Earl Derr Biggers,
The Great Reader
(1910)
“ I want to see the West. I hate New York, I hate it. It's crowded, cruel, horrible. I want to get out on the broad plains, where there's enough of God's air for all. But I never will. I'll just have to go on reading—and reading—and maybe talking about it now and then. Say—what is the West like—anyhow?” Bob Garwood, the stranger, lighted a match and held it for a second so that its light shone into the pinched, city-pale face of William Parker. Then he applied it to his cigaret and tossed it to the grass. ”
