Excerpt from The Lady of Deerpark I tossed out an ace, put on my coat, left the ball alley, and found the President awaiting me in his parlour. He laid a kindly hand on my shoul der in the other he held a recently opened telegram. He seated me on a chair near the table. And while I sat there the news was broken to me of the family calamity. My father had died rather suddenly. I could speak no word, no tears came to me. A blind ing sense of sorrow and a curious elation strug gled in my mind for mastery. A little later as I flew up the stairs to the dormi tory this strange elation got the upper hand. Although I was half-way through my last term I could have cried out a thanksgiving that I was to escape from that school, for I hated it - hated it with that hidden sickening unreasoning hatred which sometimes makes miserable a young life. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.