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Anderson wants to take her to New York to nurse her baby, and she would propose it if she wasn't afraid I'd be angry." Mitchell shook out his paper impatiently and scanned the head-lines over his nose-glasses. "You don't seem very much interested in my trip downtown, I must say." "Well, perhaps I would be," she smiled, "but, you see, I know from your actions that he isn't much sick.
"Couldn't have been that Sellimer crowd, I reckon, from Chicago?" "Yes Mrs. Sellimer and her daughter, and some of their friends." Willock whistled loudly. "And that up-and-down looking chap in the gold nose-glasses was your brother?" "Never thought of that," Bill exclaimed, "although he had your name he looked so different!
There was O. Henry and London and Davis and Phillips and Stevie Crane. I dislike imposing myself on you this way, but if I didn't think you would be interested in a discussion with a man who who admires the beautiful things of life and who has lived a rather varied existence I would not " The cracked nose-glasses were back in place and he had stopped short.
"Will he ask if we have heard the latest from Denver?" said a member, squirming in his chair. "Will he mention the new twenty-three-story Masonic Temple, in Quincy, Ill.?" inquired another, dropping his nose-glasses. "Will he spring one of those Western Mississippi River catfish stories, in which they use yearling calves for bait?" demanded Kirk, fiercely. "Be comforted," said Vuyning.
Hunger made his body jerked and his eyes shine with an unmannerly eagerness. But his words remained suave. He removed a pair of cracked nose-glasses and held them between his thumb and forefinger and gestured politely with them. Hungry, dirty, hopeless, his linen gone, his shoes torn, something inside his beaten frame remained still intact. There was no future. But he had a past to live up to.
They had been classmates, roommates, in the State University, but always he thought of Paul Riesling, with his dark slimness, his precisely parted hair, his nose-glasses, his hesitant speech, his moodiness, his love of music, as a younger brother, to be petted and protected.
"Hello, son!" "Watch out!" "Hah that's the stuff! Don't spill!" He jammed the newspaper between his and the chair back, shoving in closer to the table. He was blond to ashiness, so that the slicked-back hair might or might not be graying. Pink-shaved, unlined, nose-glasses polished to sparkle, he was ten years his wife's senior and looked those ten years younger.
"My collar is soiled," he murmured, apologizing with eyes that managed to smile, "and the other evening I lost my stick." Then the hunger and the hopelessness of the man broke through the shell of his manner. He needed a job, a job, a job! Something to do to get him food and shelter. His fingers tried to place the cracked nose-glasses back in position.
De Breen was a blunt, abrupt young fellow, not given much to conversation upon topics outside his profession, and even then his remarks were invariably terse and much to the point. He was very near-sighted, and while he persisted in wearing nose-glasses, it seemed impossible for him to obtain a pair that would remain on his nose for more than a minute at a time.
He began with the chapter from Genesis about the creation of man, and Adam's rib, reading in a laboured manner, as if he did not quite know why he had selected that passage and was looking for something he did not find. His nose-glasses kept falling off and dropping upon the open book. Throughout this prolonged fumbling Enid stood calm, looking at him respectfully, very pretty in her short veil.
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