(1913) TO J. J. CURTIS Traveling through the East, young beautiful Elsa Chetwood seeks the company of rugged Paul Warrington, a man with a shameful past and uncertain future. Elsa is to decide her future with handsome refined Arthur Ellison while strong attractive Warrington has scores to settle, a debt to pay and lives to change, including his own.--Submitted by Nassrin Moghadam --
(1906) To The Memory Of My Mother
(1903) May Like Stevenson, she loves a story for the story's sake, so I dedicate this book to her, whose beauty I admire, and whose heart and mind I love--my cousin, Lillian A. Baldwin
(1922) Young writer Howard Spurlock is a tortured man with an old coat and no will to live. A sudden illness followed by an unexpected decision brings odd beauty Ruth into his life. While Spurlock writes about love, Ruth seeks and craves it. In the islands of South East both try to forget painful past and build a future.--Submitted by N. Moghadam.
(1901) To the Memory of that Good Friend and Comrade of My Youth, My Father. The city of Bleiberg is humming with unrest. The public's discontent with Leopold the puppet King is further fueled by traitors and self interested courtiers and the vengeful Duchess of Auersperg is orchestrating a war against the King. A chance meeting brings young handsome American diplomat Maurice Carewe, face to face with his friend, English millionaire Lord John Fitzgerald. While Maurice fights for the love of beautiful Princess Alexia, Lord Fitzgerald surrenders to the captivating Madame Sylvia Amerbach. Caught up in a tangled web of intrigue, cunnings and veiled allurements, each man's love, honor and friendship is put to the ultimate test.--Submitted by Nassrin Moghadam Ah Love! Could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would not we shatter it to bits梐nd then Re-mold it nearer to the Heart抯 desire!桼ubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
(1905) To My Wife
(1904) To Miss Louise Everts
A Romance. (1899) To her, that is to say, to the hand that rocked the cradle. At 25, newspaper man John Winthrop's dreams of love, fortune and happiness are over. Dan Hillars, a daring reporter and adventurer, is Winthrop's college roommate and friend. Hillars' love for Princess Hildegarde and his disappearance send Winthrop on a journey from New York to London. At the same time Winthrop is assigned to follow and report on the wilful Princess Hildegarde and her court appointed husband Prince Ernst. Intrigue, imprisonment and duels follow. He discovers one princess and loses another. But it is Gretchen the lovely barmaid who forces John Winthrop to question his love for Phyllis.--Submitted by N. Moghadam.
(1905) To My Wife
(1908) To My Fellow Traveler and Gentle Critic
(1915) To CAV. GIOVANNI PICCININI, In Memory of Many Happy Florentine Days. "A wager's a wager", said a voice in the fog. This is the story of a baron, two millionaires, a thief, a detective, a poet and an Irish beauty. While the beautiful Kitty Hilligrew tries to unravel the mysterious wager, will her new private secretary Thomas Webb, help or hinder these efforts.--Submitted by Nassrin Moghadam.
(1920) A dangerous game of hide and seek is in progress. In New York an underground Bolshevik group has it's eyes on America's unsatisfied workers. Cutty Worldy, rich and secretive, is in love --- again. Kitty, young and beautiful, is ready for love and adventure. Hawksley, last of his bloodline, is a fugitive, and Boris Karlov, filled with misguided rage, is thirsty for Hawksley's blood. The lure of drums of jeopardy, two magnificent emeralds, is too strong for one of the characters and the curse of emeralds proves fatal for another.--Submitted by Nassrin Moghadam.
(1912) To B. O'G. Horace calls no more to me, Homer in the dust-heap lies: I have found my Odyssey In the lightness of her glee, In the laughter of her eyes. Ovid's page is thumbed no more, E'en Catullus has no choice! There is endless, precious lore, Such as I ne'er knew before, In the music of her voice. Breath of hyssop steeped in wine, Breath of violets and furze, Wild-wood roses, Grecian myrrhs, All these perfumes do combine In that maiden breath of hers. Nay, I look not at the skies, Nor the sun that hillward slips, For the day lives or it dies In the laughter of her eyes, In the music of her lips!
(1914) Dedicated to William Nicholas Selig, The Man Who Invented Hollywood