Book Excerpt: lubthat afternoon, and, in an alcove off the library, encountered hisuncle."Hello, avuncular relative," Kit greeted, sliding into a leatherchair and spreading out his legs. "Won't you join me?"He ordered a cocktail, but the uncle contented himself with the thinnative claret he invariably drank. He glanced with irritateddisapproval at the cocktail, and on to his nephew's face. Kit saw alecture gathering."I've only a minute," he announced hastily. "I've got to run andtake in that Keith exhibition at Ellery's and do half a column onit.""What's the matter with you?" the other demanded. "You're pale.You're a wreck."Kit's only answer was a groan."I'll have the pleasure of burying you, I can see that."Kit shook his head sadly."No destroying worm, thank you. Cremation for mine."John Bellew came of the old hard and hardy stock that had crossedthe plains by ox-team in the fifties, and in him was this samehardness and the hardness of a childhood spent in the conquerinRead More
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