The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-11-20


headed man of business to say, and he
turned back to the paper with pursed
lips and face slightly reddened by UNI
accustomed emotion.
ut is q good showing said he, at
last. Much better than the street has
any reason to expecrt-or any right to
expect, for that matter. This is the
statement you wish posted?"
Yes" answered Bushnell that's
what l made it out for" and then, as
the other arose to go, II want to get
out of town for a few days, Rogers
I'm beginning to feel run down, with
the accursed worry. Ill not be needed
here, will II"
mo. [ can attend TO everything, I
think" and the lawyer folded the
statement carefully and put 1t in his
poClletbook. Where can L reach wou,
in case I need your"
AT Lexington. Greene county"
"Ip the Catskills?"
Eyes"
Born there, weren't you?"
Eyes"
"Al right" and the lawyer turned
toward the door That's the best
| i'NNNN " So, III eUiN. NTuOu-DyC' l.
hope the rest will do you good
Thanks" and Bushnell pulled him
self to his feet The two men shook
hands. Good bye" he said.
] Bushnell dropped back into his chair
as the door closed. His head fell for
ward on his hands, and the bitterness
and futility of it all weighted him
down. The rush and roar of the street
| drifted In through the windows and
! filled the room, but he did not hear it,
for he was far away. He had left that
little village In the Catskills full of
hope and purpose-it was not long ago
In time, but now long in events-and
| for a space it seemed he was to win.
1t had come upon him suddenly--this
| fever to show the stuff that was in him
and he thought it all out one moon
light night away UP on the side Of Wy
Mountain. He had laid his plans care
fully and had dreamed Of millions But
the odds had been too great and he had
been caught in the ruins of the edihce,
which his own brain had built, and
crushed utterly. But the bitterest of
all was that he must go back empty
handed, when he hoped to take so
much. 1t was not for himself alone he
had hoped to win.
The station at Shandakin, long,
low, grmy structure, was almost de-
serted as Bushnell stepped off the
train the next afternoon. Only the
stage was there, as it was every day.
ready for the ten-mile journey over the
hills to Lexington, and he grasped the
hand of the old driver with real
warmth
I'm glad to see you, Jin,'' he said.
How are all the folks?"
ooh they're all right, / reckon But |
you look kinder peaked, Mr.. Bushnell. !
Been workin' too hard, / spect."
Bushnell laughed.
THAT may be it," he said. ANY |
way l decided that a week or two back
here in the hills would do me good"
$50 twill" nodded the driver, IAN
the folks will be glad to see you, I
reckon. Got any luggage?"
"Only this" and Bushnell held UP the
grip he carried in his hand
"All right Pile in. You're the only
passenger"
Bushnell piled in accordingly
Jim clambered to the front seat.
cucked to the horses, and they were
off. The road for the first few miles
wound through a wood of stately pines,
Bushnell lay back in his seat and took
great breaths of the fragrant air. and
felt his pulse beating with renewed
vigor Up and up climbed the coach
toward the NOTCH a mere dent In the
chain of mountains, and the air grew
,,1a 81
along by the side of the road and
remembered with peculiar
vividness how many trout he had
caught in it when he was q boy. He
felt his hands itching to get hold of "a
pole again and the nostralgia of as
phalt and crowded streets. which had
been on him for the past two years,
slipped from him imperceptibly.
The sun was dipping behind the
range of hills in the west as they
reached the summit of the notch, and
stopped to get drink from the spring
which bubbled from beneath a great
'ock at the roadside. An old fruit can
vas the only drinking vessel but Bush
tell took a long draught of the spark
ing water He felt his brain clearing,
llS NERVES BrDWfnS SledultI, anu INC
great city, with it's crush of money
hunters, seemed very far away.
The horses felt their way cautiously
Town into the valley on the other side
# the ridge, and sped on through the
lusl toward home. The noises of the
light began to sound from the wood I
N either hand--the croaking Of the
rogs, the chipering of the crickets
low long it had been snce he had heard
hem! 1T almost seemed as If they
we're welcoming him back. The air
eemed charged with electricity. Now
hey were near the Schohare, and it's
waters danced with phosphorescence as
hey FLASHED noiselessly over the stones.
urely this was better music than that ~
the ticker, and Bushnell breathed a =
Ugh of thankfulness that he had left | =
he uproar of the street far behind.
At last he saw the twnkling lights
hitch told him that he was near his
end. They danced and
frightened and grew larger. A dog
arked, and two or three women came