As one by one he spoke of Joe's friends he would add, "But he's dead," or, "He's gone West." He had kept track of them, after a fashion, but he had seen them little of late.

What a lonely life he had led, she thought.
She wondered if he had grown too old and hopeless to be of any help.
She fought down her discouragement.
"There was Crothers," he was saying.

"He's an architect, and he's doing good work.

He never had Joe's boldness, but he always had a fine sense of things, and at least he has stuck to his ideals.

He could do more to bring Joe back than any other man I know." "Then we must get him!" "That will be hard." "Why will it ?" "Because some years ago I tried to get Crothers into our firm.