The Man in Lonely Land

onger bothered; and, crossing into Madison Avenue, he turned down and began to walk rapidly toward that part of the city where there would be

t of him stamped first one foot and then the other, and the hand he held

ht?" Laine asked the question hardly kno

s fist to his mouth and blew upon it. "I'm sleepin' with another

t was one he had seldom been in, and as he looked at its houses dull wonder filled him as to their occupants. To keep breath in their bodies meant sordid struggle and bitter strife, but possi

As he reached Madison Square he looked at the empty benches and wondered as to the fate of the derelicts who da

rs and drawn curtains, and the restless occupants therein. As he reached the Park he stopped, hesitated, and lighted a fresh cigar. Three squares away was his sister's house, and in it was the girl with the fresh, clear voice. He took the note she had sent him out of his poc

a moment-a bare moment-drew back; then, with

t. She slip out of bed to telephone when that French white lady was out the room, she say. She had her Ma send i

communication to that effect was promptly received. He had seen her last night, however. What was she wanting no

lowers but Claudia said our love was best. She is so sorry too. She had one and it died last spring. I had a headake to-day. It came from my heart because of you and she made it go away. I think she could make most

ted niece

like old gentlemen, except a few. Please, P-L-E-A-S-E come and see me-

oving

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ught to hear her l

rabbed and cross one who had no manners? He would have to call, if only to thank her for her note. No. He would do that in writing. Next week, perhaps, he might drop in and see Dorothea. But Hope and Channing should take the girl about, show her the city. Certain