Meyer Levin

AFTER THE big Sunday family picnic in Uncle Matt's grove, the men now having their pipes, and the women eleaning up with the girls helping, leaving only eider jugs on the spread blanket, Andrew Lane knew that the solemn family powwow over his mother's sudden situation was about to take plaee. Why...

Foreword Some may ask, Why call up anew this gruesome crime of more than thirty years ago? Let time cover it, let it be forgotten. Surely I would not recall it for the sake of sensation. I write of it in the hope of applying to it the increase of understanding of such cnmes that has come,...