He ran down the stairs again, and his heart was light now. He was so proud of the little Ingeborg who made him wait![Pg 515]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
AUGUST, 1927
Vol. XCI NUMBER 3
By the Light of Day
THE STORY OF A MAN WHO WANTED LIFE TO BRING HIM SOMETHING MUCH FINER AND BETTER THAN THE COMMONPLACE THINGS IT BRINGS TO OTHER MEN
By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
KIRBY lay stretched out on the sand, watching the driftwood fire he had built. The flame mounted steadily, this quiet night, sending out over the dark water a trembling path of ruddy light. Now and then a little rain of sparks fell, to die at once in the thick sand; and overhead a young moon swam, clear silver, in a sky without clouds.
He might have been alone on a desert island. Before him lay the calm summer sea, and all about him stretched the flat and empty beach. He liked this blank solitude—indeed, he needed it.