and an important customer at his uncle s 
 store. Young Porter did not remember the customer s name, but 
 when the man asked him to charge some articles he did not wish 
 to admit his ignorance. So he put down the items and drew a pic 
 ture of the customer. His uncle had no difficulty in recognizing the 
 likeness. 
 
 In 1881 Dr. and Mrs. J. K. Hall went to Texas to visit their sons, 
 Richard and Lee Hall, of Texas-ranger fame, and Will Porter was 
 sent with them, because it was thought that the close confinement 
 in the drugstore was undermining his health. He never again 
 lived in Greensboro, but Greensboro was never altogether out of his 
 mind. Many years later, when he was living in New York, he wrote 
 this account of himself an account which gives an inkling of the 
 whimsical charm of the man and his fondness for the old life in the 
 old land of his birth. 
 
 "I was born and raised in No th Ca lina and at eighteen went 
 to Texas and ran wild on the prairies. Wild yet, but not so wild. 
 Can t get to loving New Yorkers. Live all alone in a great big 
 two rooms on quiet old Irving Place three doors from Wash. Irving s 
 old home. Kind of lonesome. Was thinking lately (since the April 
 moon commenced to shine) how I d like to be down South, where 
 I could happen over to Miss Ethel s or Miss Sallie s and sit on the 
 porch not on a chair on the edge of the porch, and lay my straw 
 hat on the steps and lay my head back against the honeysuckle on 
 the post and just talk. And Miss Ethel would go in directly 
 
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(they say presently up here) and bring out the guitar. She would 
 complain that the E string was broken, but no one would believe 
 her* and pretty soon all of us would be singing the Swanee River 
 and In the Evening by the Moonlight and oh, gol darn it, 
 what s the use of wishing." 
 
 PART II TEXAN DAYS 
 
 WILL PORTER found a new kind of life in Texas a life that filled 
 his mind with that rich variety of types and adventures which later 
 was translated into his stories. Here he got from observation, 
 and not from experience, as has often been said, for he was never a 
 cowboy the originals of his Western characters and Western 
 scenes. He looked on at the more picturesque life about him 
 ra_tj^jhjji_jliard_inJl; though through his warm sympathy and 
 his vivid imagination he entered into its spirit as completely as any 
 one who had fully lived its varied parts. 
 
 It was while he was living on the Hall ranch, to which he had 
 gone in search of health, that he wrote and at once destroyed 
 his first stories of Western life. And it was there, too, that he drew 
 the now famous series of illustrations for a book that never was 
 printed. The author of that book, "Uncle Joe" Dixon, was a pros 
 pector in the bonanza mining days in Colorado. Now he is a 
 newspaper editor in Florida; and he has lately told, for the survivors 
 of Will Porter s friends of that period, the story of the origin of 
 these drawings. His narrative illustrates anew the remarkable 
 impression that Will Porter s quaint and whimsical personality 
 even in his boyhood, made upon those who knew him. 
 
 Other friends, who knew him more intimately than "Uncle Joe" 
 Dixon, saw other sides of Will Porter s character. With them his 
 boyish love of fun and of good-natured and sometimes daredevil 
 mischief came again to the surface, as well as those refinements of 
 feeling and manner that were his heritage as one of the "decent 
 white folks" of Greensboro. And with them, too, came out the 
 ironical fate that pursued him most of his life to be a dreamer and 
 yet to be harnessed to tasks that brought his head from the clouds 
 to the commonplaces of the store and the street. Perhaps it was 
 this very bending of a sky-seeking imagination to the dusty comedy 
 of every day that brought him later to see life as he pictured it in 
 "The Four Million," with its mingling of Caliph Haroun-al-Ras- 
 chid s romance with the adventures of shop-girls and restaurant 
 
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keepers. At any rate, even the Texas of the drug-clerk days and 
 of the bank-clerk period appealed to his sense of the humorous and 
 romantic and grotesque. Here is what one intimate of those days 
 recalls of his character and exploits: 
 
 "Will Porter, shortly after coming to Texas became a member 
 of the Hill City Quartette, of Austin, composed of C. E. Hillyer, 
 R. H. Edmundson, Howard Long and himself. Porter was the 
 littlest man in the crowd, and, of course, basso profundo. He was 
 about five feet six inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty 
 pounds, had coal black hair, gray eyes, and a long, carefully twisted 
 moustache; looked as though he might be a combination between the 
 French and the Spanish, and I think he once told me that the blood 
 of the Huguenot flowed in his veins. He was one of the most ac 
 complished gentlemen I ever knew. His voice was soft and mu 
 sical, with just enough rattle in it to rid it of all touch of effemin 
 acy. Flehadakeen sense of humor, and there were two dis- 
 tinct methods of address which was characteristic with him his 
 business address and his friendly address. As a business man, his 
 face was calm, almost expressionless; his demeanor was steady, even 
 calculated. He always worked for a high class of employers, was 
 never wanting for a position, and was prompt, accurate, talented 
 and very efficient; but the minute he was out of business that 
 was all gone. He always approached a friend with a merry twinkle 
 in his eye and an expression which said: Come on, boys, we are 
 going to have a lot of fun, and we usually did. 
 
 " If W. S. P. at this time had any ambitions as a writer, he never 
 mentioned it to me. I do not recall that he was fond of reading. 
 One day I quoted some lines to him from a poem by John Alex 
 ander Smith. He made inquiry about the author, borrowed the 
 book and committed to memory a great many passages from it, 
 but I do not recall ever having known him to read any other book. 
 I asked him one day why he never read fiction. His reply was: 
 That it was all tame compared with the romance in his own life, 
 which was really true. 
 
 "In the great railroad strike at Fort Worth, Texas, the Gover 
 nor called out the State Militia, and the company to which we be 
 longed was sent, but as we were permitted a choice in the matter, 
 Porter and I chose not to go. In a little while a girl he was in love 
 with went to Waco on a visit. Porter moped around disconsolate 
 
for a few days, and suddenly said to me: I believe I ll take a visit 
 at the Government s expense. With him to think was to act. A 
 telegram was sent to Fort Worth: Capt. Blank, Fort Worth, Texas. 
 Squad of volunteers Company Blank, under my command tender 
 you their services if needed. Reply. Come next train, Cap 
 tain Blank commanded. Upon reaching the depot no orders for 
 transportation of squad had been received. Porter actually held 
 up the train until he could telegraph and get transportation for his 
 little squad, because the girl had been notified that he would be in 
 Waco on a certain train. She afterward said that when the train 
 pulled into Waco he was sitting on the engine pilot with a gun across 
 his lap and a distant glance at her was all that he got, but he had 
 had his adventure and was fully repaid. 
 
 "This adventure, is only one of thousands of such incidents that 
 commonly occurred in his life. He lived in an atmosphere of ad 
 venture that was the product of his own imagination. He was an 
 inveterate story-teller, seemingly purely from the pleasure of it, 
 but he never told a vulgar joke, and as much as he loved humor 
 he would not sacrifice decency for its sake and his stories about 
 women were always refined. 
 
 "He told a great many stories in the first person. We were often 
 puzzled to know whether they were real or imaginary, and when 
 we made inquiry his stock reply was: Never question the validity 
 of a joke. " 
 
 But the lure of the pen was getting too strong for Will Porter 
 to resist. Life as a teller in the First National Bank of Austin was 
 too routine not to be relieved by some outlet for his love of fun and 
 for his creative literary instinct. An opportunity opened to buy a 
 printing outfit, and he seized it and used it for a year to issue the 
 Rolling Stone, a weekly paper that suggested even then his later 
 method as a humorist and as a photographic portrayer of odd types 
 of humanity. Dr. D. Daniels " Dixie" he was to Will Porter 
 now a dentist in Galveston, Texas, was his partner in this enter 
 prise, and his story of that year of fun gives also a picture of Will 
 Porter s habit of studying human nature at first hand a habit 
 that later carried him into many quaint byways of New York and 
 into many even more quaint and revealing byways of the human 
 heart. Here is Dr. Daniels s story: 
 
 "It was in the spring of 1894 that I floated into Austin," said Dan- 
 
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iels, "and I got a place in the State printing office. I had been working 
 there for a short time when I heard that a man named Porter had 
 bought out the old Iconoclast plant known everywhere as Brann s 
 Iconoclast and was looking for a printer to go into the game with 
 him. I went around to see him, and that was the first time I met 
 O. Henry. Porter had been a clerk in the Texas Land Office and a 
 teller in the First National Bank in Austin, and when W. C. Brann 
 went to Waco decided to buy out his plant and run a weekly hu 
 morous paper. 
 
 "I talked things over with him, the proposition looked good, and 
 we formed a partnership then and there. We christened the paper 
 the Rolling Stone after a few discussions, and in smaller type across 
 the full-page head we printed Out for the moss. Which is exactly 
 what we were out for. Our idea was to run this weekly with a lot 
 of current events treated in humorous fashion, and also to run short 
 sketches, drawings and verse. I had been doing a lot of chalk-plate 
 work and the specimens I showed seemed to make a hit with Porter. 
 Those chalk-plates were the way practically all of our cuts were 
 printed. 
 
 "Porter was one of the most versatile men I had ever met. He 
 was a fine singer, could write remarkably clever stuff under all 
 circumstances and was a good hand at sketching. And he was 
 the best mimic I ever saw in my life. He was one of the genuine 
 democrats that you hear about more often than you meet. Night 
 after night, after we would shut up shop, he would call to me to 
 come along and go bumming. That was his favorite expression 
 for the night-time prowling in which we indulged. We would 
 wander through streets and alleys, meeting with some of the worst 
 specimens of down-and-outers it has ever been my privilege to see 
 at close range. I ve seen the most ragged specimen of a bum hold 
 up Porter, who would always do anything he could for the man. 
 His one great failing was his inability to say No to a man. ^ 
 
 "He never cared for the so-called higher classes but watched 
 the people on the streets and in the shops and cafes, getting his 
 ideas from them night after night. I think that it was in this way 
 he was able to picture the average man with such marvellous fidelity. 
 
 "Well, as I started to say, we moved into the old Iconoclast 
 plant, got out a few issues, and moved into the Brueggerhoff build 
 ing. The Rolling Stone met with unusual success at the start, and 
 
 33 
 
we had in our files letters from men like Bill Nye and John Kendrick 
 Bangs praising us for the quality of the sheet. We were doing 
 nicely, getting the paper out every Saturday approximately 
 and^blowing the gross receipts every night. Then we began to strike 
 snags. One of our features was a series of cuts with humorous 
 underlines of verse. One of the cuts was the rear view of a fat 
 German professor leading an orchestra, beating the air wildly with 
 his baton. Underneath the cut Porter had written the following 
 verse: 
 
 With his baton the professor beats the bars, 
 
 Tis also said beats them when he treats. 
 But it made that German gentleman see stars 
 
 When the bouncer got the cue to bar the beats. 
 
 "For some reason or other that issue alienated every German in 
 Austin from the Rolling Stone, and cost us more than we were able 
 to figure out in subscriptions and advertisements. 
 
 "We got out one feature of the paper that used to meet with pretty 
 general approval. It was a page gotten up in imitation of a back 
 woods country paper, and we christened it The Plunkville Patriot. 
 That idea has been carried out since then in a dozen different forms, 
 like The Hogwallow Kentuckian, and The Bingville Bugle/ to 
 give two of the prominent examples. Porter and I used to work on 
 this part of the paper nights and Sundays. I would set the type for 
 it, as there was a system to all of the typographical errors that we 
 made, and I couldn t trust any one else to set it up as we wanted it. 
 
 "The paper ran along for something over a year, and then was 
 discontinued. Following the political trouble and the other trou 
 bles in which Porter became involved, he left the State. Some 
 time was spent in Houston; the next stop was New Orleans; then he 
 jumped to South America, and only returned to Texas for a short 
 period before leaving the State forever. His experiences on a West 
 Texas ranch, in Texas cities and in South America, however, gave 
 him a thorough insight into the average run of people whom he 
 pictured so vividly in his later work. He was a greater man than 
 any of us knew when we were with him in the old days." 
 
 Ill THE NEW YORK DAYS RICHARD DUFFY S NARRATIVE 
 
 His coming to New York, with the resolution "to write for 
 bread," as he said once in a mood of acrid humor, was dramatic, 
 as is a whisper compared to a subdued tumult of voices. I be- 
 
 34 
 
O. HENRY S 
 FATHER 
 
 O HENRY 
 AT THE 
 AGE OF 6 
 
THE ROLLING STONE. 9 
 
 PAGE FROM 
 
 THE PIUNK v ILLE PATRIOT, 
 
 YOL. XYXI- PLUNKVHLE TEX APRIL 02TJ 1895 
 
 NO IXL.. 
 
 THe 
 
 Plunktle PaTriOt, 
 
 o o Published nnrU evj-y Friday, o 
 
 VICTORY!! 
 
 PeRCHe" ON THe B A nncit of 
 
 IrJBJOHDlN 
 
 PERKINS HOC-PEN SQUSAHED 
 
 By a Haqeas corpus & an Axe. 
 perkins Makes A Bold resisltnae 1 ! 
 The HOG takes a Hand in the proce- 
 
 1900 People on the Ground. 
 
 Plunk ulie, Adril 1 7fh Wednesday 
 began about daylight, and people on 
 horsebace and all kinds fo vehicles 
 began to come in town. The day 
 had been advertised as t- one when 
 we, , as Mayorshould lorcibny remove 
 the disgusting hog-pen of judge Per- 
 eins that fronts along our pnnciji 
 
 iiiiis 
 
 nds. We netted over Ji * by selling 
 >rivileges for same. 2SS!i 
 After a light breakfast of a bottle of 
 leer and a piece of lemon pei, we 
 wung Indian clvbs for 10 minutes 
 and then washed oui face and careful- 
 y read ouer the Marquis of queens- 
 bury i rules. 
 At fiv. minute to 8 wa sallied 4 th 
 n our mission carrying a copy of the 
 
 in decidedly bad odor, about 14 han 
 d, high. = 
 SJudge Perkins sat on the epge o 
 the pen barefooned ; with a long, sin 
 gle barreled shot gun in his hand 
 He was breathing hard, and his bi 
 toes were working viciously. 
 A s we walked up in front of ib 
 Judge there was an intense silence. 
 We Ed the Revised Statues on a 
 peanut stand, shifted ino aie rotrhd 
 and lept an eye on the Jud ges gun. 
 Judge perkins," we said in a loud 
 voice, "by the authority invested in 
 us by the Commonwealth ol Plunk 
 vile and the power oj the Press, we 
 commanp you to remove, takeaway, 
 absquatulate and dispcrsa .yourself 
 and aforesaid hog coutrary to the 
 piece and dignity ol )he State ol 
 Texas until death youdo part, to help 
 
 you God 1" 
 ..Go to h 1!" says the Judge. 
 We were about to spito n ovr hands 
 but paused finding our mouth too drX, 
 wlien a little fise dog |rom Uie counr- 
 seeini) the hogs tail protiudinS thr- 
 ouSh the pen, bit ofi about * inches 
 of same. The hog 9 ave a squeal that 
 so startled the J udge that he pulled 
 the IriggeJ and his gun discharged toki- 
 ing offhis left great we and killing a chi 
 naman and a poodle, beloninginj to 
 Mrs; 30!. Doggett. We sprang for 
 ward with our uxe and qvickly sma 
 shed Ihe boards of the pen. The hog 
 saw the opening and remarking 
 J Woof" in deep baritone voice, 
 shot irhough the hole. 
 A n eye witness tells us that Judge 
 Perkins was standing on one fool ab. 
 ontto smash us in the bocTt oi the 
 head with his gun barrel when 4oclbs 
 of deep brunettte hog, wilh a Maud s. 
 escape movement passed between his 
 
 Mrs Col. Dogget strusk th| Judge 
 
 then struck up Caney creek in a not* 
 westerly direction. 
 We were escorted at once to the 
 Elete by i crowd of cheering citizens 
 who bad witnessed fthe downfall ol 
 Monopoly and Despotism in Plunk- 
 vi |le . Pete Dollinger made a speech 
 nominating us |fon Govenor in 1896, 
 but this we consider a little prema 
 ture. 
 Judge Perkins will be out again in 
 about three weeks. 
 
 lit MEMOKIAH. 
 
 going to press, announcing the death 
 at our mother in Branchtown, Ga. 
 She was the best woman in the world, 
 and the only being who has loved and 
 taken any interest in us. She wa 
 very poor, and we have for ten year, 
 lent her all our slender income beyond 
 our actual needs. 
 We know that Me are uneducated . 
 and not a genius, having had to work 
 hard since were ten years ol age, but 
 *e have made a big bluff and have al 
 ways succeeded in keeping her in 
 comfort, and, thank God, she always 
 believed in us. Our friends will par 
 don us for dragging in our personal 
 affair,, but we feel lonely, and we 
 have very little to encourage us now 
 
 She always kept each copy of this 
 ,oor little paper, and read it as if it 
 were a fountain of the brightest wis 
 dom, and laid them away reverently, 
 thinking her boX one of the world s 
 pauses. 
 We shall continue in our line oi 
 duty, but a little sadly, for the only 
 hand thai has ever pressed ours wills 
 ove is gone, and the only lips that 
 ever, whispered words ol praise are. 
 silent. 
 
 COL. AR1STOJ.I.E JORDAN, 
 
 Office after Feb. 1st; Back o 
 Crimes slaughter pen, two doors 
 north ol Caney Creek. 
 
 Soblcrrpnonper>ear - - i.oo 
 , .moS : ; .aoo 
 
 .MieUplorcandipates sc per linei 
 Obituary poetry - IOC " 
 
 R. R. timetable. 
 N bound arr. Plun)|ville 7.15 AM 
 leaves . 7-15,4.." 
 
 Spring has come. 
 
 Bib Tailor and Sue Billings were ma 
 rriepat 11 a. M yestardaX. 
 The affiar look place 1u M. * chu 
 rch S by *. W. The building was 
 decorated with evergreens and rases 
 over the pulpit wa, an immense bell 
 made oi ol hyaoinlhs g d old band 
 boxes. The groom was backed up by 
 Pele$chie(fer BiilWilliams and a i eye 
 a man fro* Pikeville they called cul 
 y Mrs pendergrast played a dead 
 march on the org;n as the gani didas 
 cake walk up the ile- 
 uim 30Jj ,Jis .niqa oo p, aris 
 bo pleats and wsa the sinecure ofall 
 eyes. Bol had on his usual Jams & 
 and his qrotherfams , Prince albert 
 Tha happy couple bad a feed at old 
 man Billinges. and then flagged the 
 7:15* freight for a three days bridle 
 trip 
 Bob is rather trifling ,and the chanc 
 es are that old Billings ill gaina ton 
 n stead ol losing a daulgher. Vax 
 IViscnro 1 
 
 PATRO N1ZE THE ELITE SALOOM 
 CoMpearaJwaysontap. 
 Back door opened on 3 taps Sand- 
 vs. 
 
 ks, an axe and about 7 cocktails. 
 When we got ro Belle Meade Aven- 
 e a cheer wenj up from at least 1900 
 people. All the- stores mera closed 
 nd the whole town was theje to see 
 he fun . The bog pen was still there 
 ncloiing a large, supercilious hog, 
 
 ust as he struck the sipewalk, and 
 while she was jabmng him with her 
 parasol we demolishid the red ol the 
 
 The bog upset Ihe lemonade and beer 
 lands, pied the flying Jeasy and the 
 High School grapuating class, and 
 
 Widows ! 
 
 Send vour name, hijht, weight, reach 
 ncfces around biceps and forearm t 
 14-75, and receive by return mail * 
 ictnre ol roar last husband, free I 
 
 O. HENRY HIMSELF ALWAYS WENT OVER THE TYPE OF THIS 
 PAGE (A FEATURE OF THE ROLLING STONE) AND CAREFULLY 
 MADE THE RIGHT KIND OF TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS. 
 
lieve 1 am correct in saying that outside his immediate family few 
 were aware that O. Henry was entering this "nine-day town" ex 
 cept Oilman Hall, my associate on Ainslee s Magazine, the pub 
 lishers, Messrs. Street and Smith, and myself. For some time 
 we had been buying stories from him, written in his perfect Spen- 
 cerian copperplate hand that was to become familiar to so many 
 editors. Only then he wrote always with a pen on white paper, 
 whereas once he was established in New York he used a lead pencil 
 sharpened to a needle s point on one of the yellow pads that were 
 always to be seen on his table. The stories he published at this 
 period were laid either in the Southwest or in Central America, 
 and those of the latter countries form the bulk of his first issued 
 volume, "Cabbages and Kings." It was because we were sure of him 
 as a writer that our publishers willingly advanced the cheque that 
 brought him to New York and assured him a short breathing spell 
 to look round and settle. Also, it was because O. Henry wanted 
 to come. You could always make him do anything he wanted to 
 do, as he had a way of saying, if you were coaxing him into an in 
 vitation he had no intention of pursuing into effect. 
 
 It was getting late on a fine spring afternoon dow r n at Duane and 
 William Streets when he came to meet us. From the outer gate 
 the boy presented a card bearing the name William Sydney Por 
 ter. I don t remember just when we found out that "O. Henry" 
 was merely a pen-name; but think it was during the correspondence 
 arranging that he come to New York. I do remember, however, 
 that when we were preparing our yearly prospectus, we had written 
 to him, asking that he tell us what the initial O. stood for, as we 
 wished to use his photograph and preferred to have his name in 
 full. It was the custom and would make his name stick faster in 
 the minds of readers. With a courteous flourish of appreciation 
 at the honor we were offering him in making him known to the 
 world, he sent us "Olivier," and so he appeared as Olivier Henry 
 in the first publishers announcement in which his stories were her 
 alded. Later he confided to us, smiling, what a lot of fun he had 
 had in picking out a first name of sufficient advertising effectiveness 
 that began with O. 
 
 As happens in these matters, whatever mind picture Oilman Hall 
 or I had formed of him from his letters, his handwriting, his stories, 
 vanished before the impression of the actual man. He were a 
 
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 dark suit of clothes, I recall, and a four-in-hand tie of bright color. 
 He carried a black derby, high-crowned, and walked with a springy, 
 noiseless step. To meet him for the first time you felt his most 
 notable quality to be reticence, not a reticence of social timidity, 
 but a reticence of deliberateness. If you also were observing, you 
 would soon understand that his reticence proceeded from the fact 
 ! that civilly yet masterfully he wa*s taking in every item of the "you" 
 being presented to him to the accompaniment of convention s 
 phrases and ideas, together with the "you" behind this presentation. 
 It was because he was able thus to assemble and sift all the multi 
 farious elements of a personality with sleight-of-hand swiftness 
 / that you find him] characterizing a person or a neighborhood in a 
 \ sentence or two; and once I heard him .characterize a list of editors 
 lie knew each in a phrase. 
 
 On his first afternoon in New York we took him on our usual walk 
 uptown from Duane Street to about Madison Square. That was 
 a long walk for O. Henry, as any who knew him may witness. An 
 other long one was when he walked about a mile over a fairly high 
 hill with me on zigzag path through autumn woods. I showed him 
 plains below us and hills stretching away so far and blue they look 
 like the illimitable sea from the deck of an ocean liner. But it was not 
 until we approached the station from which we were to take the 
 train back to New York that he showed the least sign of animation. 
 "What s the matter, Bill," I asked, "I thought you d like to see 
 some real country." His answer was: " Kunn l, how kin you expeck 
 me to appreciate the glories of nature when you walk me over a 
 mounting like that an I got new shoes on?" Then he stood on 
 one foot and on the other, caressing each aching member for a second 
 or two, and smiled with bashful knowingness so like him. 
 
 It was one of his whimsical amusements, I must say here, to speak 
 in a kind of country style of English, as though the English language 
 were an instrument he handled with hesitant unfamiliarity. Thus 
 it happened that a woman who had written to him about his stories 
 and asked if her "lady friend" and she might meet him, informed him 
 afterward: "You mortified me nearly to death, you talked so un- 
 grammatical!" 
 
 We never knew just where he stopped the first night in New York, 
 beyond his statement that it was at a hotel not far from the ferry 
 en a neighborhood of so much noise that he had not been able to 
 
 3* 
 
sleep. I suppose we were voluminous with suggestions as to where 
 he might care to live, because we felt we had some knowledge of 
 the subject of board and lodging, and because he was the kind of 
 man you d give your best hat to on short acquaintance, if he needed 
 a hat, but also he was the kind of man who would get a hat for 
 himself. Within about twenty-four hours he called at the office 
 again to say that he had taken a large room in a French table 
 d hote hotel in Twenty-fourth Street, between Broadway and Sixth 
 Avenue. Moreover, he brought us a story. In those days he 
 was very prolific. He wrote not only stories, but occasional skits 
 and light verse. In a single number of Ainslee s, as I remember, 
 we had three short stories of his, one of which was signed "O. Henry" 
 and the other two with pseudonyms. Of the latter, "While the 
 Auto Waits" was picked out by several newspapers outside New 
 York as an unusually clever short story. But as O. Henry natur 
 ally he appeared most frequently, as frequently as monthly publi 
 cation allows, for to my best recollection, of the many stories we 
 saw of his there were only three about which we said to him, we 
 would rather have another instead. 
 
 Still he lived in West Twenty-fourth Street, although the place 
 had no particular fascination for him. We used to see him every 
 other day or so, at luncheon, at dinner, or in the evening. Va 
 rious magazine editors began to look up O. Henry, which was a 
 job somewhat akin to tracing a lost person. While his work was 
 coming under general notice rapidly, he made no effort to push 
 himself into general acquaintance; and all who knew him when 
 he was actually somewhat of a celebrity should be able to say that 
 it was about as easy to induce him to "go anywhere" to meet some 
 body as it is to have a child take medicine. He was persuaded 
 once to be the guest of a member of the Periodical Publishers As 
 sociation on a sail up the Hudson; but when the boat made a stop 
 at Poughkeepsie, O. Henry slipped ashore and took the first train 
 back to New York. Yet he was not unsociable, but a man that 
 liked a few friends round him and who dreaded and avoided a so- 
 called "party" as he did a crowd in the subway. 
 
 It was at his Twenty-fourth Street room that Robert H. Davis, 
 then of the staff of the New York World, ran him to cover, as it 
 were, and concluded a contract with him to furnish one story a 
 week for a year at a fixed salary. It was a gigantic task to face.. 
 
 39 
 
and I have heard of no other writer who put the same quality of 
 effort and material in his work able to produce one story every 
 seven days for fifty-two successive weeks. The contract was re 
 newed, 1 believe, and all during this time O. Henry was selling 
 stories to magazines as well. JKis total of stories amount to two 
 hundred and fifty-one, and when it is considered that they were 
 written in about eight years, one may give him a good mark for 
 industry, especially as he made no professional vaunt about "loving 
 his work." Once when dispirited he said that almost any other 
 way of earning a living was less of a toil than writing. The mood 
 is common to writers, but not so common as to happen to a man 
 who practically had editors or agents of editors sitting on his door 
 step requesting copy. 
 
 When he undertook his contract with the World he moved to 
 have more room and more comfortable surroundings for the new 
 job. But he did not move far, no farther than across Madison 
 Square, in East Twenty-fourth Street, to a house near Fourth 
 Avenue. Across the street stands the Metropolitan Building, al 
 though it was not so vast then. He had a bedroom and sitting- 
 room at the rear of the parlor floor with a window that looked out 
 on a typical New York yard, boasting one ailanthus tree frowned 
 upon by time-stained extension walls of other houses. More and 
 more men began to seek him out, and he was glad to see them, for 
 a good deal of loneliness enters into the life of a man that writes 
 fiction during the better part of the day, and when his work is over 
 feels he must move about somewhere to gather new material. Here 
 it was that he received a visit one day from a stranger, who an 
 nounced that he was a business man, but had decided to change 
 his line. He meant to write stories, and having read several of 
 O. Henry s, he was convinced that kind of story would be the best 
 paying proposition. O. Henry liked the man off-hand, but he could 
 not help being amused at his attitude toward a "literary career." 
 I asked what advice he gave the visitor, and he answered: "I 
 told him to go ahead!" The sequel no doubt O. Henry thoroughly 
 enjoyed, for within a few years the stranger had become a best 
 seller, and continues such. 
 
 O. Henry remained only for a few months"in these lodgings, having 
 among a dozen reasons for moving the fact that he had more money. 
 
 I follow his movings with his trunks, his bags, his books, a few, 
 
 40 
 
but books he read, and his pictures, likewise a few, that were orig 
 inal drawings presented to him, or some familiar printed picture 
 that had caught his fancy, because in his movings you trace his life 
 in New York. His next abiding-place was at 55 Irving Place, as 
 he has said in a letter, "a few doors from old Wash. Irving s house." 
 Here he had almost the entire parlor floor with a window large 
 as a store front, opening only at the sides in long panels. At either 
 one of these panels he would sit for hours watching the world go 
 by along the street, not gazing idly, but noting men and women with 
 penetrating eyes, making guesses at what they did for a living, 
 and what fun they got out of it when they had earned it. 
 
 He was a man you could sit with a long while and feel no nec 
 essity for talking; but ever so often a passerby would evoke a remark 
 from -him that, converted an iota of humanity into the embryo of 
 a story. Although he spoke hardly ever to any one in the house 
 except the people who managed it, he had the lodgers all ticketed 
 in his mind. He was friendly but distant with persons of the neigh 
 borhood he was bound to meet regularly, because he lived so long 
 there, and I have often thought he must have persisted as a mys 
 terious man to them simply because he was so far from being 
 communicative. 
 
 From Irving Place he went back across the Square to live in a 
 house next to the rectory of Trinity Chapel in West Twenty-fifth 
 Street. But now he moved because the land lady and several 
 lodgers were moving to the same house. From here his next change 
 was to the Caledonia, in West Twenty-sixth Street, whence, as 
 everybody knows, he made his last move to the Polyclinic Hos 
 pital, where he died. 
 
BIBLIOGRAPHY 
 
 O. HENRY, 1867-1910 
 
 Critical estimates, personal sketches and portraits compiled 
 by Katharine Hinton Wootten and Tommie Dora Barker 
 of the staff of Carnegie Library, Atlanta, Georgia* 
 
 "American Story Teller" Craftsman, 18:576, August, 1910. 
 
 "A Typically American Short Story Writer" Current Literature, 49: 
 88-9, July, 1910. 
 
 Cooper, Frederic Taber "O. Henry" (in "Some American Story Tellers," 
 p. 225-244, Holt, 1911. Gives short bibliography). 
 
 Irwin, Will "O. Henry, Man and Writer." Cosmopolitan, 49:447-9, 
 September, 1910. Followed by "The Dream," O. Henry s last story, and 
 "The Crucible," O. Henry s last poem. 
 
 Lindsay, Nicholas Vachell "A Knight in Disguise," "He could not for 
 get that he was a Sidney." Current Literature, 53:111, July, 1912 (This 
 appeared also in American Magazine, 74:216, June, 1912.) 
 
 Page, Arthur W. "Little Pictures of O. Henry." Bookman, 37:381, 498, 
 508, 607, June-August, 1, 1913 (The best sketch that has appeared. Illus 
 trated with pictures of O. Henry and members of his family, as well as scenes 
 of his early life. Show also his first artistic effort, and his drawing of "Uncle 
 Remus"). 
 
 Personal O. Henry Bookman, 29:345. 
 
 Richardson, Caroline Francis "O. Henry and New Orleans." Book 
 man, 39:281-7, May, 1914 (Profusely illustrated with views from the scenes 
 of the New Orleans stories). 
 
 Rollins, Hyder E. "O. Henry." A critical sketch. Sewanee Review, 
 22:214, April, 1914 (Criticism of this article in N. Y. Times Book Review, 
 May 3, 1914, p. 220). 
 
 Smith, C. Alphonso "O. Henry Biography." The Standard biography 
 of O. Henry. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1916. 
 
 Steger, Harry Peyton "O. Henry." Biographical sketch, with portrait. 
 Bookman, 37:2, March, 1913. 
 
 Life of O. Henry. Bookman, 34:115-8, October, 1911. 
 
 "O. Henry Who He Is and How He Works." World s Work, 18:1 1724-6, 
 June, 1909. 
 
 "O. Henry, New Facts About the Great Author," and a hitherto unpublished 
 story by O. Henry, "The Fog in Santone." Cosmopolitan, 53:655, October, 
 1912. 
 
 *The compilers have in preparation an exhaustive bibliography, and will 
 welcome criticism or suggestions. 
 
PORTRAITS 
 
 Review of Reviews July, 1910:125. 
 American Magazine September, 1910:603. 
 
 Bookman July, 1908:437; August, 1909:579; March, 1905:3; July, 
 
 1913:499, 503-4; August, 1913:612. 
 
 Independent September 3, 1908:552. 
 
 Book News Monthly October, 1911 (frontispiece). 
 
 Critic February, 1904:109. 
 
 DRAMATIZED STORIES 
 
 "A Retrieved Reformation" (in "The Roads of Destiny"). Dramatized 
 by Paul Armstrong as "Alias Jimmy Valentine"; Produced at Wallack s 
 Theatre, New York, 1910. Produced at Comedy Theatre, London. Estimate 
 of the play in Everybody s, 22:702, May, 1910. 
 
 "Double Dyed Deceiver" (in "The Roads of Destiny"). Dramatized for 
 Norman Hackett as "A Double Deceiver." Played on the road. 
 
 "World and the Door" (in "Whirligigs"). Tried out in San Francisco. 
 
 "The Third Ingredient" (in "Options"). Dramatized by Catherine 
 Robertson; produced by Professional Women s League, 1912; adapted to 
 vaudeville by Harris & Armstrong. 
 
 "The Green Door" (in "The Four Million"). Tried out by the Lamb s 
 Club in New York in 1912. 
 
 THE WORKS OF O. HENRY BIBLIOGRAPHY 
 
 Cabbages and Kings. McClure, 1905; Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908. 
 Scene laid in South America. Reviewed in Bookman, February, 1905, 20:561; 
 Critic, February, 1905, 46:189; Independent, February, 9, 1905, 58:328; 
 Outlook, January 7, 1905, 79:94. 
 
 Four Million, The. McClure, 1906; Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908. 
 Deals with everyday life in New York. Reviewed in Critic, July, 1906, 
 49:93; Independent, July, 1906, 61:161; Outlook, May 3, 1906, 83:42; Public 
 Opinion, May 12, 1906, 40:604; Atlantic, January, 1907, 99:126; North Ameri 
 can Review, Msly, 1908, 187:781-3. 
 
 Gentle Grafter, The. McClure, 1908; Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908. 
 Fourteen stories which exploit Jeff Peters methods of "unillegal graft." Re 
 viewed in N. Y. Times, Nov. 21, 1908. 
 
 Gift of the Wise Men, The. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1911. One of 
 
 the stories in "The Four Million." For Bibliography see "Four Million." 
 
 Heart of the West. McClure, 1907; Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908. 
 Short stories dealing with frontier life scenes very familiar to the writer. 
 Reviewed in Nation, November 28, 1907, 85:496; Outlook, November 2, 1907, 
 87:497; North American Review, April, 1908, 187:781-3. 
 
 Let Me Feel Your Pulse. Doubleday, Page & Co.; 1910. 
 
 Options. Harper, 1909. Sixteen O. Henry stories. Reviewed in Nation, 
 December 2, 1909, 89:540. 
 
Ransom of Red Chief and other O. Henry Stories for Boys, The. 
 
 Doubleday, Page & Co., 1918. Short stories from all O. Henry s books selected 
 by Franklin K. Mathiews, Chief Scout Librarian, Boy Scouts of America. 
 
 Roads of Destiny. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1909. Short stories dealing 
 "with the picturesque riff-raff floating through the South and west Mississippi, 
 Texas, Mexico, and South America." Reviewed in A. L. A. Booklist, Septem 
 ber, 1909, 6:28; Nation, July 15, 1909, 89:56; New York Times Book Review 
 May 22, 1909, 14:319. 
 
 Rolling Stones. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1913. Much biographical mate 
 rial letters, personal sketches. The twelfth and final volume of the series 
 into whici the late Harry Peyton Steger collected O.Henry s work. Reviewed 
 in Independent, January 23, 1913, 74:206; Outlook, January 18, 1913, 103:142; 
 Bookman, July, 1912, 35:455-6. Notice of coming publication with illustra 
 tions. 
 
 Sixes and Sevens. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1911. Twenty-five O. Henry 
 stories. Reviewed in Bellman, November 4, 1911, 11:595; Independent, Octo 
 ber 19, 1911, 71:874; Nation, November 23, 1911, 93:493. 
 
 Strictly Business. More Stories of the Four Million. Doubleday, Page 
 & Co., 1910. Twenty-three more O. Henry stories. Reviewed in A. L. A. 
 Booklist, June, 1910, 6:411; Catholic World, June, 1910, 91:393; Independent, 
 May 5, 1910, 68:989; Nation, April 7, 1910, 90:348. 
 
 Trimmed Lamp, The, and Other Stories of the Four Million. McClure, 
 
 1907, Doubleday, Page & Co., New York life and scenes are depicted ranging 
 from shop girl to the commuter. Reviewed in Atlantic, July, 1907, 100:134; 
 Bookman, September, 1907, 26:79; Independent, October 10, 1907, 63:880; 
 Literary Digest, May 11, 1907, 34:766; Nation, July 4, 1907, 85:16; North 
 American Review, April, 1908, 187:781-3; Outlook, August 17, 1907, 86:833; 
 Review of Reviews, June, 1907, 35:766. 
 
 Voice of the City, The. Further Stories of the Four Million. McClure, 
 1908; Doubleday, Page & Co., 1908. Reviewed in Independent, September 3, 
 
 1908, 65:552; Nation, July 2, 1908, 87:12; Outlook, July 4, 1908, 89:532. 
 
 Waifs and Strays. McClure, 1906, Doubleday, Page & Co., 1917. In 
 two parts, containing twelve O. Henry stories and .?. representative section of 
 critical and biographical comment. 
 
 Whirligigs. Doubleday, Page & Co., 1910. Twenty-four stories on the 
 accident of human destiny. Reviewed in A. L. A. Booklist, November, 1910, 
 7:128; Independent, November 3, 1910, 69:987; Literary Digest, November 
 19, 1910, 41:940; Nation, November 3, 1910, 91:417. 
 
 According to Professor C. Alphonso Smith, only three stories were signed Sydney 
 Porter. They were first omitted from the collected works, but are now included in 
 the volume. Waifs and Strays. These were "The Cactus" and "Round the Circle," 
 both published in Everybody s for October, 1902, and "Hearts and Hands," 
 published in Everybody s for December of the same year. Other names 
 occasionally signed were Olivier Henry, S. H. Peters, James L. Bliss (once), T. B. 
 Dowd, and Howard Clark. 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 ABDICATION, THE HIGHER 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 ABILITY, FROM EACH ACCORDING 
 TO His 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ABOUT Towx, MAN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ACCOLADE, THE GUARDIAN OF THE 
 
 Se: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ACCORDING TO His ABILITY, FROM 
 EACH 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ACCORDING TO THEIR LIGHTS 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 ADJUSTMENT OF NATURE, AN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ADMIRAL, THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 ADVENTURES OF SHAMROCK JOLNES, 
 THE 
 
 I See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 AFTER TWENTY YEARS 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 A LA CARTE, CUPID 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 A LA CARTE, SPRINGTIME 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ANSWERS, QUERIES AND 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 ANTHEM, THE COP AND THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 APHASIA, A RAMBLE IN 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 APOLOGY, AN 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 APPLE, THE SPHINX 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 ARABIA, A NIGHT IN NEW 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 ARABIAN NIGHT, A MADISON 
 SQUARE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 ARCADIA, TRANSIENTS IN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ARCHER, MAMMON AND THE 
 
 Set: Four Million, The 
 
 ARISTOCRACY VERSUS HASH 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 ART AND THE BRONCO 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ART, CONSCIENCE IN 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 ARTS, MASTERS OF 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 ASSESSOR OF SUCCESS, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 AT ARMS WITH MORPHEUS 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 ATAVISM OF JOHN TOM LITTLE 
 BEAR, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stenes 
 
 ATWOOD, JOHNNY 
 
 See: Note under Cabbages and Kings 
 
 AUTO WAITS, WHILE THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 45 
 
4 6 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 B 
 
 BABES IN THE JUNGLE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 BADGE OF POLICEMAN O RooN, 
 THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 BAGDAD, A BIRD OF 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 BARGAINER, A BLACKJACK 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 BEST-SELLER 
 
 See: Options 
 
 BETWEEN ROUNDS 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 BEXAR SCRIPT, No. 2692 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 BILLY, THE EMANCIPATION OF 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 BIRD OF BAGDAD, A 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 BLACK BILL, THE HIDING OF 
 
 See: Options 
 
 BLACK EAGLE, THE PASSING OF 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 BLACKJACK BARGAINER, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 BLEND, THE LOST 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 BLIND MAN S HOLIDAY 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 BOHEMIA, A PHILISTINE IN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 BOHEMIA, EXTRADITED FROM 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 BO-PEEP OF THE RANCHES, 
 MADAME 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 BOTTLE, THE LOTUS AND THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 BRICKDUST Row 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 BRIEF D^BUT OF TILDY, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 BROADWAY, INNOCENTS OF 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 BROKER, THE ROMANCE OF A BUSY 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 BRONCO, ART AND THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 BURGLAR, TOMMY S 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 BUSINESS, STRICTLY SHORT 
 STORIES 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 BURIED TREASURE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 BURNEY, TRANSFORMATION OF 
 MARTIN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 BUSY BROKER, THE ROMANCE 
 OF A 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 BUYER FROM CACTUS CITY, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 BY COURIER 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CABALLERO S WAY, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CABBAGES AND KINGS 
 
 The stories in this volume, though 
 apparently disconnected chapters, 
 fall into four main groups, with the 
 exception of one independent tale, 
 "The Lotus and the Bottle." But 
 the stories all have a loose in 
 ter-relation owing to the fact fiat 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 47 
 
 Coralio in Central America is 
 their common stage, and that 
 the dramatis persons, generally 
 speaking, is the same throughout. 
 For the advantage of readers who 
 wish to get the chapters of the va 
 rious stories in their natural order, 
 the groups are here marked alpha 
 betically. For instance, all the chap 
 ters centring about Frank Good 
 win are grouped with "The Money 
 Maze" as A. Those about Johnny 
 Atwood with "Cupid s Exile Num 
 ber Two" as B. Those about Keogh 
 and Clancy with "The Phonograph 
 and the Graft" as C. Those about 
 Dicky as D and those about "The 
 Admiral" as E. 
 
 Contents: 
 
 The Proem: By the Carpenter, A 
 
 "Fox-in-the-Morning," A 
 
 The Lotus and the Bottle 
 
 Smith, A 
 
 Caught, A 
 
 Cupid s Exile Number Two, B 
 
 The Phonograph and the Graft, C 
 
 Money Maze, A 
 
 The Admiral, E 
 
 The Flag Paramount, E 
 
 The Shamrock and the Palm, C 
 
 The Remnants of the Code, A 
 
 Shoes, B 
 
 Ships, B 
 
 Masters of Arts, C 
 
 Dicky, D 
 
 Rouge et Noir, D 
 
 Two Recalls, A 
 
 The Vitagraphoscope, A-C 
 
 CABBY S SEAT, FROM THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CACTUS CITY, THE BUYER FROM 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 CAD, THE CALIPH AND THE 
 
 Set: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CAFE, A COSMOPOLITE IN A 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CALIPH AND THE CAD, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CALIPH, CUPID, AND THE CLOCK, 
 THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CALLIOPE, THE REFORMATION OF 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CALL LOAN, A 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CALL OF THE TAME, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 CALL, THE CLARION 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CALL, THE FRIENDLY 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 GALLOWAY S CODE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 CAMPFIRE LIGHT, NEW YORK BY 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CANDY MAN, NEMESIS AND THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CARPENTER, THE PROEM: BY THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 CARTOONS BY O. HENRY 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 CASE, A DEPARTMENTAL 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 CAUGHT 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 CELEBRATE, THE DAY WE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CENTRAL AMERICA, STORIES OF 
 
 See: Locality 
 
 CHAIR OF PHLLANTHROMATHE MA- 
 TICS, THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 CHAMPION OF THE WEATHER, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CHANCE, THE GHOST OF A 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CHAPARRAL CHRISTMAS GUT, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 CHAPARRAL PRINCE, A 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
4 8 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 CHARLEROI, THE RENAISSANCE 
 AT 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 CHERCHEZ LA FEMME 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 CHORD, THE MISSING 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CHRISTMAS BY INJUNCTION 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CHRISTMAS GIFT, A CHAPARRAL 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 CHRISTMAS STOCKING, WHISTLING 
 DICK S 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 CHRISTMAS STORY, AN UN 
 FINISHED 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 CHURCH WITH AN OVERSHOT 
 WHEEL, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CIRCLE, SISTERS OF THE GOLDEN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CIRCLE, SQUARING THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CITIES, THE PRIDE OF THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CITY, THE DEFEAT OF THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CITY, THE VOICE OF THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CLANCY, KEOGH AND 
 
 See: Note under Cabbages and Kings 
 
 CLARION CALL, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 CLOCK, THE CALIPH, CUPID AND 
 
 THE 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CODE, GALLOWAY S 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 CODE, THE REMNANTS OF THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 COLOR, A LITTLE LOCAL 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 COMEDY IN RUBBER, A 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 COMING-OUT OF MAGGIE, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 COMPANY 99, THE FOREIGN POLICY 
 OF 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 COMPLETE LIFE OF JOHN HOP 
 KINS, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 CONEY, THE GREATER 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 CONSCIENCE IN ART 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 COP AND THE ANTHEM, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 COSMOPOLITE IN A CAFE, A 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 COUNT AND THE WEDDING GUEST, 
 THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 COUNTRY OF ELUSION, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 COURIER, BY 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CROSSES, HEARTS AND 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 CUPID A LA CARTE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 49 
 
 CUPID, AND THE CLOCK, CALIPH, 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 CUPID S EXILE NUMBER Two 
 
 Set: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 CURSE, LORD OAKHURST S 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 DAY RESURGENT, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 DAY WE CELEBRATE, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 DEBUT OF TILDY, THE BRIEF 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 DECEIVER, A DOUBLE-DYED 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 DEFEAT OF THE CITY, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 DEMAND, SUPPLY AND 
 
 See: Options 
 
 DEPARTMENTAL CASE, A 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 DESTINY, ROADS OF 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 DIAMOND OF KALI, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 DICK S CHRISTMAS STOCKING, 
 WHISTLING 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 DICKY 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 DINNER AT , A 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 DISCOUNTERS OF MONEY, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 "DIXIE, THE ROSE OF" 
 
 See: Options 
 
 DOGMAN, ULYSSES AND THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 DOLLARS, ONE THOUSAND 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 DOLLAR S WORTH, ONE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 DOOM, THE SHOCKS OF 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 DOOM, TRACKED TO OR THE 
 MYSTERY OF THE RUE DE 
 PEYCHAUD 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 DOOR OF UNREST, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 DOOR, THE GREEN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 DOOR, THE WORLD AND THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 DOUBLE-DYED DECEIVER, A 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 DOUGHERTY S EYE-OPENER 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 DREADFUL NIGHT, THE CITY OF 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 DREAM, A MIDSUMMER KNIGHT S 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 DREAM, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 DRESS PARADE, LOST ON 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 DRESS, THE PURPLE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 DRY VALLEY JOHNSON, THE IN- 
 
 DL\N SUMMER OF 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 DUEL, THE 
 
 See: Strictly 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 DUPLICITY OF HARGRAVES, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 E 
 
 EACH ACCORDING TO His ABILITY, 
 FROM 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 EAGLE, THE PASSING OF BLACK 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 EAST SIDE TRAGEDY, AN: "THE 
 GUILTY PARTY" 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 EASTER OF THE SOUL, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ELEVATION, A MATTER OF MEAN 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 ELSIE IN NEW YORK 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 ELUSION, THE COUNTRY OF 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 EMANCIPATION OF BILLY, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ENCHANTED Kiss, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ENCHANTED PROFILE, THE 
 
 Sea: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ERROR, A TECHNICAL 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 ETHICS OF PIG, THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 EXACT SCIENCE OF MATRIMONY, 
 THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 EXILE NUMBER Two, CUPID S 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 EXTRADITED FROM BOHEMIA 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 EYE-OPENER, DOUGHERTY S 
 Sea Voice of the City, The 
 
 FAILURE, THE HYPOTHESES or 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 FEEL YOUR PULSE, LET ME 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 FEMME, CHERCHEZ LA 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 FERRY OF UNFULFILMENT, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 FICKLE FORTUNE, OR How 
 GLADYS HUSTLED 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 FIFTH WHEEL, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 FIRE, THE PLUTONIAN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 FLAG PARAMOUNT, THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 FOG IN SANTONE, A 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 FOOL-KILLER, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 FOREIGN POLICY OF COMPANY 99, 
 THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 FORTUNE, FICKLE, OR How 
 GLADYS HUSTLED 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 FOUR MILLION, THE SHORT 
 STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 Tobin s Palm 
 
 The Gift of the Magi 
 
 A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 
 
 Between Rounds 
 
 The Skylight Room 
 
 A Service of Love 
 
 The Coming-Out of Maggie 
 
 Man About Town 
 
 The Cop and the Anthem 
 
 An Adjustment of IsTature 
 
 Memoirs of a Yellow Dog 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 The Love-Philtre of Ikey Schoenstein 
 
 Mammon and the Archer 
 
 Springtime a la Carte 
 
 The Green Door 
 
 From the Cabby s Seat 
 
 An Unfinished Story 
 
 The Caliph. Cupid and the Clock 
 
 Sisters of the Golden Circle 
 
 The Romance of a Busy Broker 
 
 After Twenty Years 
 
 Lost on Dress Parade 
 
 By Courier 
 
 The Furnished Room 
 
 The Brief Debut of Tildy 
 
 FOUR ROSES, THE VERSE 
 
 See: Roses. Ruses and Romance in 
 "Voice of the City" 
 
 FOURTH IN SALVADOR, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 " FOX-IN-THE-MORNTNG " 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 FRIEND, TELEMACHUS, 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 FRIENDLY CALL, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 FRIENDS IN SAN ROSARIO 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 FROM EACH ACCORDING TO His 
 ABILITY 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 FROM THE CABBY S SEAT 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 "FRUIT, LITTLE SPECK IN GARN 
 ERED" 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 FURNISHED ROOM, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 FURY, SOUND AND DIALOGUE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 "GARNERED FRUIT, LITTLE 
 SPECK IN" 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 GENTLE GRAFTER, THE (ILLUS 
 TRATED) SHORT STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 The Octopus Marooned 
 
 Jeff Peters as a Personal Magnet 
 
 Modern Rural Sports 
 
 The Chair of Philanthromathematics 
 
 The Hand that Riles the World 
 
 The Exact Science of Matrimony 
 
 A Midsummer Masquerade 
 
 Shearing the Wolf 
 
 Innocents of Broadway 
 
 Conscience in Art 
 
 The Man Higher Up 
 
 A Tempered Wind 
 
 Hostages to Momus 
 
 The Ethics of Pig 
 
 GENTLEMEN, Two THANKS 
 GIVING DAY 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 GEORGIA S RULING 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 GHOST OF A CHANCE, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 GIFT OF THE MAGI, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 "GIRL" 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 GIRL AND THE GRAFT, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 GIRL AND THE HABIT, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 GLADYS HUSTLED, How, OR 
 FICKLE FORTUNE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 GOLD THAT GLITTERED, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 GOLDEN CIRCLE, SISTERS OF THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 GOODWIN, FRANK 
 
 See: Note under Cabbages and Kings 
 
 GRAFT, THE GIRL AND THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 GRAFT, THE PHONOGRAPH AND 
 THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 GRAFTER, THE GENTLE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 GREATER CONEY, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 GREEN DOOR, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 GUARDIAN OF THE ACCOLADE, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 GUEST, THE COUNT AND THE 
 WEDDING 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 "GUILTY PARTY" AN EAST SIDE 
 TRAGEDY, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp 
 
 H 
 HABIT, THE GIRL AND THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 HALBERDIER OF THE LITTLE 
 RHEINSCHLOSS, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 HAND THAT RILES THE WORLD, 
 THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 HANDBOOK OF HYMEN, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HARBINGER, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 HARGRAVES, THE DUPLICITY OF 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 HARLEM TRAGEDY, A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 HASH, ARISTOCRACY VERSUS 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 HAUGHTY, SEATS or THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HAYES, JIMMIE AND MURDZL 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 HE ALSO SERVES 
 
 See: Options 
 
 HEAD-HUNTER, THE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 HEART OF THE WEST SHORT 
 STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 Hearts and Crosses 
 
 The Ransom of Mack 
 
 Telemachus, Friend 
 
 The Handbook of Hymen 
 
 The Pimienta Pancakes 
 
 Seats of the Haughty 
 
 Hygeia at the Solito 
 
 An Afternoon Miracle 
 
 The Higher Abdication 
 
 Cupid a la Carte 
 
 The Caballero s Way 
 
 The Sphinx Apple 
 
 The Missing Chord 
 
 A Call Loan 
 
 The Princess and the Puma 
 
 The Indian Summer of Dry Valley 
 
 Johnson 
 
 Christmas by Injunction 
 A Chaparral Prince 
 The Reformation of Calliope 
 
 HEARTS AND CROSSES 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HELPING THE OTHER FELLOW 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 HIDING OF BLACK BILL, THE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 HIGHBALL, THE RUBAIYAT OP A 
 SCOTCH 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 HIGHER ABDICATION, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HIGHER PRAGMATISM, THE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 HIGHER UP, THE LADY 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 HIGHER UP, THE MAN 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 53 
 
 HIM WHO WAITS, To 
 
 See: Options 
 
 HIT, A SACRIFICE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 HOLDING UP A TRAIN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 HOLIDAY, BLIXD MAN S 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 HOMES, SUITE AND THEIR RO 
 MANCE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 HOPKINS, THE COMPLETE LIFE OF 
 JOHN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 HOSTAGES TO MOMUS 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 HOUND, THE THEORY AND THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 How GLADYS HUSTLED, OR 
 "FICKLE FORTUNE" 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 HYGEIA AT THE SOLITO 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HYMEN, THE HANDBOOK OF 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 HYPOTHESES OF FAILURE, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 I Go TO SEEK ON MANY ROADS" 
 VERSE HEADING OF ROADS 
 OF DESTINY 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 KEY SCHOENSTEIN, THE LOVE 
 PHILTRE OF 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 INDIAN SUMMER OF DRY VALLEY 
 JOHNSON, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 INGREDIENT, THE THIRD 
 
 See: Options 
 
 INJUNCTION, CHRISTMAS BY 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 INNOCENTS OF BROADWAY 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 INTRODUCTION TO ROLLING STONES 
 BY H. P. STEGER 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 JEFF PETERS AS A PERSONAL 
 
 MAGNET 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 JEFF PETERS STORIES 
 
 The contents of The Gentle Grafter 
 
 and also 
 Cupid a la Carte (in Heart of the 
 
 West) 
 The Atavism of John Tom Little Bear 
 
 (in Rolling Stones) 
 
 JIMMIE HAYES AND MURIEL 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 JOHN HOPKINS, THE COMPLETE 
 LIFE OF 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 JOHN TOM LITTLE BEAR, THE 
 ATAVISM OF 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 JOHNNY ATVVOOD 
 
 See: Note under Cabbages and Kings 
 
 JOHNSON, THE INDIAN SUMMER OF 
 DRY VALLEY 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 JUNE, OCTOBER AND 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 JUNGLE, BABES IN THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 KALI, THE DIAMOND OF 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
54 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 KEOGH AND CLANCY 
 
 See: Note under Cabbages and Kings 
 
 KIN, MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 KINGS, CABBAGES AND 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 KNIGHT S DREAM, A MIDSUMMER 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 L 
 
 LADY HIGHER UP, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 LAMP, THE TRIMMED 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 LAST LEAF, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 LAST OF THE TROUBADOURS, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 LAW AND ORDER 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 "LAZY SHEPHERDS, SEE YOUR 
 LAMBKINS" DAVID S VERSE IN 
 ROADS OF DESTINY 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 LEAF, THE LAST 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 LET ME FEEL YOUR PULSE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 Also issued separately as a small il 
 lustrated book. This story is largely 
 based upon O. Henry s own ill- 
 fated search for health. 
 
 LETTERS FROM O. HENRY 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 Two to Gilman Hall 
 
 One to Mrs. Hall, a friend in North 
 
 Carolina 
 
 Three to Dr. W. P. Beall 
 Four to David Harrell 
 Parable Letter 
 
 Two to his Daughter Margaret 
 To J. O. H. Cosgrave 
 One to "Col. Griffith" 
 Four to Al. Jennings 
 Two to H. P. Stegei 
 
 LICKPENNY LOVER, A 
 
 Set: Voice of the City, The 
 
 LIFE OF JOHN HOPKINS, THE 
 COMPLETE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 LIFE, THE W T HIRLIGIG OF 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 LIGHTS, ACCORDING TO THEIR 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 LITTLE BEAR, THE ATAVISM OF 
 JOHN TOM 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 LITTLE LOCAL COLOR, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 "LITTLE SPECK IN GARNERED 
 FRUIT" 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 LOAN, A CALL 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 LOAVES, WITCHES 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 LOCAL COLOR, A LITTLE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 LOCALITY 
 
 A geographical arrangement 
 of practically all of the stories 
 in the twelve volumes. Refer 
 ence to the book in which the 
 tale appears is given after each 
 title or group of titles. 
 
 Central America 
 
 The Head-Hunter 
 
 (In "Options" 
 Phoebe 
 
 The Fourth in Salvador 
 Two Renegades 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 The Day We Celebrate 
 
 (In "Sixes anu, Sevens") 
 
 England 
 
 Lord Oakhurst s Curse 
 
 (In "Rolling Stones") 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 55 
 
 France 
 
 Roads of Destiny 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 Tracked to Doom 
 
 (In "Rolling Stones") 
 
 Mexico 
 
 He Also Serves 
 
 (In "Options") 
 
 New York 
 "The Four Million," (Whole volume ) 
 
 Innocents of Broadway 
 A Tempered Wind 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 The Third Ingredient 
 Schools and Schools 
 Thimble, Thimble 
 To Him Who Waits 
 No Story 
 
 The Higher Pragmatism 
 Rus in Urbe 
 
 (In "Options") 
 
 The Discounters of Money 
 The Enchanted Profile 
 
 (In " Roads of Destiny") 
 
 The Marionettes 
 
 A Dinner at 
 
 An Unfinished Christmas Story 
 
 The Unprofitable Servant 
 
 TU c, v (I" "Rolling Stones") 
 
 The Sleuths 
 
 Witches Loaves 
 
 The Pride of the Cities 
 
 Ulysses and the Dogman 
 
 The Champion of the Weather 
 
 Makes the Whole World Kin 
 
 At Arms with Morpheus 
 
 The Ghost of a Chance 
 
 Let Me Feel Your Pulse 
 
 The Adventures With Shamrock Tolnes 
 
 The Lady Higher Up 
 
 The Greater Coney 
 
 Transformation of Martin Burney 
 
 The Caliph and the Cad 
 
 The Diamond of Kali 
 
 ( In "Sixes and Sevens") 
 
 " Strictly Business." (Allthe stories in 
 this volume, except "A Municipal 
 Report," for which see THE SOUTH 
 under Tennessee) 
 
 "The Trimmed Lamp." (Whole vol 
 ume) 
 
 "The Voice of the City. 
 ume) 
 
 (Whole vol- 
 
 Calloway s Code 
 
 "Girl" 
 
 The Marry Month of May 
 
 Sociology in Serge and Straw 
 
 Suite Homes and Their Romance 
 
 A Sacrifice Hit 
 
 The Song and the Sergeant 
 
 A Newspaper Story 
 
 Tommy s Burglar 
 
 A Little Local Color 
 
 (In "Whirligigs". 
 
 Pennsylvania (Pittsburgh) 
 
 Conscience in Art 
 
 (In "Whirligigs"^ 
 
 South America 
 
 "Cabbages and Kings." (Whole vol 
 ume) 
 
 The World and the Door 
 The Theory and the Hound 
 A Matter of Mean Elevation 
 Supply and Demand 
 
 (In "Options") 
 
 Next to Reading Matter 
 A Double-Dyed Deceiver 
 On Behalf of the Management 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 A Ruler of Men 
 Helping the Other Fellow 
 
 (In " Rolling Stones") 
 
 THE SOUTH 
 
 Alabama 
 
 The Ransom of Red Chief 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 Georgia 
 
 Hostages to Momus 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter) 
 
 "The Rose of Dixie" 
 
 (In "Options") 
 
 Kentucky 
 
 A Blackjack Bargainer 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 Shearing the Wolf 
 The Ethics of Pig 
 
 (In -The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 Louisiana 
 The Renaissance at Charleroi 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 Whistling Dick s Christmas Stocking 
 Cherchez la Femme 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 Blind Man s Holiday 
 
 (In "Whirligigs) 
 
 Tennessee 
 
 A Midsummer Masquerade 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 October and June 
 
 (In "Sixes and Sevens") 
 
 The Whirligig of Life 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 Best Seller 
 
 Virginia 
 
 (In "Options") 
 Washington 
 
 The Hand that Riles the World 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 A Snapshot at the President 
 
 (In " Rolling Stones") 
 
 The Duplicity of Hargraves 
 
 (In "Sixes and^Sevens") 
 
 Indefinite 
 
 The Emancipation of Billy 
 The Guardian of the Accolade 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 The Church With an Overshot Wheel 
 The Door of Unrest 
 
 (In "Sixes and Sevens") 
 
 THE WESP 
 
 Arizona 
 
 Christmas by Injunction 
 
 (In " Heart of the West") 
 
 The Roads We Take 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 Arkansas 
 
 Jeff Peters as a Personal Magnet 
 The Man Higher Up 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 A Retrieved Reformation 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 Colorado 
 
 The Ransom of Mack 
 
 (In "The Heart of the West" 
 
 The Friendly Call 
 
 (In "Rolling Stones") 
 
 Illinois 
 
 The Exact Science of Matrimony 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 Indiana 
 
 Modern Rural Sports 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 Indian Territory 
 
 New York by Campfire Light 
 
 (In "Sixes and Sevens") 
 
 A Technical Error 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 Kansas 
 
 The Atavism of John Tom Little Bear 
 (In "Rolling Stones") 
 
 Montana 
 
 The Handbook of Hymen 
 
 (In "The Heart of the West" 
 
 New Mexico 
 
 Telemachus Friend 
 
 (In "Heart of the West") 
 
 Ohio 
 
 The Halberdier of the Little Rhein- 
 schloss (In "Roads of Destiny) 
 
 Oklahoma 
 
 Cupid a la Carte 
 
 (In "Heart of the West") 
 
 Holding Up a Train 
 
 (In "Sixes and Sevens") 
 
 Texas 
 
 The Octopus Marooned 
 
 (In "The Gentle Grafter") 
 
 Hearts and Crosses 
 Th Pimienta Pancakes 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 57 
 
 Seats of the Haughty 
 
 Hygeia at the Solito 
 
 An Afternoon Miracle 
 
 The Higher Abdication 
 
 The Caballero s Way 
 
 The Sphinx Apple 
 
 The Missing Chord 
 
 A Call Loan 
 
 The Princess and the Puma 
 
 The Indian Summer of Dry Valley 
 
 Johnson 
 
 A Chaparral Prince 
 The Reformation of Calliope 
 
 (In "Heart of the West") 
 
 The Hiding of Black Bill 
 Buried Treasure 
 The Moment of Victory 
 A Poor Rule 
 
 (In Options") 
 Art and the Broncos 
 The Passing of Black Eagle 
 Friends in San Rpsario 
 The Enchanted Kiss 
 A Departmental Case 
 The Lonesome Road 
 
 (In "Roads of Destiny") 
 
 The Marquis and Miss Sally 
 
 A Fog in Santone 
 
 Tictocq 
 
 Aristocracy versus Hash 
 
 A Strange Story 
 
 FickleFortune.orHow Gladys Hustled 
 
 An Apology 
 
 Bexar Script Xo. 2692 
 
 (In "Rolling Stones") 
 
 The Last of the Troubadours 
 Jimmy Hayes and Muriel 
 Law and Order 
 
 (I* "Sixes ami Sevens") 
 
 One Dollar s Worth 
 A Chaparral Christmas Gift 
 Madame Bo-Peep of the Ranches 
 Georgia s Ruling 
 
 (In "Whirligigs") 
 
 LONESOME ROAD, THE 
 
 See: Roads. of Destiny 
 
 LORD OAKHURST S CURSE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 LOST BLEND, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 LOST ON DRESS PARADE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 LOTUS IN THE BOTTLE, THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 LOVE, A SERVICE OF 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 LOVE-PHILTRE OF IKEY SCHOEN- 
 STELN, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 LOVER, A LICKPENNY 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 M 
 MACK, THE RANSOM OF 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 MADAME BO-PEEP OF THE 
 RANCHES 
 
 See: WTiirligigs 
 
 MADISON SQUARE ARABIAN 
 NIGHT, A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 MAGGIE, THE COMING-OUT OF 
 
 Set: Four Million, The 
 
 MAGI, THE GIFT OF THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 MAGNET, JEFF PETERS AS A PER 
 SONAL 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD KIN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 MAKING OF A NEW YORKER, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 MAMMON AND THE ARCHER 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 MAN ABOUT TOWN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 MAN HIGHER UP, THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MANAGEMENT, ON BEHALF OF THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 MARIONETTES, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 MAROONED, THE OCTOPUS 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 MARQUIS AND Miss SALLY, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 MARRY MONTH OF MAY, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 MARTIN BURNEY, TRANSFORMA 
 TION OF 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 MASQUERADE, A MIDSUMMER 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MASTERS OF ARTS 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 MATRIMONY, THE EXACT SCIENCE 
 
 OF 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MATTER OF MEAN ELEVATION, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 MAY, THE MARRY MONTH OF 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 MAZE, MONEY 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 MEAN ELEVATION, A MATTER OF 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 MEMENTO, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 MEMOIRS OF A YELLOW DOG 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 MIDSUMMER KNIGHT S DREAM, A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 MIDSUMMER MASQUERADE, A 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MIGNOT, UNPUBLISHED POEMS OF 
 DAVID 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny, Chap. I. 
 
 MILLION, THE FOUR 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 MIRACLE, AN AFTERNOON 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 Miss SALLY, THE MARQUIS AND 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 MISSING CHORD, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 MODERN RURAL SPORTS 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MOMENT OF VICTORY, THE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 MOMUS, HOSTAGES TO 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 MONEY MAZE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 MONEY, THE DISCOUNTERS OF 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 MONTH OF MAY, THE MARRY 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 MORNING, Fox IN THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 MORPHEUS, AT ARMS WITH 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 MUNICIPAL REPORT, A 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 MURIEL, JIMMIE HAYES AND 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 MYSTERY OF THE RUE DE PEY- 
 CHAUD, THE, OR TRACKED TO 
 DOOM 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 N 
 
 NATURE, AN ADJUSTMENT OF 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 NEMESIS AND THE CANDY MAN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 NEW ARABIA, A NIGHT IN 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 NEW ORLEANS, STORIES OF 
 
 See: Locality, S. V. The South 
 
 NEW YORK BY CAMPFIRE LIGHT 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 59 
 
 NEW YORK, ELSIE m 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 NEW YORK, STORIES OF 
 
 See: Locality 
 
 NEW YORKER, THE MAKING OF 
 
 A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 NEWSPAPER STORY, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 "NEXT TO READING MATTEB" 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 NIGHT IN NEW ARABIA, A 
 
 See: Strictly Businesss 
 
 NIGHT, THE CITY OF DREADFUL 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 No STORY 
 
 See: Options 
 
 No. 2692, BEXAR SCRIPT 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 NOIR, ROUGE ET 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 NUMBER Two, CUPID S EXILE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 O 
 
 3. HENRY, POEM BY JAMES WHIT- 
 COMB RILEY 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 OCTOBER AND JUNE 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 OCTOPUS MAROONED, THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 ON BEHALF OF THE MANAGEMENT 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ONE DOLLAR S WORTH 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 "ONE ROSE I TWINED WITHIN 
 YOUR HAIR" 
 
 First line of Poem entitled, "The 
 Four Roses" in Roses, Ruses 
 
 and Romance, a story hi "The 
 Voice of the City" 
 
 ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 OPTIONS SHORT STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 "The Rose of Dixie" 
 
 The Third Ingredient 
 
 The Hiding of Black Bill 
 
 Schools and Schools 
 
 Thimble, Thimble 
 
 Supply and Demand 
 
 Buried Treasure 
 
 To Him Who Waits 
 
 He Also Serves 
 
 The Moment of Victory 
 
 The Head-Hunter 
 
 No Story 
 
 The Higher Pragamatism 
 
 Best Seller 
 
 Rus in Urbe 
 
 A Poor Rule 
 
 ORDER, LAW AND 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 O RooN, THE BADGE OF POLICE 
 MAN 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 OTHER FELLOW, HELPING THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 OVERSHOT WHEEL, THE CHURCH 
 WITH AN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 P 
 
 PALM, THE SHAMROCK AND THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 PALM, TOBIN S 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 PANCAKES, THE PIMIENTA 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 PARAMOUNT, THE FLAG 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 PASSING OF BLACK EAGLE, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 PAST ONE AT ROONEY : S 
 
 See: StricMy Business 
 
6o 
 
 0. HENRY INDEX 
 
 PEACE, THE ROBE OF 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PEASANT, THE POET AND THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PENDULUM, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 PERSONAL MAGNET, JEFF PETERS 
 AS A 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 PETERS, JEFF 
 
 See: Jeff Peters 
 
 PHILANTHROMATHEMATICS, THE 
 CHAIR OF 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 PHILISTINE m BOHEMIA, A 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 PHOEBE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 PHONOGRAPH AND THE GRAFT, 
 THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 PIG, THE ETHICS OF 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 PIMIENTA PANCAKES, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 PLAY, THE THING S THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PLUNKVILLE PATRIOT, THE 
 
 Humorous page in "The Rolling 
 Stone." For photographs of this page 
 see Rolling Stones 
 
 PLUTONIAN FIRE, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 POEMS BY O. HENRY 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 Titles: 
 The Pewee 
 Nothing to Say 
 The Murderer 
 Some Postscripts 
 Two Portraits 
 
 A Contribution 
 
 The Old Farm 
 
 Vanity 
 
 The Lullaby 
 
 Chanson de B< 
 
 Hard to Forget 
 
 Drop a Tear in this Slot 
 
 Tamales 
 
 POET AND THE PEASANT, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 POLICEMAN O RooN, THE BADGE 
 OF 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 POLICY OF COMPANY 99, THE 
 FOREIGN 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 POLITICAL INTRIGUE, A SUC 
 CESSFUL 
 
 See: Tictocq in Rolling Stones 
 
 POOR RULE, A 
 
 See: Options 
 
 PORTER FAMILY, RECORD OF 
 BIRTHS AND DEATHS 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 PORTRAITS OF O. HENRY AT VAR 
 IOUS AGES 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 PRAGMATISM, THE HIGHER 
 
 See: Options 
 
 PRESIDENT, A SNAPSHOT AT THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 PRIDE OF THE CITIES, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 PRINCE, A CHAPARRAL 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 PRINCESS AND THE PUMA, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 PRISONER OF ZEMBLA, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 PROEM, THE: BY THE CARPENTER 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 61 
 
 PROFILE, THE ENCHANTED 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 PROOF OF THE PUDDING 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PSYCHE AND THE PSKYSCRAPER 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PUDDING, PROOF OF THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 PULSE, LET ME FEEL YOUR 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 PUMA, THE PRINCESS AND THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 PURPLE DRESS, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 QUANTITY, THE UNKNOWN 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 QUERIES AND ANSWERS 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 RAMBLE IN APHASH, A 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 RANCHES, MADAME BO-PEEP OF 
 
 THE 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 RANSOM OF MACK, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 RATHSKELLER AND THE ROSE, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 "READING MATTER, NEXT TO" 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 RECALLS, Two 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 RED CHIEF, THE RANSOM OF 
 
 Set: Whirligigs 
 
 REFORMATION, A RETRIEVED 
 
 Dramatized as "Alias Jimmy Valen 
 tine" 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 REFORMATION OF CALLIOPE, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 REMNANTS OF THE CODE, THE 
 
 Set: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 RENAISSANCE AT CHARLEROI, THE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 RENEGADES, Two 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 REPORT, A MUNICIPAL 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 REPRODUCTIONS OF MANUSCRIPT 
 AND PAGES FROM THE PLUNK- 
 VILLE PATRIOT AS PRINTED BY 
 O. HENRY IN THE ROLLING 
 STONE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 RESURGENT, THE DAY 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 RETRIEVED REFORMATION, A 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 RHELNSCHLOSS, THE HALBERDIER 
 OF THE LITTLE 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 RILES THE WORLD, THE HAND 
 
 THAT 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 ROAD, THE LONESOME 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 ROADS OF DESTINY SHORT STOR 
 IES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 Roads of Destiny 
 
 The Guardian of the Accolade 
 
 The Discounters of Money 
 
 The Enchanted Profile 
 
 "Next to Reading Matter" 
 
 Art and the Bronco 
 
 Phoebe 
 
62 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 A Double-Dyed Deceiver 
 
 The Passing of Black Eagle 
 
 A Retrieved Reformation 
 
 Cherchez la Femme 
 
 Friends in San Rosario 
 
 The Fourth in Salvador 
 
 The Emancipation of Billy 
 
 The Enchanted Kiss 
 
 A Departmental Case 
 
 The Renaissance at Charleroi 
 
 On Behalf of the Management 
 
 Whistling Dick s Christmas Stock- 
 
 ing 
 The Halberdier of the Little Rhein- 
 
 schloss 
 
 Two Renegades 
 The Lonesome Road 
 
 ROADS WE TAKE, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 ROBE OF PEACE, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 ROLLING STONE, THE 0. 
 HENRY S NEWSPAPER PUB 
 LISHED IN AUSTIN, TEXAS 
 
 Extracts: 
 
 Tictocq 
 
 Tracked to Doom, or The Mystery 
 of the Rue de Peychaud 
 
 A Snapshot at the President 
 
 Aristocracy versus Hash 
 
 The Prisoner of Zembla 
 
 Fickle Fortune or How Gladys 
 Hustled 
 
 An Apology 
 
 Bexar Script No. 2692 
 
 Queries and Answers 
 
 All of the above will be found in the vol 
 ume entitled Rolling Stones 
 
 ROLLING STONES (illustrated) 
 
 Stories and Sketches and Poems col 
 lected from various magazines, from 
 "The Rolling Stone," O. Henry s 
 Texas newspaper, and from hitherto 
 unpublished manuscripts 
 
 Contents: 
 
 Portrait of O. Henry 
 
 O. Henry Poem by James Whit- 
 comb Riley 
 
 Introduction by H. P. Steger 
 
 Records of Births and Deaths in 
 the Porter Family Bible 
 
 The Dream Unfinished. The last 
 work of O. Henry 
 
 A Ruler of Men 
 
 The Atavism of John Tom Little Bear 
 
 Helping the Other Fellow 
 
 The Marionettes 
 
 The Marquis and Miss Sally 
 A Fog in Santone 
 The Friendly Call 
 
 A Dinner at 
 
 Sound and Fury Dialogue 
 Tictocq (from "The Rolling Stone") 
 Tracked to Doom, or the Mystery 
 
 of the Rue de Peychaud (from 
 
 "The Rolling Stone") 
 A Snapshot at the President (Edi 
 torial in "The Rolling Stone") 
 An Unfinished Christmas Story 
 The Unprofitable Servant Unfin 
 ished 
 Aristocracy versus Hash (from "The 
 
 Rolling Stone") 
 The Prisoner of Zembla (from "The 
 
 Rolling Stone") 
 A Strange Story (from "The Rolling 
 
 Stone") 
 Fickle Fortune or How Gladys 
 
 Hustled (from "The Rolling 
 
 Stone") 
 An Apology (from "The Rolling 
 
 Stone") 
 Lord Oakhurst s Curse (sent in a 
 
 letter to Dr. Beall, Greensboro, N. 
 
 C. in 1883) 
 Bexar Script No. 2692 (from "The 
 
 Rolling Stone") 
 Queries and Answers (from "The 
 
 Rolling Stone") 
 
 Poems: 
 
 The Pewee 
 Nothing to Say 
 The Murderer 
 Some Postscripts 
 
 Two Portraits 
 
 A Contribution 
 
 The Old Farm 
 
 Vanity 
 
 The Lullaby Boy 
 
 Chanson de Bohfeme 
 
 Hard to Forget 
 Drop a Tear in this Slot 
 
 Tamales 
 
 Letters 
 
 To Mr. Gilman Hall of Everybody s 
 
 Magazine 
 To Mrs. Hall of North Carolina, an 
 
 early letter 
 To Dr. W. P. Beall, an old friend in 
 
 North Carolina a humorous letter 
 
 about a play he has written 
 Two more letters to Dr. Beall 
 Four Letters to Dave Mr. David 
 
 Harrell 
 
 Parable Letter 
 
 TwoLetters toHis Daughter Margaret 
 To Mr. Cosgrove of Everybody s 
 
 Magazine 
 To Mr. Gilman Hall about his 
 
 approaching marriage to Miss Sara 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 63 
 
 Lindsay Coleman, of Asheville, 
 S. C. 
 
 To Colonel Griffith 
 
 Two Letters to Mr. Al. Jennings of 
 Oklahoma, who in his youth held 
 up trains 
 
 To Mr. H. P. Steger about the title 
 of one of his stories 
 
 To Mr. Steger unfinished letter 
 about a novel he wanted to write. 
 
 Two letters to Mr. Al. Jennings about 
 the material for "Holding up a 
 Train" (see Sixes and Sevens) 
 which Mr. Jennings had supplied 
 from personal experience. 
 Cartoons 
 
 Original by O. Henry see Sketches 
 facing pages 29, 48, 49, 64, 65, 
 80, 81, 06, 97, 249 and inserts be 
 tween pages 232 and 233. 
 Photographs 
 
 Last Photograph. See frontispiece 
 
 At the age of two, facing page 20 
 
 With Three Friends, facing page 21 
 
 In Austin, 1896, facing page 28 
 
 Photographs of Documents found 
 in O. Henry s belongings after his 
 death 
 
 Credentials which the boy Will 
 Porter took to Texas, facing pages 
 112 and 113 
 
 A page of "The Plunkville Patriot," 
 facing pages 128, 1 60 and 176 and 
 inserts between pages 248 and 
 249 
 
 Pages of "The Rolling Stone," facing 
 pages 129, 161, 177, 232 
 
 Manuscript of a letter to his daughter, 
 Margaret, facing page 248 
 
 ROMANCE OF A BUSY BROKER, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ROMANCE, ROSES, RUSES AND 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ROMANCE, SUITE HOMES AND 
 THEIR 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 ROOM, THE FURNISHED 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ROOM, THE SKYLIGHT 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 RODNEY S, PAST ONE AT 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 "ROSE OF DIXIE, THE" 
 
 See: Options 
 
 ROSE, THE RATHSKELLER AND THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ROSES, RUSES AND ROMANCE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 ROSES, THE FOUR VERSE 
 
 See: Roses, Ruses and Romance 
 
 ROUGE ET XOIR 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 ROUNDS, BETWEEN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 RUBAIYAT OF A SCOTCH HlGH- 
 BALL, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 RUBBER, A COMEDY LN 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 RUE DE PEYCHAUD, THE MYS 
 TERY OF THE, OR TRACKED TO 
 DOOM 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 RULE, A POOR 
 
 See: Options 
 
 RULER OF MEN, A 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 RULING, GEORGIA S 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 RURAL SPORTS, MODERN 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 Rus IN URBE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 RUSES, ROSES AND ROMANCE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 S 
 
 SABLES, VANITY AND SOME 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 SACRIFICE HIT, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 SALVADOR, THE FOURTH LN 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 SAN ROSARIO, FRIENDS IN 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 SANTONE, A FOG IN 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLS 
 
 See: Options 
 
 SCIENCE OF MATRIMONY, THE 
 EXACT 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 SCOTCH HIGHBALL, THE RUBAIYAT 
 OF A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 SCRIPT No 2692, BEXAR 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 SEASON, COMPLIMENTS OF THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 SEATS OF THE HAUGHTY 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 SERGE AND STRAW, SOCIOLOGY IN 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 SERGEANT, THE SONG AND THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 SERVANT, THE UNPROFITABLE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 SERVES, HE ALSO 
 
 See: Options 
 
 SERVICE OF LOVE, A 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 SHAMROCK AND THE PALM, THE 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 SHAMROCK JOLNES 
 
 A character occurring in The Sleuths 
 and also in The Adventures of 
 Shamrock Jolnes 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 SHEARING THE WOLF 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 SHIPS 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 SHOCKS OF DOOM, THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 SHOES 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 SISTERS OF THE GOLDEN CIRCLE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 SIXES AND SEVENS SHORT STO 
 RIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 The Last of the Troubadours 
 
 The Sleuths 
 
 Witches Loaves 
 
 The Pride of the Cities 
 
 Holding Up a Train 
 
 Ulysses and the Dogman 
 
 The Champion of the Weather 
 
 Makes the Whole World Kin 
 
 At Arms with Morpheus 
 
 The Ghost of a Chance 
 
 Jimmie Hayes and Muriel 
 
 The Door of Unrest 
 
 The Duplicity of Hargraves 
 
 Let Me Feel Your Pulse 
 
 October and June 
 
 The Church with an Overshot 
 
 Wheel 
 
 New York by Campfire Light 
 The Adventures of Shamrock Jolnes 
 The Lady Higher Up 
 The Greater Coney 
 Law and Order 
 
 Transformation of Martin Burney 
 The Caliph and the Cad 
 The Diamond of Kali 
 The Day We Celebrate 
 
 SKYLIGHT ROOM, THE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 SLEUTHS, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 SMITH 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 SNAPSHOT AT THE PRESIDENT, A 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 SOCIAL TRIANGLE, THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 SOCIOLOGY IN SERGE AND STRAW 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
0. HENRY INDEX 
 
 SOLITO, HYGEIA AT THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 SONG AND THE SERGEANT, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 SOUL, THE EASTER OF THE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 SOUND AND FURY DIALOGUE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 SOUTH AMERICA, STORIES OF 
 
 See: Locality 
 
 SOUTH, STORIES OF THE 
 
 See: Locality 
 
 "SPECK IN GARNERED FRUIT, LIT 
 TLE" 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 SPHINX APPLE, THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 SPORTS, MODERN RURAL 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 SPRINGTIME A LA CARTE 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 SQUARING THE CIRCLE 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 STEGER, H. P. 
 
 Personal friend of O. Henry s who 
 edited Rolling Stones and wrote 
 the introduction to the last col 
 lection of his works. 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 STORY, AN UNFINISHED 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 STRANGE STORY, A 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 STRAW, SOCIOLOGY IN SERGE AND 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 STRICTLY BUSINESS S H o R T 
 STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 Strictly Business 
 The Gold that Glittered 
 
 Babes in the Jungle 
 The Day Resurgent 
 The Fifth Wheel 
 The Poet and the Peasant 
 The Robe of Peace 
 The Girl and the Graft 
 The Call of the Tame 
 The Unknown Quantity 
 The Thing s the Play 
 A Ramble in Aphasia 
 A Municipal Report 
 Psyche and the Pskyscraper 
 A Bird of Bagdad 
 Compliments of the Season 
 A Night in New Arabia 
 The Girl and the Habit 
 Proof of the Pudding 
 Past One at Rooney s 
 The Venturers 
 The Duel 
 "What You Want" 
 
 SUCCESS, THE ASSESSOR OF 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 SUCCESSFUL POLITICAL INTRIGUE, 
 A 
 
 See: Tictocq in Rolling Stones 
 
 SUITE HOMES AND THEIR RO 
 MANCE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 SUPPLY AND DEMAND 
 
 See: Options 
 
 TAINTED TENNER, THE TALE OF A 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 TAME, THE CALL OF THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 TECHNICAL ERROR, A 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 TELEMACHUS, FRIEND 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 TEMPERED WIND, A 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 TENNER, THE TALE OF A TAINTED 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 TEXAS, STORIES OF 
 
 See: Locality, Stories of the West 
 
66 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 THANKSGIVING DAY GENTLEMEN, 
 Two 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 THEIR LIGHTS, ACCORDING TO 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 THEORY AND THE HOUND, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 THIMBLE, THIMBLE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 THING S THE PLAY, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 THIRD INGREDIENT, THE 
 
 See: Options 
 
 THOUSAND DOLLARS, ONE 
 
 See: Voice of the City. The 
 
 TlCTOCQ 
 
 Two French Detective Stories 
 A Successful Political Intrigue 
 Tracked to Doom 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 TILDY, THE BRIEF DEBUT OF 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 To HIM WHO WAITS 
 
 See: Options 
 
 TOBIN S PALM 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 TOMMY S BURGLAR 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 TRACKED TO DOOM, OR THE MYS 
 TERY OF THE RUE DE PEYCHAUD 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 TRAGEDY, A HARLEM 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 TRAGEDY, "THE GUILTY PARTY," 
 
 AN EAST SIDE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 TRAIN, HOLDING UP A 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 TBANSFORMATION OF 
 BURNEY, THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 MARTIN 
 
 TRANSIENTS IN ARCADIA 
 
 See: Vcice of the City, The 
 
 TREASURE, BUFIED 
 
 See: Options 
 
 TRIANGLE, THE SOCIAL 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 TRIMMED LAMP, THE SHORT 
 STORIES 
 
 Contents 
 
 The Trimmed Lamp 
 
 A Madison Square Arabian Night 
 
 The Rubaiyat of a Scotch Highball 
 
 The Pendulum 
 
 Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 
 
 The Assessor of Success 
 
 The Buyer from Cactus City 
 
 The Badge of Policeman O Roon 
 
 Brickdust Row 
 
 The Making of a New Yorker 
 
 Vanity and Some Sables 
 
 The Social Triangle 
 
 The Purple Dress 
 
 The Foreign Policy of Company go 
 
 The Lost Blend 
 
 A Harlem Tragedv 
 
 "The Guilty Party" An East Side 
 
 Tragedy 
 
 According to Their Lights 
 A Midsummer Knight s Dream 
 The Last Leaf 
 
 The Count and the Wedding Guest 
 The Country of Elusion 
 The Ferry of Unfulfilment 
 The Tale of a Tainted Tenner 
 Elsie in New York 
 
 TROUBADOURS, THE LAST OF THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 TWENTY YEARS. AFTER 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 Two RECALLS 
 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 Two RENEGADES 
 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 Two THANKSGIVING DAY GEN 
 TLEMEN 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 67 
 
 ULYSSES AND THE DOGMAN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 UNFINISHED CHRISTMAS STORY, 
 AN 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 UNFINISHED STORY, AN 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 , THE FERRY OF 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 UNKNOWN QUANTITY, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 UNPROFITABLE SERVANT, THE 
 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 UNREST, THE DOOR OP 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 URBE, Rus IN 
 
 See: Options 
 
 V 
 
 VALLEY JOHNSON, THE INDIAN 
 SUMMER OF DRY 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 VANITY AND SOME SABLES 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 
 VENTURERS, THE 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 VICTORY, THE MOMENT OF 
 
 See: Options 
 
 VlTAGRAPHOSCOPE, THE 
 See: Cabbages and Kings 
 
 VOICE OF THE CITY, THE SHORT 
 STORIES 
 
 Contents 
 
 The Voice of the City 
 
 The Complete Life of John Hopkins 
 
 A Lickpenny Lover 
 
 Dougherty s Eye-Opener 
 
 Little Speck in Garnered Fruit" 
 The Harbinger 
 While the Auto Waits 
 A Comedy in Rubber 
 
 One Thousand Dollars 
 
 The Defeat of the City 
 
 The Shocks of Doom 
 
 The Plutonian Fire 
 
 Nemesis and the Candy Man 
 
 Squaring the Circle 
 
 Roses, Ruses and Romance 
 
 The City of Dreadful Night 
 
 The Easter of the Soul 
 
 The Fool-Killer 
 
 Transients in Arcadia 
 
 The Rathskeller and the Rose 
 
 The Clarion Call 
 
 Extradited from Bohemia 
 
 A Philistine in Bohemia 
 
 From Each According to His Ability 
 
 The Memento 
 
 w 
 
 WATTS, To HIM WHO 
 
 See: Options 
 
 WAY, THE CABALLERO S 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 WEATHER, THE CHAMPION OF THE 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 WEDDING GUEST, THE COUNT AND 
 THE 
 
 See: Trimmed Lamp, The 
 WEST, HEART OF THE 
 
 See: Heart of the West 
 
 WEST, STORIES OF THE 
 
 See: Locality 
 "WHAT You WANT" 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 WHEEL, THE CHURCH WITH AN 
 OVERSHOT 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 WHEEL, THE FIFTH 
 
 See: Strictly Business 
 
 WHERE TO DINE WELL 
 
 See: A Dinner at in Rolling Stones 
 
 WHILE THE AUTO WAITS 
 
 See: Voice of the City, The 
 
 WHIRLIGIG OF LIFE, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
68 
 
 O. HENRY INDEX 
 
 WHIRLIGIGS SHORT STORIES 
 
 Contents: 
 
 The World and the Door 
 
 The Theory and the Hound 
 
 The Hypotheses of Failure 
 
 Galloway s Code 
 
 A Matter of Mean Elevation 
 
 "Girl" 
 
 Sociology in Serge and Straw 
 
 The Ransom of Red Chief 
 
 The Marry Month of May 
 
 A Technical Error 
 
 Suite Homes and their Romance 
 
 The Whirligig of Life 
 
 A Sacrifice Hit 
 
 The Roads We Take 
 
 A Blackjack Bargainer 
 
 The Song and the Sergeant 
 
 One Dollar s Worth 
 
 A Newspaper Story 
 
 Tommy s Burglar 
 
 A Chaparral Christmas Gift 
 
 A Little Local Color 
 
 Georgia s Ruling 
 
 Blind Man s Holiday 
 
 Madame Bo-Peep of the Ranches 
 
 WHISTLING DICK S CHRISTMAS 
 STOCKING 
 See: Roads of Destiny 
 
 WIND, A TEMPERED 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 WITCHES LOAVES 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 WOLF, SHEARING THE 
 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 WORLD AND THE DOOR, THE 
 
 See: Whirligigs 
 
 WORLD, MAKES THE WHOLE 
 KIN 
 
 See: Sixes and Sevens 
 
 WORLD, THE HAND THAT RILES 
 
 THE 
 See: Gentle Grafter, The 
 
 Y 
 
 YELLOW DOG, MEMOIRS OF A 
 
 See: Four Million, The 
 
 ZEMBLA, THE PRISONER OF 
 See: Rolling Stones 
 
 ADDENDA 
 
 WAIFS AND STRAYS Twelve Short Stories and a Collection of Critical 
 and Biographical Comment. 
 
 [CONTENTS: STORIES 
 
 THE RED ROSE OF TONIA HEARTS AND HANDS 
 
 ROUND THE CIRCLE 
 THE RUBBER PLANT S STORY 
 OUT OF NAZARETH 
 CONFESSIONS OF A HUMORIST 
 THE SPARROWS IN MADISON SQUARE 
 
 THE CACTUS 
 
 THE DETECTIVE DETECTOR 
 THE DOG AND THE PLAYLET 
 A LITTLE TALK ABOUT MOBS 
 THE SNOW MAN 
 
 CRITICAL AND BIOGRAPHICAL COMMENT 
 
 LITTLE PICTURES OF O. HENRY. By Arthur W. Page 
 
 THE KNIGHT IN DISGUISE. By Nicholas Vacbel Lindsay 
 
 THE AMAZING GENIUS OF O. HENRY. By Stephen Leacock 
 
 O. HENRY: An English View. By A. St. John Adcock 
 THE MISADVENTURES IN MUSICAL COMEDY OF O. HENRY AND 
 
 FRANKLIN P.ADAMS 
 
 O. HENRY IN HIS OWN BAGDAD. By George Jean Nathan 
 O. HENRY APOTHECARY. By Christopher Morley 
 
 O. HENRY. By William Lyon Pbelps 
 
 ABOUT NEW YORK WITH O HENRY. By Arthur B. Maurice 
 
 O. HENRY AND NEW ORLEANS. By Caroline Francis Richardson 
 
 "A YANKEE MAUPASSANT" A Summary of the Early Criticism 
 
 O. HENRY S SHORT STORIES. By Henry James Forman 
 
 THE O.HENRY INDEX 
 
The Books that O. Henry 
 Has Written 
 
 Cabbages and Kings 
 
 The Four Million 
 The Gentle Grafter 
 Heart of the West 
 
 Options 
 Roads of Destiny 
 
 Rolling Stones 
 
 Sixes and Sevens 
 
 Strictly Business 
 
 The Trimmed Lamp 
 
 The Voice of the City 
 
 Waifs and Strays 
 
 Whirligigs 
 
 
 IN CLOTH ONLY 
 
 The Gift of the Wise Men 
 Ransom of Red Chief and other O. Henry Stories for Boys 
 
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 Publishers Garden City, N. Y, 
 
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