There are those who might envy him." "You are not one," I said bluntly.
"I?
No.

I have not yet played hard enough in the jolly blind man's buff--which others call the game of life.

I wear the bandage still, and still my hands clutch at the empty air, and in my ears the world's sweet laughter rings----" He smiled, then shrugged.

"The charm of Fortune's bag is not what you pull from it, but what remains within." "Boyd," I said abruptly.

"Who is that handsome wench that followed us from Otsego ?" "Dolly Glenn ?" "That is her name." "Lord, how she pesters me!" he said fretfully.