The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-05-16
THE WAY T0A
 MANS HEART
BY JOSEPH BURNETT. d a1zsxselr lrelsk 1anA hrr nailx Ef0rN

BY JOSEPH BURNETT.
 {Ccpyright. 1904. by Daily Story Pub.
 Herbert Mu,forS w was thoroughly dis satisfied with himself and with his lot in life. He had awakened to the fact that riches do not necessarily bring
 He had challenged fortune in the arena of life and had won the Joust. He was very rich and a very power
 He had gone at it early and worked unremittingly. He had been fortunate, as well as faithful, and found himself the posscssor of great riches before he
 When he found his fortune secure he NOW he said. T will indulge the
 have sSt during tSs oMsrs s 1aeos s fancy had turned to ashes at his touch. The desires of his youth proved to be mirage when put to the lips. So- drove him distracted; travel tired him. and Europe nearly landed him in a madhouse. The moment he left the came Lonesome, homesick and diseon- tented. Once back at his desk hiSeen- thusiasm returned, he felt at home, satisfied. confident and ardent to pur-
 Of course he enjoyed the freedom and the creature comforts his great wealth gave him, and he lavished mon
 
 stint. But he was compelled to admit that his life was circumscribed by the limits of the business world. and that other ambitions or aetIvities conid Se his. He yearned for leisure and re- pose. but was unhappy away from the and literature. but realized that they were for no half-hearted suitor, and knew that he was tied to his idols.
 The home yearning was the strong <zx% snF or ar1A kA Aav. &. ( Al. tent of securing an establishment with retinue of servants. Here he gem orally slept, and sometimes ate--in pared by a $500 chef whose autocracy was approached only by his stupidity. But more often he dined at the clubs least. he did not feel apologetic to those who served him. His living cost him great sum. but ever and anon. as he awaited some particularly expensive Disappointed appetite Tn the aroma of Havana cigar. there would flash be- fore his mental vision the old dinner farm. He could fairly smell the steam Ing dishes on the red tablecloth, and tt sometimes seemed that he could en and the fragrant dishes of vegeta- made bread.
 Of all these things had Muiford been
 
 attempt at lunch at the club, as he wandered perfunctorily through a great apartment building of the cheap CT class on which he was about to make a considerable loan. For once the business in hand seemed of second ary importance and he lounged idly through the labyrinth of halls and cor riders unseeing and unaware, his soul full of bitterness and his body full af weariness. Of what avail his success es, his money, his power. when it could not buy for him that which he craved ---his lost youth and freshness and joy?
 He leaned against the wall heavily, oppressed by the gloom of his thoughts. Presently he was aroused by a pungent odor which permeated through his thoughts and his bitter ness and assailed his sub-conscious- ness---an odor which galvanized into very life the memories with which he was struggling. Yes, surely 1t was no. 1t could not be; but, yes-no-yes, most certainly 1t was the odor of fresh baking bread-none of your bakery smells, but the real aroma of hon1e- made bread. He glanced at the tram som through which the tempting odor, came. At this instant a staIwart young fellow came charging around the corner and, without as much as looking at Mulford, slammed open the door beneath the fragrant transom.
 What followed Mulford heard invol- untarily.