The Man in Lonely Land

ad sent for him instead of telephoning what she wanted. He wasn't going to do it. That is, if it were one of the old pleadings that he would come to her parties or go to some one

ft satin she was very lovely, and as he held her off he looked at her critically. "That is a pretty dress you have on, but there isn't enough o

long white gloves and looked up in her brother's

more at home than in

you going

l be cards after dinner.

n't in

blue eyes were raised to her brother's. "What makes you s

at my funeral, won't I? Not a bad i

carefully. "To ask you to do something for me," she said. "Channing won't be back until to-morrow, and t

cked the ashes from hi

you want

n to New York alone before. I thought I had told you she was coming, but I see you so seldom lately that I forget what I tell you and what I don'

honk will be heard before I understand what you're get

he nine-fifteen train

e as you think I am, dear madam, but I'm not. I suppose you also want me to apolog

no idea of breaking an engagement, however, just to be home when a country cousin of Channing's arri

" Laine lighted a fresh

th you as their compensation for having to stay in on account of the weather, and they're hanging over the banisters this very

put on. "All this sloppy stuff given to children of the present day will mean anemic men and women to-morrow. I'll take dinner with them, and if

erself. Anyway, I've done all I could. Good night, and please don't let the

is head. "I h

. "The children will have you at dinner, anyhow, a

f carpet down the snow-sprinkled steps to the car at the curb, watched it until the corner was turned, then walked toward

ncle Winthrop, and I am going to sit at the head of the table, an

, made effort to remove Dorothea Warrick, aged ten, from her point of vantage next her uncle's right hand. But breath was lost in t

ger. "It's ready, and so am I, and