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                         THE GUESTS OF HERCULES




                                BOOKS BY
                       C. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON


                    The Golden Silence
                    The Motor Maid
                    Lord Loveland Discovers America
                    Set in Silver
                    The Lightning Conductor
                    The Princess Passes
                    My Friend the Chauffeur
                    Lady Betty Across the Water
                    Rosemary in Search of a Father
                    The Princess Virginia
                    The Car of Destiny
                    The Chaperon




[Illustration: "MARY WAS A GODDESS ON A GOLDEN PINNACLE. THIS WAS LIFE;
THE WINE OF LIFE"]




                                  The
                           Guests of Hercules


                                   BY
                       C. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON


                             ILLUSTRATED BY
                 M. LEONE BRACKER & ARTHUR H. BUCKLAND


                       GARDEN CITY      NEW YORK
                       DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
                                  1912




                          Copyright, 1912, by
                        C. N. & A. M. WILLIAMSON

                 All rights reserved, including that of
                  translation into Foreign Languages,
                       including the Scandinavian




                                   TO
                         THE LORD OF THE GARDEN




                             ILLUSTRATIONS


"Mary was a goddess on a golden pinnacle. This was life;
the wine of life" .    .    .    .    .    .    .    Frontispiece

Mary Grant  .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .  FACING PAGE 22

"'I can't promise!' she exclaimed. 'I've never wanted to marry.'" . 286

"'It was Fate brought you--to give you to me. Do you regret it?'" . 398




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THE GUESTS OF HERCULES


Long shadows of late afternoon lay straight and thin across the garden
path; shadows of beech trees that ranged themselves in an undeviating
line, like an inner wall