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The Haunted Bookshop

By Christopher Morley.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dedication The Haunted Bookshop I: The Haunted Bookshop II: The Corn Cob Club III: Titania Arrives IV: The Disappearing Volume V: Aubrey Walks Part Way Home—and Rides the Rest of the Way VI: Titania Learns the Business VII: Aubrey Takes Lodgings VIII: Aubrey Goes to the Movies, and Wishes He Knew More German IX: Again the Narrative Is Retarded X: Roger Raids the Icebox XI: Titania Tries Reading in Bed XII: Aubrey Determines to Give Service That’s Different XIII: The Battle of Ludlow Street XIV: The Cromwell Makes Its Last Appearance XV: Mr. Chapman Waves His Wand Endnotes Colophon Uncopyright Imprint The Standard Ebooks logo.

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To the Booksellers

Be pleased to know, most worthy, that this little book is dedicated to you in affection and respect.

The faults of the composition are plain to you all. I begin merely in the hope of saying something further of the adventures of Roger Mifflin, whose exploits in Parnassus on Wheels some of you have been kind enough to applaud. But then came Miss Titania Chapman, and my young advertising man fell in love with her, and the two of them rather ran away with the tale.

I think I should explain that the passage in Chapter VIII, dealing with the delightful talent of Mr. Sidney Drew, was written before the lamented death of that charming artist. But as it was a sincere tribute, sincerely meant, I have seen no reason for removing it.

Chapters I, II, III, and VI appeared originally in The Bookman, and to the editor of that admirable magazine I owe thanks for his permission to reprint.

Now that Roger is to have ten Parnassuses on the road, I am emboldened to think that some of you may encounter them on their travels. And if you do, I hope you will find that these new errants of the Parnassus on Wheels Corporation are living up to the ancient and honourable traditions of our noble profession.

Christopher Morley.

Philadelphia,

April 28, 1919.

The Haunted Bookshop I The Haunted Bookshop

If you are ever in Brooklyn, that borough of superb sunsets and magnificent vistas of husband-propelled baby-carriages, it is to be hoped you may chance upon a quiet by-street where there is a very remarkable bookshop.

This bookshop, which does business under the unusual name “Parnassus at Home,” is housed in one of the comfortable old brownstone dwellings which have been the joy of several generations of plumbers and cockroaches. The owner of the business has been at pains to remodel the house to make it a more suitable shrine for his trade, which deals entirely in secondhand volumes. There is no secondhand bookshop in the world more worthy of respect.

It was about six o’clock of a cold November evening, with gusts of rain splattering upon the pavement, when a young man proceeded uncertainly along Gissing Street, stopping now and then to look at shop windows as though doubtful of his way. At the warm and shining face of a French rotisserie he halted to compare the number enamelled on the transom with a memorandum in his hand. Then he pushed on for a few minutes, at last reaching the address he sought. Over the entrance his eye was caught by the sign:

Parnassus At Home

R. and H. Mifflin

Booklovers welcome!

This shop is haunted

He stumbled down the three steps that led into the dwelling of the muses, lowered his overcoat collar, and looked about.

It was very different from such bookstores as he had been accustomed to patronize. Two stories of the old house had been thrown into one: the lower space was divided into little alcoves; above, a gallery ran round the wall, which carried books to the ceiling. The air was heavy with the delightful fragrance of mellowed paper and leather surcharged with a strong bouquet of tobacco. In front of him he found a large placard in a frame:

This shop is haunted by the ghosts
Of all great literature, in hosts;
We sell no fakes or trashes.
Lovers of books are welcome here,
No clerks will babble in your ear,
Please smoke⁠—but don’t drop ashes!

Browse as long as you like.

Prices of all books plainly marked.

If you want to ask questions, you’ll find the proprietor where the tobacco smoke is thickest.

We pay cash for books.

We have what you want, though you may not know you want it.

Malnutrition of the reading faculty is a serious thing. Let us prescribe for you.

By R. & H. Mifflin,

Proprs.

The shop had a warm and comfortable obscurity, a kind of drowsy dusk, stabbed here and there by bright cones of yellow light from green-shaded electrics. There was an all-pervasive drift of tobacco smoke, which eddied and fumed under the glass lamp shades. Passing down a narrow aisle between the alcoves the visitor noticed that some of the compartments were wholly

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