The Port of Adventure

								


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THE PORT OF ADVENTURE

By
Charles Norris Williamson
and
Alice Muriel Williamson

1913
Published in Great Britain under the title: The Love Pirate.

BY THE SAME AUTHORS



    LORD LOVELAND DISCOVERS AMERICA

    ROSEMARY IN SEARCH OF A FATHER

    LADY BETTY ACROSS THE WATER

    MY FRIEND THE CHAUFFEUR

    THE LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR

    THE GUESTS OF HERCULES

    THE PRINCESS VIRGINIA

    THE GOLDEN SILENCE

    THE CAR OF DESTINY

    THE MOTOR MAID

    THE CHAPERON

    SET IN SILVER

    THE HEATHER MOON
TO
THREE FRIENDS IN CALIFORNIA
CONTENTS
CHAPTER



    I. IN A GARDEN

    II. NICK

    III. THE ANNIVERSARY

    IV. A GIRL IN MOURNING

    V. WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT

    VI. WHEN THE TABLES WERE TURNED

    VII. A POLICE MYSTERY

    VIII. THE GOLD BAG COMEDY

    IX. THE LAST ACT OF THE GOLD BAG COMEDY

    X. WHEN ANGELA WENT SIGHTSEEING

    XI. THE MAN AT THE WHEEL

    XII. THE BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY OF MAKE-BELIEVE

    XIII. FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMATIC EFFECT

    XIV. THE MYSTERY OF SAN MIGUEL

    XV. THE WISE BIRD IN THE DARK

    XVI. ANGELA AT HER WORST

    XVII. SEVENTEEN-MILE DRIVE

    XVIII. LA DONNA � MOBILE

    XIX. THE CITY OF ROMANCE

    XX. THE DOOR WITH THE RED LABEL

    XXI. "WHO IS MRS. MAY?"

    XXII. THE BOX OF MYSTERY

    XXIII. THE HAPPY VALLEY

    XXIV. THE BEST THING IN HER LIFE

    XXV. THE BROKEN MELODY

    XXVI. AN INVITATION FROM CARMEN

    XXVII. SIMEON HARP

    XXVIII. THE DARK CLOUD IN THE CRYSTAL

    XXIX. THE PARTING OF THE WAYS

    XXX. THE MAKING OF A GENTLEMAN

    XXXI. THE BREAKING OF THE SPELL

    XXXII. AN END--AND A BEGINNING

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Nick thought her adorable in her gray motor bonnet"
"Santa Barbara Mission, with its history and romance"
"Angela was enchanted with the peninsula of Monterey"
"They weren't trees, but people, either nymphs or witches"
"The world was a sea, billowing with mountains"

PROLOGUE
On a great ship a woman sailed away from the Old World, wishing to forget.
In her mind was the thought of a far-off place toward which she was
travelling. There were no figures in this mental picture. She painted it
as a mere flowery background; for she was very tired of people.
In the New World, a man lived and worked, and dreamed--when he had time.
Between this woman and this man lay six thousand miles of land and sea.
They were two, among many millions, and they did not know of each other's
existence. There was no visible reason why they ever should know, or why
they should ever meet. Yet, sometimes when the moon shone on the sea, the
woman said to herself that the bright path paving the water with gold
seemed to lead on and on beyond the horizon, as if it might go all the way
to the Golden Gate. And the Golden Gate is the Port of Adventure, where
every unexpected thing can happen.

I
IN A GARDEN