Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1895-04-04

less to point out to him that had done
SO for years. Therefore, instead of an
swering the fool according to his folly,
as should have done, said:
IF your remarks mean anything,
they indicate that you know some such
spot that is worth visiting. Tell me
where it is and l will go there"
So this idiot, much pleased at being
treated kindly, instead of being assas-
sinated, as he should have been, said
that of all places on this earth the
Three Crows inn at Suffering Bodley
was the quaintest and most charming.
1t was two or three hundred years old,
and things in the village of Suffering
Bodley We're now just about where
they were in Queen Elizabeth's time
The place was about two and half
hours from London by fast train
north to particular place, then you
change trains and get on doddering
little railway that finally lands you in
Suffering Bodley.
may say right here that I am not
going to give the place it's proper name,
first, because I don't wish to be sued
for libel by the proprietor of the Three
Crows inn; and secondly, because hate
no man sufficiently to lure him to such
spot as Suffering Bodley.
Suffice it to say that I reached the
little station of Suffering Bodley at
about six o'clock in the evening, and it
was then reasonably dark and getting
darker every minute. Nobody else got
off tn. train, and as 1 saw the last car
riage depart, glazing at me with it's
baleful red light, there crept over me a
feeling that l had made mistake.
There was a hopelessly barren look
about the railway station that chilled
the bones. The night was cold and the
rain was falling gently. had noticed
before the daylight entirely ceased
that the whole country through which
the train was running was flooded and
the place round about was deplorably
fat, whereas my idea of picturesque
spot includes hills.
said to the surprised station master
when gave up my ticket:
Where is the village?'
(which village, sir??' he answered.
(Which? l did not know there were
two"
"Yes," he said "There are two.
There is Suffering odley to the south
and Gameleg- Warrington to the
north"
Then the station, take it, is in
neither of them?'
'Oh, bless you, no, SIR" said the
station master. 'Stuttering- Bodley is
three miles to the south and Gameleg-
Warrington is four miles to the north. "
WELL" said in dismay, If had
been engineering this railway could
have hit either place a little closer
than that. understand that the vii
lagos are not chickens, and have been
here since Elizabeth's time?"
He admitted that this was true, and
that the railway, taken as a whole,
was newer than either of the places.
''Does the Three Crows TAVERN" I
asked, lever send a bus here to meet
the trains?"
"Oh, bless you, no, SIR said the
station master. -
us there any place near by where I
could hire a conveyance?
'You could get a cart, he answered,
"at Gameleg- Warrington"
I suspected the station master was
poking fun at me, though he said this
quite seriously. 1t was not to be sup
posed that a man would walk four
miles there and then drive four miles
back in order to be carried three miles.
''Are there any turns in the road"
said I, "between here and Suffering
Bodley?"
'sOh, no, sir" answered the station
master. You can't miss your way,
sir.''
When man in England says that,
you may know that it is a particularly
difficult road to find.
stopped along the muddy highway,
carrying handbag. The night got
darker and darker, still could see on
each side of the road that the fields
were flooded, and now the rain began
to pour down with savage steadiness, as
# it had got me and knew it.
After tramping in this hopeless fash
ion for what l took to be two miles,
the road turned to the left. Directly
before me rose large castellated por-
ter's lodge, with an archway under
meath. / found a little girl standing
underneath the archway, apparently
hoping that the rain would cease. ]
said to her:
II suppose the road to the left leads
to Suffering Bodley?"
''Oh, no, sir" she replied. 1.-THE road
through the park leads to the village
and to the castle"
.Oh, there's castle there" said I.
She seemed surprised that I did not
know this.
us it ruin?" l asked; "or does any
body live in it?"
"Ths marquis Of Bodley lives