Courier Democrat., 1904-11-17

ing rayety into mems hearts. The little
stations hummed with hustle and NOISE
hie farm wagons ratified off up the VII
lagc streets and raced with "cut under
or omnibus; people walked with quick
steps; the baggagemasters callea
cheerily to the trainmen. and the
hrakemen laughed gcodbys to rollick-
ing girls. At times the train ran be-
tween shadowy groves. and delicate
landscape vistas, framed in branches,
opened, closed and succeeded each 9th
er, and then the travellers were carried
beyond into the level open again ana
looked out to where the intensely blue
September skies ran down to the low
horizon, meeting the boundless aisles
of corn. 1t takes long time for the
full beauty of the fat lands to reach
mans soul. Once there, nor hills. nor
sea. nor growing fan leaves Of palm
shall suffice him. 1t is like the beauty
in the word Indiana. 1t may be that
there are people who do not consider
Indiana a beautiful word. but let it
ring true in your ears. and it has a
richer sound than Nallombrosa.
All at once the anger ran out of John
Harkless. He was q hard man for
anger to tarly with. And in place of it
q strong sense of home coming began
to take possession of him. He was go
ing home. Back to Plattville, where l
belong" he said to himself without bit
terness. and it was the truth. Every
man cometh to his own place in the
end"
Yes, as one leaves gay acquaintance
Of the playhouse lobby for some hard
handed, tried old friend, SO he would
wave the outer world godsrecd and
come back to the old ways of Carlow.
What though the years We're dusty. lie
had his friends and his memories and
his old black brier pipe. lie had a
girls picture that he should carry in
his heart till his last day. and if hi;
life was sadder it was infinitely richer
for it. His winter Greside would be not
so lonely for her sake. and. losing her,
he lost not everything. for he had lad
the rare blessing of having known her.
And what man could wish to he healed
of such hurt: Far better to have had
it than to tlot a SNUG pace unScathcd.
He had been a dullard. a sluggar1.
weary Of himself, unfit to fight. fail.
ure in life and Il failure in love. That
was ended. He was tired of failing.
and it was time to succeed for awhile.
To accept the worst that fate can deal
and to wiring courage from it instead
of despair-tlat is success. and it was
the success that he would have. he
would take fate by the neck But had
it done him unkindness: He looked
out over the beautiful. "monotonous'
"No." There was ignorance in man
! but 10 unkindness. Were man utterly
I wise he We're utterly kind. The Cross
/ readers had not known better. that was
! ALL
! The unfolding aisles of corn swan
| pleasantly before his eyes. The earth
hearkened to mans wants and answer
ed. The clement sun and summer rain:
hastened the fruition. Yonder stood
the brown haystack, garnered to feet
the industrious horse that had earned
his need. There was the straw thatch
ed shelter for the cattle. How the or
chard boughs bent with their burdens
The big red barns stood stored Will
the harvest, for this was Carlow coun
/ ty, and he was coming home.
They crossed byroad. An old mai
with streaky gray chin beard wa
sitting on sack of oats in a seatles
wagon waiting for the train to pass
HAIRLESS seized his companion excited
IL hv the elbow. Tommy" be cried