All things with you I share
Save one,—that wild unrest!
HER OWN LIFE
BY ALLAN UPDEGRAFF
SHE paid the landlady five dollars from a plump little purse of gold mesh.
“And I’m expecting a—a gentleman to see me within the next half-hour,” she said.
“Certainly, ma’am; I’ll show him right into the drawring-room and call you. I hope you’ll like the surroundings, ma’am; I have nobody in my house but the most refined—”