Melvin G. Winstock, "A Modern Hercules," The Tale of a Sculptress… (1899)
“ She gently stroked his gray hair, and fondling him softly, said: "And you won't be angry with my Milton any more?" "You sly pus; just like your mother was," and the hardened man of the world breathed a touching sigh, in the memory of a past that was fraught with delicious happiness, but which had gone forever. ”
