Hals

RAY PEARSON and Hal Winters were farm hands em- ployed on a farm three miles north of Winesburg.

In his nature he was as unlike Hal Winters as two men can be unlike.

The men addressed each other as "Hal" and "Charles." Charles was a middle-aged, lightish-colored man, with weak and watery eyes and a mustache that twisted fiercely and vigorously up, giving the lie to the limply drooping lip it concealed.

She was Charles's wife and Hal's sister--a nice family party.

As soon as he was snoring a good regular gait that was likely to last, and had his chin on his breast and looked permanent, Hal Clayton nodded towards the di'monds and then towards the outside door, and I understood.

'Thunder,' I says, 'what do you make out of this?--ain't it suspicious?' 'Land!' Hal says,

"I am Hal Vas," said the young man, "son of Vas Kor, of Dusar, a noble in the retinue of Astok, Prince of Dusar.

A pleasant smile lighted Hal Vas' face as Carthoris admitted his vocation.