"How much have you in the business here, Bob?" he asked in a perfectly controlled voice.
The bartender told him.
He took a cheque-book from his pocket and hastily made out a cheque.
"Now, go," he said, as he gave it to him. "I will not be needing a man in here any more."
He took the keys from his pocket and locked the back door. Then coming out into the office, where there were a few stragglers lounging in the chairs, he carefully locked the door leading into the bar.
"I'm done, boys," he said shortly. "I've quit the business."
CHAPTER XX
ON THE QUIET HILLSIDE
They shall go out no more, oh ye,
Who speak earth's farewell thro' your tears,
Who see your cherished ones go forth
And come not back, thro' weary years.
There is a place-there is a shore
From which they shall go out no more.
——Kate Tucker Goode.