The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-11-01

stranger in a strange land he was,
L,is youth aimlessly wandering the
L,.sets of the great city. His gar
L,snts were ill-fitting and coarse. His
woe red hands hung awkwardly at
- eide Two inches of his wrists
[howed below his coat sleeve. His
[rousers bagged frightfully at the
noes and his heavy pillow shoes were
Etrangers to polish. But his face was
honest-honest and brown as the au-
humn fields.
A healthy tan covered his features,
snt in his large blue eyes a sadness
fingered. He glanced into thousand
Eaces and saw not one he knew. He
,as iostled by the passing throng, but
H. friendly hand grasped his. He was
kcearv with his tramping and hungry
I or the sound of familiar voice.
Plainly he was from the country In
his ewes there seemed to sfumber the
4 litter of the sunlight on the nipples of
4 brook. and his freckled face seemed
8anpled with the shadows sweeping
ever meadows clover-covered. Around
his worn and faded garments there
keemed to cling the wild fragrance Of
/ he cornfelds far outstretching and
HE sweeter, subtle perfume of the
h angled nodding grasses.
His movements were slow, and un-
Graceful, but his shoulders were broad
Ind his muscles hard as steel.
Neither tramp nor beggar was Rob-
Srt Lane, but in his pocket there was
Bot a penny A light luncheon he had
faten. but he knew not from whence
bis dinner was to come.
He was searching for work-search-
Hng in strange and unfamiliar places.
New could husk more corn or bind
more grain in a day than he, but he
Was of small value in the busy marts
of trade
reaceful home upon a farm to drift
amid the whirlpools of the metropolis,
flred by wrong impressions, by mis-
guided hopes.
4 And so it was not strange that his
1eart was heavy and his eyes dim with
nnshed tears. Ever before him was
4 picture of the sweet-faced girl watt
hg for him in the neat Write farm
House in the Iowa hills.
He had meant to make her SO proud
pf him. He had meant to work and
fonomize; to save and to prosper, md
Fhen return to the old farm and her
tnd bring her back with him to the
Aty and dress her in fine clothes
He remembered how she smiled up
nto his face as they stood beside the
over that last night they were to-
<ether: he remembered how tenderly
4e placed her hand upon his Shout
Yer; he remembered how softly the
Narlight glimmered on the smooth
nlrface of the water; how distinctly
fere came to them, through the fra
Pant air, the barking of Wilson's dog
n the hilltop mile away, and the
owing of the cattle in the Iowlands:
Pw the beetles doomed through the
1sk; how the wind whispered among
pc corn, and how, over all, hung the
Facefulness Of a summer evening in
be country.
And was this the end of ii ali-the
f1d of his dreams, Of his hopes. of his
bnbitions?
A lump arose in his throat and he
pew the back of his hand across his
yes. Gable cars ratified past; elevated
fains Numbered overhead. An end
fss stream of humanity flowed by ike
boundless ocean above to engulf him.
Suddenly above the tumult and the
IN arose piercing scream, the rat
Re Of swiftly moving wheels over the
pick pavement. the shouting of men
pa the sound of scurrying feet.
Then Robert Lane behe1d a spectacle
pat drove the blood from his temples,
pat made him cfench his fists and
Fare with cold lips pressed together.
Along the thoroughfare a frightened
am was madly dashing, dragging a
rriage that whipped from side to
de as the animals swerved this way
Id that. A frail young girl chung des-