THE GOING or THE PAST 



HE journeyed yesterday into the 

 Other Land. He was the last of his 

 generation. As he lay in the large 

 room of the old house, the simple 

 service read over him seemed in keep- 

 ing with the quiet simplicity of his 

 presence, when he had been about the 

 house in the strength of his ripe old 

 age. He had been a man of the old 

 school, white-haired, fair-faced, with 

 a certain tone about him, often af- 

 fected by some, but never uncon- 

 sciously. His manner of holding his 

 cheroot between his fingers, as he sat 

 by the fireplace reading, now and 

 then deliberately drawing in the 

 smoke, marked him as different from 



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