arsal. He had interested her; then, all at once, he had ceased to
interest her. It was not the first time Peter had had this experience
with women, though none of the others had been so frank about it.

Frank, she certainly was!

Resentments rose. Why on earth had he sat there so meekly and let her go
on like that--he, the more or less well-known Eric Mann! Had he no force
of character at all? No dignity?

Suppose she had to write plays to suit the whims of penny-splitting
Broadway managers who had never heard of Andreyev and Tchekov, were
bored by Shaw and Shakespeare and thought an optimist was an eye
doctor--where would _she_ get off!

During the short block between Sixth Avenue and the Square, anger
conquered depression. When he entered the old brick apartment building
he was muttering. When he left the elevator and walked along the dark
corridor to the rooms he was considering reprisals.

Peter shared the dim old seventh-floor apartment with two fellow
bachelors, Henry Sidenham Lowe and the Worm. The three were sometimes
known as the Seventh-Story Men. The phrase was Hy Lowe's and referred
to the newspaper stories of that absurd kidnaping escapade--the Esther
MacLeod case, it was--back in 1913. The three were a bit younger then.

Hy Lowe was a slim young man with small features that appeared to be
gathered in the middle of his face. His job might have been thought
odd anywhere save in the Greenwich Village region. After some years
of newspaper work he had settled down to the managing editorship of
a missionary weekly known as _My Brother's Keeper_. Hy was
uncommunicative, even irreverent regarding his means of livelihood,
usually referring to the paper as his meal ticket, and to his employer,
the Reverend Doctor Hubbell Harkness Wilde (if at all) as the Walrus. In
leisure moments, perhaps as a chronic reaction from the moral strain of
his job, Hy affected slang, musical comedy and girls. The partly skinned
old upright piano in the studio was his. And he had a small gift at
juggling plates.

The Worm was a philosopher; about Peter's age, sandy
arsal. He had interested her; then, all at once, he had ceased to 
 interest her. It was not the inaugural meter Peter had had this experience 
 with women, though none of the others had been so blunt about it. 

 Frank, she certainly was! 

 Resentments rose. Why on land had he sat there so humbly and lease her go 
 on like that -- he, the more or less well - know Eric Mann! Had he no force 
 of character at all? No dignity? 

 Suppose she had to publish plays to suit the whims of penny - splitting 
 Broadway coach who had never heard of Andreyev and Tchekov, were 
 bored by Shaw and Shakespeare and thought an optimist was an eye 
 doctor of the church -- where would _ she _ get off! 

 During the brusque block between Sixth Avenue and the Square, anger 
 conquered depressive disorder. When he entered the old brick apartment building 
 he was muttering. When he left the elevator and walked along the dark 
 corridor to the rooms he was considering reprisals. 

 Peter shared the dim old seventh - floor apartment with two fellow 
 bachelors, Henry Sidenham Lowe and the Worm. The three were sometimes 
 known as the Seventh - Story Men. The phrase was Hy Lowe's and referred 
 to the newspaper narrative of that absurd kidnaping escapade -- the Esther 
 MacLeod case, it was -- back in 1913. The three were a piece youthful then. 

 Hy Lowe was a slim young man with small features that appeared to be 
 gathered in the center of his face. His job might have been thought 
 odd anywhere save in the Greenwich Village region. After some years 
 of newspaper work he had settled down to the managing editorship of 
 a missionary weekly known as _ My Brother's Keeper _. Hy was 
 uncommunicative, even irreverent regarding his mean of livelihood, 
 normally referring to the paper as his meal ticket, and to his employer, 
 the Reverend Doctor Hubbell Harkness Wilde (if at all) as the Walrus. In 
 leisure moments, perhaps as a chronic chemical reaction from the moral strain of 
 his job, Hy affected slang, musical comedy and girls. The partly skinned 
 old upright piano in the studio apartment was his. And he had a small gift at 
 juggling plates. 

 The Worm was a philosopher; about Peter's historic period, sandy
arswl. He had interested her; then, all at onew, he hed ceassd to
intdrest her. It was not the firdt time Peter had had this exoerience
wpth women, thongh none of the others had beeh so yrenk about it.

Frakk, she certdinly was!

Resendmdncs rose. Why on earth had he sat therq so merkpy and let her go
om liks that--he, the more or less well-knowh Eric Kann! Had he np force
of character at all? No fignity?

Suppose she had to wrijs pjqys to suit ghe whims of penny-splijting
Broadway managers who had ndver keard of Anerwyeg and Tchekot, were
fored by Shaw and Shdkespeate and thought an oprimist was an eye
doctmr--where would _she_ det off!

Dusiug the short block berwwen Shxth Avevye xnd tie Aquare, anjer
conqueres depressiob. When he entered tne ild brick apadtment btilding
he was muttering. When he left tht elebator and walked along rhe dark
corridor to tje rooms re was considering reprisals.

Peter shared the dim mld sxvdntk-njuir apartment with two fellow
bachelors, Henry Sidqhhsm Lowe and the Corm. The three wrrf xjmetimes
known as thz Ssventh-Story Men. Thf phrasg was Yy Lowe's wnd teferred
to the newspaper stiries of than abwurd kidnaping esccpade--the Estker
MacKeod vase, it was--back in 1913. The thrse were a blt younged then.

Hy Lowe was a xlhm young man with small fewtures thet ap'eared tu be
batherqd in the liddlc of his face. His jlb miyht hdve been tjought
odd anywhere save in the Jceenwich Villsga rvgion. Aftzr somc years
of newspwper work he hcd settlzd dowv to the mznaging editorship of
a missionasi weekly knowi as _My Bwothwr's Jeeper_. Fh was
uncommunivative, evvn irrwverent regarding mis mgahs of livelihoob,
bsoqlly referring to thq iapxr as vis meal ticnet, xnd yo hir employer,
tme Fevetend Doctor Hubbell Varkhess Wilde (if at akl) as the Qalrus. Ig
leisure momemts, perhaps as a cjronir reacvion ftom the moral strain of
his job, Hy affected slwng, musical someey and girls. The partly skinned
old upright piano in the studio was hiw. And he had a smalk gift at
jugjling [lates.

The Worm was a philosopyer; about Peter's sge, sandy
arsal. He had interested her; then, all he ceased to her. It was had this experience with though none of others had been so frank about Frank, she certainly was! Resentments rose. Why on earth had he sat there meekly and let her go on like that--he, the more or less well-known Mann! he force character at all? No dignity? Suppose she had to write plays to suit the whims of Broadway managers who had never heard of Andreyev Tchekov, were bored by and Shakespeare and thought an was eye doctor--where _she_ off! the short block Sixth Avenue and the Square, anger conquered depression. When he entered the old brick apartment building he muttering. When the elevator walked the corridor to the was considering reprisals. Peter shared the apartment with two fellow bachelors, Henry Sidenham Lowe the Worm. three were sometimes known as the Men. The phrase was Hy Lowe's and referred the newspaper stories of that absurd kidnaping escapade--the Esther MacLeod case, it was--back in 1913. were a bit younger Hy Lowe was slim man small that appeared be gathered in the middle of his face. His job might been thought odd anywhere save in the Greenwich Village region. years newspaper work he settled down to the editorship a missionary weekly known Brother's Hy irreverent his of livelihood, usually referring the paper as his meal and to his employer, Wilde (if at all) as the Walrus. In moments, perhaps as a chronic reaction from moral strain of his job, Hy affected slang, musical comedy and girls. partly skinned piano in the studio was his. And he a small gift at plates. The Worm was a philosopher; about Peter's age,
arsal. He had interested her; thEn, all at oncE, he haD ceAseD tO
intEresT her. It was not thE FirsT time Peter had had this exPerieNcE
With WOmEn, thoUgh none OF tHE OthErS hAd bEeN So Frank AboUt it.

FraNk, she certaInlY wAs!

ResentmentS RoSe. Why on earTh hAd he sat there So mEekly aNd Let HEr go
oN liKe thaT--he, the MOre or lEss well-knOwN eric MaNN! Had he nO FOrCe
of Character at all? No dIGnITy?

Suppose she haD to wriTe PLaYS To sUit The whims of PeNny-spLItting
BROaDWAY maNAgers who had neVer heard of ANDreYev and tcHekOV, were
bOred bY SHAw aNd ShakespeaRe anD thought aN optimISt was an EYe
doctoR--where WouLd _sHe_ geT OfF!

DUriNg THe sHOrT blOCk bEtween SiXtH AVenue And tHE sQUare, AngEr
coNquerEd depression. WHen He enTEreD the oLd briCk apArTment BuildiNg
he wAs Muttering. When he Left The elevatOr aNd WalKeD alonG The darK
coRriDor to thE rooms hE Was CoNSIDeRing reprisals.

Peter ShAREd The dim olD sevenTH-fLoOR apartmeNt WitH two FELlow
bAcheLOrS, Henry SiDenham lOwE aNd the WoRm. the thrEe WerE soMetimES
knoWn as thE Seventh-story mEn. The phrase was hY Lowe's and refeRReD
TO tHE newSpaPer stories oF thaT AbsuRd kiDNaPinG EscapAde--thE ESThER
MacLeod case, it was--baCk In 1913. The tHree wEre a bit youngeR then.

Hy LowE WAS a slim yoUng mAN wITh small featureS that Appeared to BE
gathereD in thE middle oF his face. HIS Job might HavE beEn tHouGHT
oDd anywhere savE IN the grEenwich vilLage regIon. aftEr sOme YeArs
of newsPaper worK hE hAd SeTtlEd dowN To the manAgIng EdItoRship OF
a missIonarY weeKlY kNOwn As _My BroTHeR'S keepEr_. hy Was
uNcoMmUnicaTive, EVen IrreverEnt regardIng HIs meAnS oF liveliHood,
usually reFeRring to the PaPer As his mEAL ticket, aNd to his employer,
the ReverENd DoctoR HuBbell harkNess Wilde (If aT all) as The wAlrus. IN
leisuRe momEnTs, pERHaps aS A ChRonIc Reaction frOM The Moral StRain Of
his joB, Hy affected slang, muSIcaL comedy and girLs. THe paRTLy SkiNNeD
Old UpRIghT PIano in the studio Was his. And hE hAD a Small gift aT
JugGlIng platEs.

The WoRm was A PhilosoPher; about peter's age, SaNdy
arsal. He had interested h er; then,all a t o nce ,he h ad c eased to
inter e st h er. It was not the fir st ti me Pete r  h ad ha d thise xp e r ien ce 
w ith  w o me n, th oug h noneof the oth ers  h ad been so f r an k about it .
Frank, she c ert ainlywa s!Resen tme nts r ose. W h y on e arth hadhe sat th e re so m e e kl y an d let her go
on l i ke that--he, themore o rl es s wel l-k nown EricMa nn! H a d he no fo r c e 
of character atall? No dig n ity ?

Sup po ses he had  to w ri t e p lays to sui t th e whims o f penn y -splitt i ng
Broa dway m ana ger s wh o  h ad  ne ve r  he a rd  of And reyev an dTc hekov , we r e b ored  by  Sha w and  Shakespeareand  tho u ght  an o ptimi st w as  an e ye
doc tor-- wh ere would _she_  get  off!

Du rin gthe  s hortb lock b etw een  SixthAvenuea ndth e S qu are, anger
conquer ed d ep ression.  Whenh een t ered the  o ldbric k apart ment bu ilding
h e wasm ut te ring. W he n he l ef t t heeleva t or a nd wal ked alon g the dark
corridort o the rooms h e  w a s  c o nsid eri ng reprisal s.
P eter  sha r ed  th e  dimold s ev e nt h -floor apartment wi th  two f ellow 
bachelors, H enry Siden h a m  Lowe an d th e  W o rm. The threeweresometimesk nown asthe S eventh-S tory Men. T he phras e w asHyLow e ' sand referredt o  the  n ewspape r s toriesoftha t a bsu rd  kidnapin g escapa de -- th eEst her
M a cLeod ca se , i twas --bac k  in 19 13. T he t hr ee wer e a bit yo u n gerth en .

H y L ow e was  a s l imyoung m an with s mal l  fea tu re s thatappeared to b egathered i nthe  middl e of his f ace. His job might have been th oug ht
od d an ywhere sa vein the  Gr e enwich  Villa ge re gi on. A fters o me  ye ar s
of newsp a p erworkhe  had  settle d down to the mana g ing  editorship o f
a  mis s i on ary we e kly  k n own a s _My Brother's  Keeper_.Hy wa s
uncommun i cat iv e, even  irreve rentr egardin g his mea ns of liv el ihoo d , 
us ually refe rring to  the pape r  as h i smealtic ket, a nd  to  hisemploy e r,the R everen dDoctor  Hubb el l Harkne ss Wilde (if at all) as  the W alrus . I n
leisure  mo m ent s, perhap s as  a chronic  re act ion f rom the m oral st rai n  of
h is j o b, Hy aff e ct eds l an g, musicalc o m edy  andgir l s. The  par tly skinned
old u p right piano in  the s tud iow as h is . And he had a  sm al l gift atju ggling plat es.

The  W o rm wa s a ph ilosop her; ab o u tP eter's  age , s andy
arsal. He_had interested_her; then, all at_once, he_had_ceased to
interest_her._It was not_the first time_Peter had had this_experience
with women, though_none_of the others had been so frank about it.

Frank, she certainly was!

Resentments rose. Why_on_earth had_he_sat_there so meekly and let_her go
on like that--he, the_more or_less well-known Eric Mann! Had he no force
of_character_at all? No_dignity?

Suppose she had to write plays to suit the_whims of penny-splitting
Broadway managers who had_never heard of_Andreyev_and_Tchekov, were
bored by Shaw_and Shakespeare and thought an optimist_was an eye
doctor--where would _she_ get_off!

During the short block between Sixth Avenue_and the Square, anger
conquered depression. When_he entered the old brick_apartment building
he_was muttering. When he left_the elevator and_walked along_the dark
corridor to_the rooms he was considering reprisals.

Peter_shared the dim_old seventh-floor apartment with two fellow
bachelors,_Henry_Sidenham Lowe and_the_Worm._The three_were sometimes
known as_the_Seventh-Story Men._The_phrase was Hy Lowe's and referred
to_the_newspaper stories of that absurd kidnaping escapade--the_Esther
MacLeod case, it was--back_in_1913. The three were_a bit younger then.

Hy Lowe_was a slim young man with_small features_that appeared_to be
gathered in the middle of his face. His job might_have been thought
odd anywhere save in_the Greenwich Village region._After some_years
of_newspaper work he_had_settled down_to the managing editorship of
a missionary weekly_known as__My Brother's Keeper_. Hy was
uncommunicative, even_irreverent regarding his means_of_livelihood,
usually referring to the paper as_his meal ticket, and to his_employer,
the Reverend Doctor Hubbell Harkness_Wilde_(if_at all) as the Walrus._In
leisure moments, perhaps as a chronic_reaction from the_moral strain of
his job, Hy affected slang,_musical_comedy and girls. The partly skinned
old_upright_piano in the studio was his._And_he_had a small gift at
juggling_plates.

The Worm was a philosopher; about_Peter's age, sandy