Heart Hunger

The rain feil sullenly. Truck horses plodded along the sodden streat, patiently, heavily. Gladys De Vere stood at the window looking out on a sloppy and dlsmal world. The loneliness of the day weighed on her soul. "I am heart hungry," she sighed. "Aye, heart hungry." But what was the use? There would be liver for breakfast just the same ■