iver and took it out to t. On acked ted tating t  for several days on business. During all tions  leisurely s of color on his cheekbones. his face was very solemn.

    t last ture  ood on tform, burdened cases and gifts, and crain roll in on tation tracks.  in ted  part s y and rice t some recent bridal pair lay scattered on to ravelers and leaned back in .  For a o and Biff Brannon. t of t  smot of t and ture of t eac into a bitter tirade against t one. urn, t it ed o sanction  knoand in t. And t tcrangers reets and buttonurk at tongue to make he shape of which Singer had never imagined before.

    A certain mill foreman and an old black reet and an urced soldiers for a wrain

    rocked ion. o rest on  w.

    oten. Outside ty  midsummer countryside. ted in strong, bronze-colored rays over tton. tobacco, ts rous jungle  ures and tens of miles of ed, o train cut ts rees stretcall into tos of trees o ters, tered moss trailed from tropical er flo again into the indigo-blue sky.

    Singer sat solemn and timid, urned fully tohe window.

    t sal coloring almost blinded y of scene, ted ;. s onapoulos. t stifled  breatly open mouth.

    Antonapoulos o see s and ts. By noo go on an excursion to tero tel  visit. Singer ten many letters to Antonapoulos, but  posted to ts of his friend.

    t been  span of time. Be tonapoulos ogetimes  of Antonapoulos , sometimes icism, freed of will.  nighe face of his friend was

    alernally united.

    trees in tance a