The sentence meant for farewell she did not catch, for she was staring at a wooden-faced portrait upon an easel, the portrait of a man with a drooping mustache, and porky cheeks, and dead-looking eyes.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
And did you notice the fellow with the big yellow mustache?
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Hank, grinning under his ragged, brown mustache, handed her the lines.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower