The Silent Partner #220420

HE rainiest nights, like the rainiest lives, are by no means the saddest. This occurred to Miss Kelso one january night, not many winters ago. Though, to be exact, it was rather the weather than the simile which occurred to her. The weather may hap pen to anybody, and so serves a purpose like photography and weddings. Reflections upon life you run your chance of at twenty-three.