The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-09-11
BY ZACH McGHEE.

Holme. Burnley Road. Lancashire England. Sept. 11.-Can 1t 'Omei there's hardly a being in the village who would not stare If you prononnced p,o;s sa the tavern tells me there's gentle man" lives here, in the 'ouse hon hon the I'll which we can see through the window. It is an oid-time tavern, In English fiction, and am drying myself by the fire in the bar-maid 2 kitchen. have just dispatched the DOT of tea she brewed for me and the seven she placed on my plate, during which, after giving me a catalogue of all the Americans she ever saw ana or the working people-of the community who wo have come back. We entered into a dis cussion of economies.
 It Is raining, you see, and I cannot proceed down the road on my bicycle. Through a long string of smoky, man. ufacturing towns, tarrying here and there to talk with people along the road. have wheeled or "byked" these two days till, caught in the rain, i! of course to discuss economies with the men who drop into the tavern. But as this Is merely cluster Of stone houses in a marrow valley. and It con tinues to rain, must confine my in- terview to the barmaid.
 'Po many tramps pass along this
 Many tramps?" she repeated. pug
 "Yes, tramps--bums?"
 She looked more puzzled than ever. repeating "bums" with an accent of the severest surprise. as the English your words.
 "Hoboes. you know" ventured.
 "Hoboesw she repeated, and pres sntly ray of isntsligshSee sSe
 Evidently she thought a hobo was some sort of Yankee trick" and. to tell you the truth, I doubt If she were wholly wrong. She understands beg pass by at times.
 Last night spent at Todmorden. one of the thlckest clusters of smoke be- grimed stone houses and factory chim- ley; village they call 1t. but about 3O 900 people live in 1t and about it to work in the mills there.
 How many mills are there here?" I asked Q group of workmen on the mar row streets, where thousands of men. women and children were making dip with the chatter of their clogs" The workmen smiled. shook their heads. and mills to count.
 T suppose there are a good many people here out of employment" l ob- served that there was no answer. If
  anything else than stare or an "ah .' you must ask your questions direct. He can understand your words-if you leave out the slang. but he has not ing attached to the infections of your voice. A rising infection at the end of the last word, by which you mean 3 question does not mean anything to the Briton. When I supposed there were a good many men out of employ ment they just let me suppose what ever I pleased and went on silently with their own supposing. A very in- answered me later. We have some men about here out of employment. perhaps a dozen. They have homes or live with some of their people. They
 And now it is far into the night. It rained on and on. The day dark ened into evening and the sharp lines of the hills which hang high up over the picturesque green valley faded in. stay in the tavern all night and dream those sweet dreams that Walter Scott. Dickens and Charles Reade put into my fancy. because the bar.maids hus- ing himself on the Isle of Man. She is the tavern keepers wife. don't know whether her husband Is Marx Tapley or not, but there wouldn't be NiOolb AOL DCAhB JSAAJp to her.
 T would never put up any man for the night when my 'usband is away. she said. but, good soul. wanting to be kind. she never dreamed she did for me the greatest favor anybody in England is likely to do, when she made ar rangements for me to spend the night here where I now am. in one of the workingmens stone cottages, which had interested me all along the road for two days. and into which had been trying to devise means of getting 2 peep. For these people. however kind and simple hearted. are resentfui of strangers efforts to make sights of them or their homes, and the sight seer" must generally view their homes from the outside.
 But here I am, and have Just spent two hours downstairs In the Kitchen and living room talking with a typi- cal Lancashire factory girl. and her mother. who used also to work In 9 mill but now has retired. In perfect ly natural. simple and sincere way they told me everything from the kind uf stockings they wear. showing me how to knit them, to the cost of their rent and their food. They have 9 hor- TOT of America. for the best of req sons. The girls father was killed al Colorado Springs in a mining camp ] thirteen years ago. and they could nev-