OW, WITH LOWERED EYES"
"'I HEREBY PRONOUNCE YUH MAN AND WIFE!'"
GREETING THE PILGRIMS.
GEORGE WASHINGTON GLOVER.
THE MOTHER CHURCH IN BOSTON.
"'I'SE JUS 'BLIGE WHUP 'IM ALL DE WAY TER SCHOOL'"
"I KIN GET 'EM YERE, EF YER WANTS."
"TWO SMALL FIGURES PUSHED THEIR WAY INTO THE ROOM"
"THAT LITTLE BOY, SMILED THE ROSY-CHEEKED GENTLEMAN"
MAJOR-GENERAL O. O. HOWARD.
A PHOTOGRAPH OF GENERAL HOWARD.
MAJOR-GENERAL H. W. SLOCUM FROM A WAR-TIME PHOTOGRAPH.
MAJOR-GENERAL H. W. SLOCUM BEFORE HIS DEATH IN 1894.
MAJOR-GENERAL E. R. S. CANBY.
SENATOR WILLIAM LEWIS SHARKEY.
"HE COULD HEAR THE CRASH, SEE THE GREAT BOW SINKING"
"FIRST A MAGNIFICENT YELLOW HEAD EMERGES, THEN THE LONG, LITHE BODY"
HOWDAH ELEPHANT TRAINING MADE EASY.
LAST WALL OF DEFENSE.
SLAYER OF SEVENTY-SIX NATIVES LAID LOW AT LAST.
TIGRESS ALSO IS SLAIN.
"'WADICAL!'"
"AN UNTIDY MIDGET FOLLOWING CLOSELY AT HIS HEELS"
"HOPE CAROLINA, FROM HER MARVELOUS BED, COULD SEE EVERYTHING."
"FOREVER TURNING BACK TO KISS HIM...."
"IT WAS THE QUAINT CUSTOM ... TO FOLLOW MOURNERS ... FROM THE GRAVE"
PAUL MILYUKOV.
P. A. STOLYPIN.
THE AUDREY ARMS, OXBRIDGE, MIDDLESEX.
ELLEN TERRY AS "OLIVIA."
ELLEN TERRY AS OLIVIA.
HENRY IRVING AS THE VICAR.
H. BEERBOHM TREE.
ELEANORA DUSE WITH LENBACH'S CHILD.
ELLEN TERRY AS ELLALINE IN "THE AMBER HEART."
HENRY IRVING AS MEPHISTOPHELES IN "FAUST."
ELLEN TERRY.
ELLEN TERRY'S FAVOURITE PHOTOGRAPH AS OLIVIA.
ELLEN TERRY AS OLIVIA AND HENRY IRVING AS THE VICAR.
ELLEN TERRY AS MARGUERITE IN "FAUST."
"MRS. LEVERICH BOWED INCIDENTALLY"
"WITH EYES FOR NOBODY ELSE"
"FLOWERS AND CHILDREN--CHILDREN AND FLOWERS!"
"'THE LITTLE SPIDER WON'T HURT YOU'"
"'NEVER LET HIM COME HERE AGAIN--NEVER, NEVER!'"

[Illustration: "FOR FOUR LONG SUMMER MONTHS OF DUST AND HEAT CASSIDY
HAD BEEN A FREIGHTER."]

McCLURE'S MAGAZINE

VOL. XXXI MAY, 1908 No. 1

THE MISADVENTURES OF CASSIDY

BY EDWARD S. MOFFAT

ILLUSTRATIONS BY N.C. WYETH

Cassidy gazed long and blankly across the desert. "Wot a life!" he
muttered grimly. "Say, _wot_ a life this is!" Cassidy made the words
by putting his tongue against his set teeth and forcibly wrenching the
sounds out by the roots. The words had been a long time in the making,
but now, because of the infinite sourness of their birth and because
of the acrid grinding and gritting that had been going on in the dark
recesses