Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-07

dow. and looked out into the night shadows
and at the flashing lamps of the street. Tho
surroundings were unfamiliar
MY clothing was within reach OF my hand,
dressed hastily. and then slipped from tho
room. down the broad stairs and ont into
the night without discovery. | daresay
was mad. raving mad, as a result of that
fall.
AS I wandered on I saw that was in
cambridge and directed my way toward
harvard Square. In my purse. undts-
turbed. was my small store of money, and
at restaurant l bought a roll and coffee.
Ihen took a car for the South station. In
Boston. and was well launched Oh my Wild
Journey.
When. shortly before morning. | arrived
In the town Of Waleshy and sought a hotel
was distressed by the changes | beheId.
Time had wrought sad havoc All the old
landmarks We're gone
gu are not WELL said the night clerk
ROCKING at ME sharply when / asked for a
room.
Not very strong" I said. "as the result
OF recent injury but | am not III. Tho
originally, did It not?''
he stared at me. lao was a Young man,
with bristllng mustache and br ght yes
con know" lac said, Il never heard
that IT did"
l observed that he gave me curious
gianees as he conducted me to my room
slept scarcely at all. and was out before
sunrise, hurrying along the street which
was sure would bring me 10 familiar scenes.
But ] was not. led TO them. The sun camo
up ont of a vide fiat, where | had looked
for hills. With feeling of bewildermcnt
/ went on. The "o-ca- lee OF r-d-wiugei
blackDirds drew me TO clump of willows.
The water was stagnant and fetid the
clear spring had apparently been choked,
and the cool and trickling brook where as a
boy had waded barefoot was not there.
looked about for the hills OF my child
hood Springs may become choked and
brooks may dry up trees may be cut down,
highways may be changed, but the hills are
eternal Yet the hills OF my fancy, suns
bright when the red morning touched their
tops, purple gold and silver when the even-
ing shadows marched phalanx-like up the
cool valleys, were not there. Hills there
never had been in that place. The land
was fiat. Nor were there any hills about
the town; not even the little hills which
fancy, reaching youthward, may with the
aid OF deceptive memory magnify into large
ones.
A sudden terror shook me- auaked
under a new thought, that Imagination, In
sidiously inserting itself IN the place Of
memory and passing itself of as such, had
tricked me. I began to awake to the ter
rtble discovery that 1 had merely fancied
this town of Walesby to be my birthplace,
and that the hills the roads, the pleasant
brook and all were but the creations of a
capsized imagination. And az this rushed
upon me l was frightened and transfixeA
by another thought 1t seemed to come az
remembered portion of fevered dream
bed In the house in Cambridge. 1t was that
l was the only one who had from the first
been deceived, and that 1 was Julian RAN
dolph.
With the thrush Of this sudden conviction
strange memories assailed me. The recent
past grew haZy, and showing through II
like islands seen through a mist came
recollections that amazed and bewildered
me. Was l. could be, Julian Randolph?
"Julian!'
heard the name called. 1t was like a
voice from that other that submerged,
past. On hearing 1t 1 turned. Mrs. RAN
dolph was in the road, hurrying with quick
steps toward me- With her were Jack
Benson and Jerome. They had-I saw It
now-discovered my flight and had followed
in hot haste.
My brain spun round. There was a noise
In my head like the loud humming o. a top.
That noise ended in a roaring explosion.
And again l was as unconscious as when
fell to the ground at the ball field
(To be concluded tomorrow)