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    The Madness of May
    The Madness of May
    The Madness of May
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    The Madness of May

    By Frederic Dorr Steele and Meredith Nicholson

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      The Madness of May - Frederic Dorr Steele

      The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Madness of May, by Meredith Nicholson, Illustrated by Frederic Dorr Steele

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: The Madness of May

      Author: Meredith Nicholson

      Release Date: June 19, 2008 [eBook #25837]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MADNESS OF MAY***

      E-text prepared by Roger Frank

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

      (http://www.pgdp.net)

      "I didn’t know it was your moon," he said.

      [Page 60]

      THE

      MADNESS OF MAY

      BY

      MEREDITH NICHOLSON

      WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

      FREDERIC DORR STEELE

      NEW YORK

      CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS

      1917

      Copyright, 1917, by

      CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS

      Published March, 1917

      TO

      MRS. CHARLES THOMAS KOUNTZE

      ILLUSTRATIONS

      THE MADNESS OF MAY

      I

      Billy Deering let himself into his father’s house near Radford Hills, Westchester County, and with a nod to Briggs, who came into the hall to take his hat and coat, began turning over the letters that lay on the table.

      Mr. Hood has arrived, sir, the servant announced. I put him in the south guest-room.

      Deering lifted his head with a jerk. Hood—what Hood?

      Mr. Hood is all I know, sir. He said he was expected—you had asked him for the night. If there’s a mistake——

      Deering reached for his hat and coat, which Briggs still held. His face whitened, and the outstretched hand shook visibly. Briggs eyed him with grave concern, then took a step toward the stairway.

      If you wish, sir——

      Never mind, Briggs, Deering snapped. It’s all right. I’d forgotten I had a guest coming; that’s all.

      He opened a letter with assumed carelessness and held it before his eyes until the door closed upon Briggs. Then his jaws tightened. He struck his hands together and mounted the steps doggedly, as though prepared for a disagreeable encounter.

      All the way out on the train he had feared that this might happen. The long arm of the law was already clutching at his collar, but he had not reckoned with this quick retribution. The presence of the unknown man in the house could be explained on no other hypothesis than the discovery of his theft of two hundred thousand dollars in gilt-edged bonds from the banking-house of Deering, Gaylord & Co. It only remained for him to kill himself and escape from the shame that would follow exposure. He must do this at once, but first he would see who had been sent to apprehend him. Hood was an unfamiliar name; he had never known a Hood anywhere, he was confident of that.

      The house was ominously quiet. Deering paused when he reached his own room, glanced down the hall, then opened the door softly, and fell back with a gasp before the blaze of lights. There, lost in the recesses of a comfortable chair, with his legs thrown across the mahogany table, sat a man he had never seen before.

      Ah, Deering; very glad you’ve come, murmured the stranger, glancing up unhurriedly from his perusal of a newspaper.

      He had evidently been reading for some time, as the floor was littered with papers. At this instant something in the page before him caught his attention and he deftly extracted a quarter of a column of text, pinched it with the scissors’ points and dropped it on a pile of similar cuttings on the edge of the table.

      Just a moment! he remarked in the tone of a man tolerant of interruptions, and do pardon me for mussing up your room. I liked it better here than in the pink room your man gave me—no place there to put your legs! Creature of habit; can’t rest without sticking my feet up.

      He opened a fresh newspaper and ran his eyes over the first page with the trained glance of an expert exchange reader.

      The Minneapolis papers are usually worthless for my purposes, and yet occasionally they print something I wouldn’t miss. I’m the best friend the ‘buy your home paper’ man has, he ran on musingly, skimming the page and ignoring Deering, who continued to stare in stupefied amazement from the doorway. Ah!

      The scissors flashed and the unknown added another item to his collection.

      That’s all, he remarked with a sigh. He dropped his feet to the floor, rose, and lazily stretched himself.

      Tall, compactly built, a face weather-beaten where the flesh showed above a close-clipped brownish beard, and hair, slightly gray, brushed back smoothly from a broad forehead—these items Deering noted swiftly as he dragged himself across the threshold.

      Really, a day like this would put soul into a gargoyle, the stranger remarked, brushing the paper-shavings from his trousers. Motored up from Jersey and had a grand time all the way. I walk, mostly, but commandeer a machine for long skips. To learn how to live, my dear boy, that’s the great business! Not sure I’ve caught the trick, but I’m working at it, with such feeble talents as the gods have bestowed.

      He filled a pipe deftly from a canvas bag, and drew the strings together with white, even teeth.

      This cool, lounging stranger was playing a trick of some kind; Deering was confident of this and furious at his utter inability to cope with him. He clung to the back of a chair, trembling with anger.

      My name, the visitor continued, tossing his match into an ash-tray, is Hood—R. Hood. The lone initial might suggest Robert or Roderigo, but if your nursery library was properly stocked you will recall a gentleman named Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest. I don’t pretend to be a descendant—far from it; adopted the name out of sheer admiration for one of the grandest figures in all literature. Robin Hood, Don Quixote, and George Borrow are rubricated saints in my calendar. By the expression on your face I see that you don’t make me out, and I can’t blame you for thinking me insane; but, my dear boy, such an assumption does me a cruel wrong. Briefly, I’m a hobo with a weakness for good society, and yet a friend of the under dog. I confess to a passion for grand opera and lobster in all its forms. Do you grasp the idea?

      Deering did not grasp it. The man had protested his sanity, but Deering had heard somewhere that a confident belief in their mental soundness is a common hallucination of lunatics. Still, the stranger’s steady gray eyes did not encourage the suspicion that he was mad. Deering’s own reason, already severely taxed, was unequal to the task of dealing with this assured and cheerful Hood, who looked like a gentleman but talked like a fool.

      For God’s sake, who are you and what do you want? he demanded angrily.

      Hood pushed him gently into a chair, utterly ignoring his fury.

      "What time do we dine? Seven-thirty, I think your servant told me. I shan’t dress

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