The Argosy, Vol. 82 No. 4 — page 198: what you’re looking at

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Editor URSUING the theme opened up for discussion in the Log-Book last month, I cannot P forbear quoting a paragraph I find in a Boston paper, to wit: New York State is given credit, in the United States census estimates, for more than one-tenth of the nation’s total population. This, of course, entitles New York to a degree of consideration greater than that which might reasonably be hoped for”by any of the sister States; but it hardly explains why the rest of the country should be expected to devote so much of its time to admiration of the New York City sky-line. Reference, of course, is made to the propensity of people from the outlying districts, to say nothing of the middle West and the Pacific Coast, to hike to Manhattan with the intention of “ hitting it up on Broadway.” This is the alleged New York life, lived chiefly by persons from other cities, that is most generally reflected in stories. Seeking to show you that the Tenderloin and the Rialto make up only a small por- tion of the greatest city in the world, I am giving you this month a novel about life across the Harlem River in the Bronx. Next month we will show you another section of the big town, the Washington Heights region, one full of historical associations, which, however, will not be touched upon in “HAMPTON OF THE HEIGHTS” BY JOSEPH IVERS LAWRENCE Author of *‘The Heir to Three Millions” This is a mystery story of the first water. In fact, it begins on the waters of the Hudson when a canoe overturns off Fort Washington Point. Any one starting in on the first chapter without first having read this announcement might fancy the scene laid far away in some such forest region as the Adirondacks. So you see. it’s an altogether different New York City story from any to which the magazines have accustomed you. Don’t fail to read it. It will surely fascinate you whether you live on Washington Heights, New York; Nob Hill, San Francisco, or in the Mississippi Valley. We make a big jump across the continent with our next actual place story. Full announcement next month; meantime in August we start a new Serial, “HIS ISLE OF REFUGE” BY FRED C. SMALE a story without a hero. Of course, there are men in it; in fact, the characters are most- ly men, but there is no hero in the usual acceptation of the term, by so much making the tale a real novelty. The scene starts in the West in the depths of a hunting region, where one man turns on his friend with a bold demand. The action shifts East, then out to an isle in the ocean, where events unusual even for desert island yarns take place. 764 CORMICLOOOKS (C@