East Orange

During that sad evening, which she spent alone, she read once more the letter making the appointment with her at East Orange.

You or our East Orange friend might have been killed, it is true, but Voles could not have carried the girl off so easily.

“I know what happened to a bull one night in East Orange,” came the ready retort.

If you take my advice you will join this East Orange Society.

New York impresarios did not make appointments in East Orange.