The Best Short Stories of 1921 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story

oor, seeing his work and his child who now sat vacant upon the floor and grimed her eyes with her fists too sleepy to hunt play-seeing his wife. He sought to see this woman who was his wi

hours of work.-"-I could work faster alone, it will be midnight so with this

saw them lovely could he not see them loving? He had sai

bad for her to sit around on the floor under the gas-smelling the gas a

m af

you afraid of what will happen to Flora? Eh-that don't fri

eyer, I can't. You

one to the other. About them each, two poles, swirled t

ight burned. Against his temples it beat harsh air, harsh

rawn against its flow, drawn mounting to its head.-I cannot go home alone, to the empty hall alone, into the black rooms alone. Against their black the flicker of a match that may go out, the dare

as to break against walls of a trap. Here in the heart of movelessness a little space.