Monday morning, Joe groaned over the first truck load of clothes to the washer."I say," he...
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Martin learned to do many things. In the course of the first week, in one afternoon, he and Joe acco...
The alarm-clock went off, jerking Martin out of sleep with a suddenness that would have given headac...
The desire to write was stirring in Martin once more. Stories and poems were springing into spontane...
Ruth and her family were home again, and Martin, returned to Oakland, saw much of her. Having gained...
That Ruth had little faith in his power as a writer, did not alter her nor diminish her in Martin's ...
Mrs. Morse did not require a mother's intuition to read the advertisement in Ruth's face when she re...
Came a beautiful fall day, warm and languid, palpitant with the hush of the changing season, a Calif...
Maria Silva was poor, and all the ways of poverty were clear to her. Poverty, to Ruth, was a word si...
The weeks passed. Martin ran out of money, and publishers' checks were far away as ever. All his imp...
The sun of Martin's good fortune rose. The day after Ruth's visit, he received a check for three dol...
Martin Eden did not go out to hunt for a job in the morning. It was late afternoon before he came ou...
On a beautiful fall day, a day of similar Indian summer to that which had seen their love declared t...
It was a hard summer for Martin. Manuscript readers and editors were away on vacation, and publicati...
But success had lost Martin's address, and her messengers no longer came to his door. For twenty-fiv...