Kindred of the Dust

he world-Donald to take up this father's labors, The Laird to lay them aside and retire to The Dr

ate years, they had spent less and less of their time there. The Laird had never protested,

Since The Laird had built The Dreamerie in opposition to their wishes, they had spent less than six months in each year at Port Agnew. And these visits had been scattered throughout the year. They had traveled much, and, when not traveling, they liv

s. Long after his wife and the girls had retired, he and Donald sat in the comfortable living-room, smoking and discussing plans for the

bring home to Port Agnew. You realize, of course, that there's room on Ty

ne for mother and the girls. The wife that I'll bring home to Port Agnew will not object to my

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k his head

m at an age now when a man looks no longer into the future but dwells in the past, and it's hard for me to thi

ee to the sparks that flew upward from the stacks of his sawmill in Port Agnew, for they were running a night shift. And, as he gazed, he thrill