THE JELLY-BEAN 

This is a Southern story, with the scene laid in the small Lily of
Tarleton, Georgia.  I have a profound affection for Tarleton, but
somehow whenever I write a story about it I receive letters from all
over the South denouncing me in no uncertain terms.  "The Jelly-Bean,"
published in "The Metropolitan," drew its full share of these
admonitory notes. 

It was written under strange circumstances shortly after my first
novel was published, and, moreover, it was the first story in which I
had a collaborator.  For, finding that I was unable to manage the
crap-shooting episode, I turned it over to my wife, who, as a Southern
girl, was presumably an expert on the technique and terminology of
that great sectional pastime. 

THE CAMEL'S BACK 

I suppose that of all the stories I have ever written this one cost me
the least travail and perhaps gave me the most amusement.  As to the