CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
By BOOTH TARKINGTON
By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART
By GENE STRATTON-PORTER
By ZANE GREY
You Looked into Lightnin's Shrewdly Humorous Eyes, and YouSmiled—Smiled with Him
"Promise Me You Won't Sign the Deed" ... Bill Hesitated
Lightnin', in His Faded G. A. R. Uniform ... Listened Attentively
...He Took It from His Pocket, Saying, "Millie, I Want to Show YouSomething"
"Him?" the local postmaster of Calivada would say, in reply to yourquestion about the quaint little old man who had just ambled away fromthe desk with a bundle of letters stuffed in his pocket. "Why, that'sLightnin' Bill Jones! We call him Lightnin' because he ain't. Naturedidn't give no speed to Bill. No, sir, far as I know, Lightnin' 'ain'tnever done a day's work in his life—but there ain't none of us everthinks any the less of him for that! Bill's got a way with him, an' hekin tell some mighty good yarns. Lightnin's all right!"
And when you met Bill Jones you agreed with the postmaster. You lookedinto Lightnin's twinkling, shrewdly humorous eyes and you smiled—smiledwith him. You thought