"Are you a family man ?" "No." She was silent for a moment.

"Well," she said, "you can tell your girl I'm not particular about its being in the latest fashion." There was a slight flush on his forehead as he turned toward the little cupboard, but no tremor in his voice as he went on: "You'll find tea and coffee here, and, if you're bored, there's a book or two.

You read, don't you--I mean English ?" She nodded, but cast a look of undisguised contempt upon the two worn, coverless novels he held out to her.

"You haven't got last week's 'Sacramento Union,' have you?
I hear they have my case all in; only them lying reporters made it out against me all the time." "I don't see the papers," he replied curtly.
"They say there's a picture of me in the 'Police Gazette,' taken in the act," and she laughed.
He looked a little abstracted, and turned as if to go.

"I think you'll do well to rest a while just now, and keep as close hid as possible until afternoon.