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Title: Where the Souls of Men are Calling

Author: Credo Harris
John R. Neill

Release Date: October 7, 2008 [EBook #26835]

Language: English

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WHERE THE SOULS
OF MEN
ARE CALLING

BY
CREDO HARRIS

_Frontispiece by_
JOHN R. NEILL

NEW YORK
BRITTON PUBLISHING COMPANY

Copyright, 1918

By

BRITTON PUBLISHING COMPANY

All Rights Reserved

Made in U. S. A.

* * * * *

TO MAUD BLANC HARRIS

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WHERE THE SOULS OF MEN ARE CALLING

CHAPTER I

Hillsdale is "somewhere in the United States of America"--but there are
hundreds of Hillsdales!

This particular Hillsdale is no less, no more, than the others. It
contains the usual center of business activity clustering about a rather
modern hotel. One of its livery stables has been remodelled into a
moving-picture house, the other into a garage; one of its newspapers has
become a daily, the other still holds to a Friday issue. In its outlying
districts will be found hitching racks before the stores. Altogether,
Hillsdale might be said to be "on the fence," with one leg toward
progressiveness, the other still lingering in the past.

Its residences have not grown beyond the rambling, mellow kind, that
drowse in poetic languor amidst flowering vines and trees. These trees,
that also line the streets, meeting in cathedral arches overhead, might
be stately elms of New England, poplars of the middle-west, or live-oaks
of the south; for it must be strictly borne in mind that Hillsdale is
"somewhere in the United States."

One mild day in early April, 1917, in the side yard of a corner hous