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F. Graham Cootes
F. Graham Cootes was an American illustrator and writer, best known for his book illustrations during the early 20th century. His artwork often accompanied novels and literary works, including titles like "The Harvester" by Gene Stratton-Porter and "The Amateur Gentleman" by Jeffery Farnol. Cootes' style was characterized by detailed, realistic depictions of characters and scenes, adding depth to the stories he illustrated. Beyond his illustration work, he contributed to the vibrant literary culture of his time through various artistic endeavors.
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CHAPTER I Mr. Templeton Thorpe was soon to be married for the second time. Back in 1860 he married a girl of twenty-two, and now in the year 1912 he was taking unto himself another girl of twenty-two. In the interim he had achieved a grandson whose years were twenty-nine. In his seventy-seventh year he was worth a great many millions of dollars, and for that and no other reason perhaps, one of the...
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THE MASCOT OF SWEET BRIAR GULCH The gulch ran in a trough of beauty to the foot of Jones’s Hill, which rose in a sweeping curve into the clouds. Wild flowers, trees in profuse leaf, and mats of vines covered the scarred earth, and the sky was as limpid as spring water; the air carried a weight of heart-stirring odors, yet Jim Felton, sitting on the door-step of his cabin in the brilliant sunshine,...
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CHAPTER I Enter Eleanor A child in a faded tam-o’-shanter that had once been baby blue, and a shoddy coat of a glaring, unpropitious newness, was sitting uncomfortably on the edge of a hansom seat, and gazing soberly out at the traffic of Fifth Avenue. The young man beside her, a blond, sleek, narrow-headed youth in eye-glasses, was literally making conversation with her. That is, he was engaged in a...
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