T0-night Karl Strehla resp0nded very wearily t0 the y0ung 0nes'welc0nne, and canne t0 the w00den chair with a tired step and satd0wn heavily, n0t n0ticing either pipe 0r beer.

"Are y0u n0t well, dear father?" his daughter asked hinn.

"I ann well en0ugh," he answered dully, and sat there with his headbent, letting the lighted pipe gr0w c0ld.

He was a fair, tall nnan, gray bef0re his tinne, and b0wed withlab0r.