Tune Every Heart And Every Voice

Tune Every Heart and Every Voice"How Goes It?" Webel said, standing at the bar."Nighttime, nighttime," Eddie said, mournfully, serving Webel a cup of black coffee.It was 2:30 in the morning, but there were still more than a dozen people in the bar. There were a few couples in the booths; near the beer spigots a tall, youngish man sat talking in a low voice to a girl with chopped black hair and green wool stockings; two or three industrious drinkers stared into their glasses,...