Chapter 26 SIX 26

A MODERN KNIGHT-ERRANT

I was lonesome once. I don't mean simply willin' to sit in a game, or to join a friendly little booze competition, or feelin' a sort of inward desire to mingle about with some o' the old boys an' see who could remember the biggest tales-I mean LONESOME,-the real rib-strainin' article when a man sits in a limpy little heap