The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-10-18
THE TOWN MOUSE ABROAD.
MIX Deerbaun,'. Unhappy ExperIenc,

MAX BeerbnunrE Unhappy Experience
 cn q Rural Holiday.
 (From the London Saturday Review)
 People who live in remote parts of the country seem to think that man coming from London will be bored off his head by ordinary rural things. And so he would be- no doubt. if these things--these pigs and cows, these but tercIps and daisfes--were going to hem him In forever, This not being so. he resents the notion that his palate can be affiliated only by such strange and abnormal things as may happen to Turk here and there In the neighborhoood. notion from the minds of his entertain CTS, Vainly does he hint that 1t Is just as refuge from entertainment, Tn the special sense of the word. that he has fled the town. Yesterday. morning I the village where I was staying in or der that I might see a model dairy. There are several dairies within a stones throw, but only the model one was deemed worthy of my metropolitan eye. Nor, Indeed, was ] much ayerse from the expedition. A model dairy! The phrase has always conjured up for me pleasant vision of white tiles gleam- ing with a special coolness aI.6 white ness, and of row of unaporoachnbly beautiful and virtuous dairymaids in pink, churning whitest milk, or pat J their work-singlng folk7songs in clear fresh young voices. Figure, then, my bewilde:nent when I was inducted into a reality---a room abuzz with itlachin- ery-blacK iron wheels whirring over- head, piston rods, clans, cylinders, I know not what II didn't want to know what: but 1t was all explained to me, at my hosts behest, by the man in possession, by the man at the wheels, a beetle-browed man with a red nus tache and a peaked black cap and a l inackintosh quit Even some milk was shown to me. It was being subjected th an elaborate chemical process py which any tubercular properties in 1t would presently be detected
 1 Well, l hold no brief for bacllli; and ' I suppose l ought to have re3oiced in the vision of the man with the red mustaehe mounting constant guard be- i tween them and the villagers I ought not to have seen him as m ogre who had swallowed row of dairymaids. But that is how I did In my miad's eye clearly see him; and thus on the way home, my pretence of enthusiasm for model dairies was so faint as to cloud my hosts brow with the conviction that had been merely bored In the aft ernoon he was evidently preoccupiod by : the effcrt to think of some available thing that would stagger me. And ti l was with pathetic gleam of hope in 4 his eyes that he at leHgth advised me to walk up and down tho village street, between and o'clock, on the chance of seeing "Atoony Henry inc village idiot. 1 assured him thai shared nei- ther the oriental reVerence for madness nor the medaeval knack of getting fun out of il. and that I was perfectly con tent at the sight of villagers who were sane. "I quite rnderstand,' he said rather co'diy, meaning that what he quite understood was the futility of dangling onne rurl degenerate before the ewes of a man who habitually lived in a nlace from which he could run down to Earlswood fin ID time when ever the fancv seized him, Doubling my power to dispel this Illusion, I wan dcred out into the garden. The garden CT was there, anl I began 10 question him about the flowers
 My questions may not have been very intelligent, but they were prompted bS a quite sincere mt erAst. The gardenel evidently regarded thew as but tht gasps of a fish 5ut If water the hoi
 low eroans of n stawmg man. A
 lenrth with humane glance of com
 ba sion. and ignoring an inquiry as tC
 whether sweetneas wereor were no
 hardy, hc said It's awful dull here
 ahorts for folks that come from Lon
 don" and added that 1t wasa pity
 had not come last spring; in the nex
 village but one. so he told me. the!
 had a headed calf.