John Ames Mitchell

“ While distinctly a thoughtful face, good-humor and a tranquil spirit were the two things most clearly written. His eyes were gray–frank, honest, mirthful, with little wrinkles at the corners when he smiled.
After many questions had been asked and answered, the more pretentious gentleman laid a hand affectionately on the other’s arm, and said:
“But what has happened to you, Pats? How thin you are! You look like a ghost–a mahogany ghost.” ”

“ Hasn’t she a brother or some relative to reach out a hand and save her?”
“She doesn’t care to be saved. She is one of those women with a conscience. A big one: the sort that becomes a disease unless taken in time.” ”

“ He was too well provided for, too easily clever and in too many ways, to achieve renown in any field requiring serious labor.
He inhaled the salt air as it came in from the sea, took out his watch, scanned the wharf, picked a thread from his sleeve, and twirled, somewhat carefully, the ends of a yellow moustache. His glance moved indifferently over various passengers and things about him until it rested on a man, not far away. The man was leaning against the railing of the deck watching the scene upon the wharf below. ”