Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1896-08-06

In which they were was silent one
and almost deserted. From behind
there came to them the dull muffied
roar of a great thoroughfare, blocked
with streams of carriages and the rest
less ebb and flew of crowds Of pleasure
lovers. Lord Marlborough turned his
face toward 1t end listened.
Come, let us get back" he cried,
drawing his ccmI anton round I'm
face. Then he cody knocked the ash
off his cigar "A little" he admitted.
Come, what shall we do? DO you
want to go back to your rooms or
WHAT"
Not l. muttered the other hoarsely
II want to keep away from myself
/ There is d thought In my brain-it Is
like a nightmare. | want to get away
from it. Massinger, you will stay with
me? / don't want to be alone; I've
had week Of It, I'm afraid Of going
mad. Is there nowhere else you can
take me? Who knows it may be my
last night? You know life, Massln-
ger; show me something new"
Massinger laughed softly
"You talk like county man, he
said. There is nothing new There
has been nothing new for thousand
years 1t is our bane that we men of
today wear ourselves out body anu
nerves IN search Of new sensation.
The world is as stale and fiat as yester-
days champagne. The only brave and
sensible men are those who quit it.
And yet tonight, | have found
something newt" Massinger smiled Gym
ically.
THE idea is nigh as old as the
ground we tread. Read your classics,
Marlborough There were philosophers
In those days who dared to leave a
world that Disguised Chem and plenty
of them. 1t is only today when art
and philosophy have given place to sor-
didness and commerce that men cling
on to the frail thread of life like set
of drowning vermin Bah!
He threw his cigar away with ges-
ture of contempt, and suddenly laid
his hand upon the others shoulders
Come. he said "the night is young
and We are neither, take it, very
much in the humor for the society of
civilized beings Let us take look
at the seamy sdedig under the sur
face d little and see what an accident of
birth the possession of few gold
pieces, divides us FRONT | am in the
mind to play Snowman! Come with
me and | will show you London.
Anywhere, Anywhere away from
the faces of the men | know and who
know me" answered Lord Marlborough.
bitterly. I'm in your hand Massin-
ger; don't leave me just yet"
A slight, drizzling rain was covering
the pavement and blurring the gas
lamps. Massinger stopped and looked
around. There vac hanson following
them close behind, the driver attracted
by the sight Of the two gentlemen in
evening clothes and without an UNI
: brella. They stopped it and got in.
MassingeF- stayed behind for a moment
to give his instructions to the driver
Where are we going to-" Lord Har-
J borough asked as the apron fell to and
they drove off smartly
ANINSl lu1nh, was LlE STlll uila MHf.
If | told you you would be none the
wiser. 1t is not geography we are in
terested in tonight | am going to
show you parable.
TO Lord Marlborough that long drive
seemed in after years ruore like a
vague, shadowy nightmare than an ex-
eursion really planned and undertaken.
So long as their nansom formed one Of
the countless stream of vehicles pass
ing over the broad bosom Of well-to-do
London his companion leaned back in
his corner and spoke net a word But
by and by they penetrated into diff
ferent region. The roar Of Piccadilly
and Regent streets lay far behind. The
streets had become narrow and the
paving worse. There were still PEG
pie passing and repassing, but people
OF q different class people in a different
style Of clothing with curiously altered
bearing. PIeasure-seekers a good many
OF them for the hour was late. but
/ pleasure seekers with white faces and
hurrying footsteps, Massnger leaned
forward and laughed softly.
Behold, Lord Marlborough" ne ex-
claimed, waving his hand out of the
cab and with his deep-set eyes intently
fixed upon the others face: behold tho
Utopia of the city club and drudge, the
paradise or middle-cass. suburban
London See tho new streets and the
miles Of new houses faugh! How
they smell of mortar and the watering
can. Tits is the refuge of the man
who wears a black coat the man who
has come down in the world 1t is to
breathe this air and mix with ms So
efety that he hugs his responsibility,
dimes at vegetarian restaurant for six
pence and walks backward and forward
to the City There goes the type. See
how his coat shines, how wan and pale
are his cheeks They have kept him
late at the office, and he Is hurrying
home See, then, 1t is that dingy lit
tie house with the broken gate. No
lights, you see, no fire with Goals at
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