Carl Lindstrom's Death

A shabby little traveling man who was just then coming out of the store on his way to the saloon, stopped and gazed stupidly at the shining mass of hair she bare. He felt cheap and ill-used as if someone had taken advantage of him. When a drummer had been knocking about in the little drab towns and crawling across the wintry country in dirty smoking cars, was he to be blamed if, when he chanced upon a fine human creature, he suddenly wished himself more of a man? She stabbed him with a glance of Amazonian fierceness and drew in her lower lip, most unnecessary severity. It gave the little clothing drummer such a star that