"They told me that they had heard a story that she was a _great_
actress. Dear God, if they could only know! When I think of that night
and that setting, that scene! It killed her, and it got me over the
wall--"




THEY GRIND EXCEEDING SMALL


By BEN AMES WILLIAMS

From _Saturday Evening Post_

I telephoned down the hill to Hazen Kinch. "Hazen," I asked, "are you
going to town to-day?"

"Yes, yes," he said abruptly in his quick, harsh fashion. "Of course I'm
going to town."

"I've a matter of business," I suggested.

"Come along," he invited brusquely. "Come along."

There was not another man within forty miles to whom he would have given
that invitation.

"I'll be down in ten minutes," I promised him; and I went to pull on my
Pontiacs and heavy half boots over them and started downhill through the