You won't mind, Jack, will you?
Come, dear," and she slipped her hand under his arm to lift him from his chair.
Garry rose from his seat.
"All right," he answered assuming his old cheerful tone, "I'll go.

I AM tired, I guess, Cory, and bed's the best place for me.

Good-night, old man,--give my love to Ruth," and he followed his wife out of the room.
Jack waited until the two had turned to mount the stairs, caught a significant flash from Garry's dark eyes as a further reminder of his silence, and, opening the front door, closed it softly behind him.
Ruth was waiting for him.

She had been walking the floor during the last half hour peering out now and then into the dark, with ears wide open for his step.
"I was so worried, my precious," she cried, drawing his cheek down to her lips.

"You stayed so long.