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       B. M. Bower

      Starr, of the Desert

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664616326

       STARR, OF THE DESERT

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      CHAPTER

      I A COMMONPLACE MAN WAS PETER

      II IN WHICH PETER DISCOVERS A WAY OUT

      III VIC SHOULD WORRY

      IV STARR WOULD LIKE TO KNOW

      V A GREASE SPOT IN THE SAND

      VI "DARN SUCH A COUNTRY!"

      VII MOONLIGHT, A MAN AND A SONG

      VIII HOLMAN SOMMERS, SCIENTIST

      IX PAT, A NICE DOGGUMS

      X THE TRAIL OF SILVERTOWN CORDS

      XI THE WIND BLOWS MANY STRAWS

      XII STARR FINDS SOMETHING IN A SECRET ROOM

      XIII HELEN MAY SIGHS FOR ROMANCE

      XIV A SHOT FROM THE PINNACLE

      XV HELEN MAY UNDERSTANDS

      XVI STARR SEES TOO LITTLE OR TOO MUCH

      XVII "IS HE THEN DEAD—MY SON?"

      XVIII A PAGE OF WRITING

      XIX HOLMAN SOMMERS TURNS PROPHET

      XX STARR DISCOVERS THINGS

      XXI THROUGH THE OPEN SKYLIGHT

      XXII STARR TAKES ANOTHER PRISONER

      STARR, OF THE DESERT

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      A COMMONPLACE MAN WAS PETER

      Daffodils were selling at two bits a dozen in the flower stand beside the New Era Drug Store. Therefore Peter Stevenson knew that winter was over, and that the weather would probably "settle." There would be the spring fogs, of course—and fog did not agree with Helen May since that last spell of grippe. Peter decided that he would stop and see the doctor again, and ask him what he thought of a bungalow out against the hills behind Hollywood; something cheap, of course—and within the five-cent limit on the street cars; something with a sleeping porch that opened upon a pleasanter outlook than your neighbor's back yard. If Helen May would then form the habit of riding to and from town on the open end of the cars, that would help considerably; in fact, the longer the ride the better it would be for Helen May. The air was sweet and clean out there toward the hills. It would be better for Vic, too. It would break up that daily habit of going out to see "the boys" as soon as he had swallowed his dinner.

      Peter finished refilling the prescription on which he was working, and went out to see if he were needed in front. He sold a lip-stick to a pert miss who from sheer instinct made eyes at him, and he wished that Helen May had such plump cheeks—though he thanked God she had not the girl's sophisticated eyes. (Yes, a bungalow out there against the hills ought to do a lot for Helen May.) He glanced up at the great clock and unconsciously compared his cheap watch with it, saw that in ten minutes he would be free for the day, and bethought him to telephone the doctor and make sure of the appointment. He knew that Helen May had seen the doctor at noon, since she had given Peter her word that she would go, and since she never broke a promise. He would find out just what the doctor thought.

      When he returned from the 'phone, a fat woman wanted peroxide, and she was quite sure the bottle he offered was smaller than the last two-bit bottle she had bought. Peter very kindly and patiently discussed the matter with her, and smiled and bowed politely when she finally decided to try another place. His kidneys were hurting him again. He wondered if Helen May would remember that he must not eat heavy meats, and would get something else for their dinner.

      He glanced again at the clock. He had four minutes yet to serve. He wondered why the doctor had seemed so eager to see him. He had a vague feeling of uneasiness, though the doctor had not spoken more than a dozen words. At six he went behind the mirrored partition and got his topcoat and hat; said good night to such clerks as came in his way, and went out and bought a dozen daffodils from the Greek flower-vendor. All day he had been arguing with himself because

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