Ralph Stock, The Pyjama Man (Ainslee's, 1913… (1913)
“ The wind dropped, and a pale moon, struggling intermittently through the dispersing cloud rack, shed a sickly brilliance over the interminable snow. Sprague stood at the open door, heedless of the cold. For the hundredth time he told himself that he had followed the only path of a strong man, but, then, he knew that he was not a strong man. ”
