6/21 I was feeling a little sore over a matter--sheer lies that some one has written." He shook the newspaper in his hand. "The columns of that paper are for hire. They belong at present to an old acquaintance of ours. They do _me_ the honor to pay their compliments to my affairs now and then." Keith walked up the street with a warm feeling about his heart. That friendly face and kindly pressure of the hand had cheered him like sunshine in a wintry day, and transformed the cold, cheerless city into an abode of life and happiness. |