It's really a treat to look at these old periodicals.
Anthologists do have more fun.
We won't see the like of these publications ever again. Georgia Wood Pangborn is a damn good writer. Her prose has the mellifluousness of Henry James, without that writer's sometimes ponderous density, and contains passages of real poetic breadth. There is an undercurrent, though, which is hinted at in the setup to this story. It concerns a young man, John Bixby, who lives on his back in his bed, unable to see or move, in the attic of his mother's boarding house.