THE LURE OF THE DIM TRAILS
By B. M. Bower
CHAPTER I
IN SEARCH OF THE WESTERN TONE
"What do you care, anyway?" asked Reeve-Howard philosophically.
"It isn't as if you depended on the work for a living. Why
worry over the fact that a mere pastime fails to be financially
a success. You don't need to write--"
"Neither do you need to slave over those dry-point things,"
Thurston retorted, in none the best humor with his comforter
"You've an income bigger than mine; yet you toil over
Grecian-nosed women with untidy hair as if each one meant a meal
and a bed"
"A meal and a bed--that's good; you must think I live like a
king."
"And I notice you hate like the mischief to fail, even though."
"Only I never have failed," put in Reeve-Howard, with the amused
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