The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-08-13
The Gentleman
From Indiana
By BOOTH HARRINGTON
By BOOTH HARRINGTON
CeswsAt. 1909. br bossasAg Mcclure ca.
cosmht 1909. ss Moclws. Psisa . %.

AVE. uN VilE ttAfA0 ~ fyNS
OF the playhouse lobby for some hard
handed. tried old friend. 80 he would
wave the outer world g0dspeed ana
come back 10 the old ways OF Carlow.
What though the years were dusty. he
had his friends and bis memories and
his old black brler pipe. He had
girls picture that he should carry IN
bis heart TIL his last day. and II bis
life was sadder II was infinitely richer
for It. His winter fireslde would be not
80 lonely for her sake, and. losing her.
he lost not everything. for he had had
the rare blessing Of having known her.
And what man could wish 10 be healed
of such burt2 Far better to have had
1t than to trot SNUG pace unscathed.
He had been a dullard, sluggard.
weary OF himself, unfit TO fight, fall
ure In life and failure In love. That
was ended. lie was tired Of failing,
and Il was time TO succeed for awhile.
To accept the worst that fate can deal
and 10 wiring courage from II Instead
OF despair-that Is success, and II was
the success that he would have. He
would take fate by the neck. But had
II done him unkindness7 He looked
out over the beautiful. "monotonots"
landscape. and he answered heartily.
"Now There was ignorance in man.
but no unklndness. Were man utterly
wise he were utterly kind. The Cross
readers had not known better. that was
all.
The unfolding aisles OF corn swan
pleasantly before bis eyes, The earth
hearkened to mans wants and answer.
ed. The clement sun and summer rains
hastened the frultion. Yonder stood
the brown haystack. garnered to feed
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 with
the harvest, for this was Carlow coun.
ty, and be was coming home.
They crossed byroad. An old man
with a streaky gray chin beard was
sitting on n sack OF oats In a soatless
wagon waiting for the train TO pass.
Harkless seized his companion excited
ly By the elbow. Tommy" be cried.
"it's Kim FentrIss. Look! Did you
see that old fellow?"
II saw a particularly unlnterested
and uninteresting gentleman sitting on
a bag" replied his friend.
"why, that's old KImball Fentrlss.
He's going TO town. He lives on the
edge Of the county"
"Can this be trueT said Meredith
grayely,
"I wonder" said Harkless thought
fully a few moments later-"I wonder
why he had them changed around"
"who changed aroundY'
'sThe team. He always used to drive
the bay on the near side and the sor.
rel on the Of"
"And at present" rejoined Meredith,
81 am TO understand that he Is driving
the sorrel on the near side and the bay
on the ofii"
That's It." returned the other. He
must have worked them like that for
some time, because they didn't look
uneasy. They're all right about the
train, those two. I've seea them stand
with their heads almost against a fast
freight. See there" He pointed to
white frame farmhouse with green
blinds. That's Win Hibbard's. We're
Just outside OF Beaver"
"Beayer2 Elucidate Beaver, boy"
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