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ELLEN LEVIS _A NOVEL_ BY ELSIE SINGMASTER _Author of "Katy Gaumer," "Basil Everman," etc._
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY _The Riverside Press Cambridge_ 1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY ELSIE SINGMASTER LEWARS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE . MASSACHUSETTS U . S . A
XXIX. GRANDFATHER AND AMOS MAKE DISCOVERIES 217
XXXIII. ELLEN UNDERTAKES TO CONQUER HERSELF 242
On a dismal day in March, four years before Ellen Levis was born or dreamed of, the slight acquaintance of Stephen Lanfair and Edward Levis was quickened by an unpleasant incident into friendship. Both attended the University Medical School in Philadelphia and both were ambitious, but there the resemblance between them ended. Stephen, an underclassman, the only son of a physician, had been started early and well in his career, and was the youngest student; Levis, a Senior, had fended for himself and was almost the oldest. Stephen had an allowance which was not large, but which sufficed for all necessities and some luxuries; Levis had only that which he earned by tutoring, and by acting as substitute instructor, laboratory assistant, and editor of the _Students' Quarterly_. Their acquaintance began when Stephen, wishing to win a place on the editorial board of the _Quarterly_, and conferring with Levis, had been invited by him to become a contributor to the next issue.
On the morning of that dismal March day Stephen sat, far from Philadelphia, in the room which had been his father's office in Chestnut Ridge, a coal-mining town above Wilkes-Barre, waiting until it was time for the train which should take him back to the Medical School which he had left to attend his father in his last illness.
He looked drearily and absent-mindedly out into the thick mist which hid all but the immediate neighborhood, a dirty, unpaved street, a stretch of sidewalk made of powdery black culm, and the front of a large dim building, the "company store." He saw not only what the mist revealed, but what it hid, a continuation of the dreary street, running between a black hill and a blacker culm bank, and terminating in a towering breaker, shapeless and hideous in design. There was no color in the landscape; all was a dense black or a soft, woolly gray. The company store had once been painted red, but the red had long ago been overlaid by black.