We Can't Have Everything

ocean or a person of social prominence. She wanted to see them. To Jim Dyckman these things were com

y definition and necessity limited to small foothold. Climbing up is hardly more dangerous than climbing do

girl, Charity Coe Cheever, perched on a peak as col

rawled from back to back, slumped and hunched in curves and angles th

es of loose, rough stuff manifestly fashionable. Like them, he had

homes. His father was such another, and his mother sugg

o horses and dogs, and reading with such inter

in the empty place opposite his. He did not see that she leaned into the aisle and regarded him with a pathetic

he

btle implications. Hardly more

stared, gaped. Then he began to stand up by first stepp

and covered them with the other as in a big muff, and bent close to pour in

e a too loud and startling noise of welcome, both of th

ed in their own books, gossips, or naps. Only a few head-to

ody on the train?

the seat opposite her, still clingi

rybody k

settled down in the small trench and seemed to take

u!" he sighed, luxuriously. "A

ight!" s

; somewhat lank but well muscled, and decisive in her motions as if she normally abounded in strength. What grace she

ou're looki

been a girl called Charity in the Coe family. They had brought the name with them from New England when they settled

live up to her name, of late. That was why she was

need a complimen

been since y

st and exercise. But it's too lonesome nig

lack; that d

of eagerness in his eyes w

bloquy was alive. If the person mentioned had not been alive, t

flattery, but you mustn't, you really mustn't. I'm in bla

re's a big hulk like me loafing around trying to kill time, and a little tike like you over there in France spending a

t the nurses can't feel sorry for the

magine,"

of blood royal or bourgeois had been moiling among the red human débris of war, the liv

rrows, while the male-kind fought. She had gone about bedabbled in blood, her hair drenched with it. Her delicate hands had performed tas

than in action, and tried to shake i

ve you been

ng," he snarled. His voice always grew contemptuous when he spoke of himself, but idolatrous when he

I get my nerves a

te to her. He amended to: "You mustn't. It's dangerous crossing, with a

so horribly

. How many children

a hun

h a profane piety. "Can even you

ad to call fo

hip in? W

. Go as far

t. Name the sum, and

t mail me anythi

: "Oh, all right! I'll

n't like to talk much ab

e you won'

: "Let's talk of something

eh? Then I can't ask

rse. Wh

egging the pardon of

ssary to rush to his defense-against a former rival. Her answer was, "H

reled oath and did not apolog

r go back to

be with a man who adores her and wri

r," he said. "Was he

or a while. He drove a motor-ambulance, you know, but it bored him after a month or

or t

ing well,

His handsome feature

was suddenly confronted with one of the conundrums in duty which life incessantly prop