There was a kind of a R.S.V.P. in his tone but I did not have any answer to make right at the time.
Far from Home and Kindred.
It was at a little station way out on the plains of Nebraska. There were exactly sixteen houses in sight. Two men met just outside our window.
"Why, hello, Henry," said one; "what are you doin' down town?"
VAUDEVILLE VS. THE LEGITIMATE
A few years ago a handsome, immaculate young man came over to me as I was sitting in the office of the Adams House in Boston and said,