_His_ wife left town on Tuesday." "Bruce," said Roger sternly, as the train began to move, "leave bugs alone and come up and breathe! And quit smoking so many cigarettes!" He stepped on the car.
"Remember, son, a solid month!" Bruce nodded as the train moved out.
"Good luck--good-bye--fine summer--my love to the wife and the kiddies--" and Bruce's dark, tense, smiling face was left behind.

Roger went back into the smoker.
"Now for the mountains," he thought.

"Thank God!".