George Randall Parrish (1858-1923) was an American author of dime novels. He studied law and became an assistant in a law office at Wichita, Kansas. Devoting much time to politics and having achieved a reputation as a public speaker, he was elected city attorney. His health breaking down from close confinement, he crossed the plains in 1882 with a cattle party, walking most of the way to Las Vegas, New Mexico. After suffering many hardships, he travelled to Colorado and a little later to Denver. He became a reporter with the Rocky Mountain News and began a newspaper career. In 1886, Parrish was persuaded to enter the Congregational ministry, and was given charge of 2 churches in Nebraska. In 1902 he resumed newspaper work in Chicago, being first connected with the Associated Press, and later engaged in commercial journalism. The following spring he published his first work of fiction, When Wilderness Was King (1903). His other works include: Prisoners of Chance (1908), Love Under Fire (1911), Gordon Craig (1912), Beyond the Frontier (1915) and The Devil's Own (1917).
There were nine altogether in the party registering. This number included the manager, who, both on and off the stage, quite successfully impersonated the villain—a rather heavy-jawed, middle-aged fellow, of foreign appearance, with coarse, gruff voice; three representatives of the gentler sex; a child of eight, exact species unknown, wrapped up like a mummy; and four males. Beyond doubt the most notable member of the troupe was the comedian "star," Mr. T. Macready Lane, whose well-known cognomen must even now awaken happy histrionic memories throughout the western circuit. The long night's ride from their previous stand, involving as it did two changes of trains, had proven exceedingly wearisome; and the young woman in the rather natty blue toque, the collar of her long gray coat turned up in partial concealment of her face, was so utterly fatigued that she refused to wait for a belated breakfast, and insisted upon being at once directed to her room. There was a substantial bolt decorating the inside of the door, but, rendered careless by sheer exhaustion of both mind and body, she forgot everything except her desire for immediate rest, dropped her wraps upon the only chair visible, and flung herself, fully dressed, upon the bed. Her cheek had barely pressed the hard pillow before she was sleeping like a tired child.
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