“And the brief news comes in the darkest night,
That leads us on and on.”
Doggerels of Balmacenso.
Doggerels of Balmacenso.Garry Webster sat in his rooms, a high-ball before him, and a fat black cigar burning between his fingers, when Kenyon was announced early next evening. Webster demonstratively shook him by the hand.
“Sit down and drink something,” said he. “I’m about as glad to see you as I’ve ever been to seen anyone in my life. Why, it’s at least two nights since I dined with you.”
Kenyon waved away the Scotch, but lit a cigar.
“Why all the pleasure?” he inquired, calmly.
“Well, in view of your proceedings of late I think I was warranted in feeling slightly concerned about you. A fellow of your quality and disposition takes a fair chance of having someone run a knife into him
