Some of the high-class weeklies feel the competition of the ten-cent monthlies.

But 'Every Other Week' is about the best thing we've got in the literary way, and I guess it's holding its own." "Have to, to let the editor come to Carlsbad," Stoller said, with a return to the sourness of his earlier mood.

"I don't know as I care much for his looks; I seen him when he came in with you.

No snap to him." He clicked shut the penknife he had been paring his nails with, and started up with the abruptness which marked all his motions, mental and physical; as he walked heavily out of the room he said, without looking at Burnamy, "You want to be ready by half past ten at the latest." Stoller's father and mother were poor emigrants who made their way to the West with the instinct for sordid prosperity native to their race and class; and they set up a small butcher shop in the little Indiana town where their son was born, and throve in it from the start.

He could remember his mother helping his father make the sausage and head-cheese and pickle the pigs' feet, which they took turns in selling at as great a price as they could extort from the townspeople.