Kindred of the Dust by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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THE ILLUSTRATIONS Hector McKaye was bred of an acquisitive race She stole to the old square piano and sang for him Donald bowed his head, "I can't give her up, father" "I'm a man without a home and you've just _got_ to take me in, Nan" I In the living-room of The Dreamerie, his home on Tyee Head, Hector McKaye, owner of the Tyee Lumber Company and familiarly known as "The Laird," was wont to sit in his hours of leisure, smoking and building castles in Spain--for his son Donald. Here he planned the acquisition of more timber and the installation of an electric-light plant to furnish light, heat, and power to his own town of Port Agnew; ever and anon he would gaze through the plate-glass windows out to sea and watch for his ships to come home. Whenever The Laird put his dreams behind him, he always looked seaward. In the course of time, his home-bound skippers, sighting the white house on the headland and |
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