The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-10
MAYOR GAYNOR
 WALKS 8 MILES
Chats With Reporters and Tells Them He Has Read Four
 Books This Week

St. James, L. l., Sept 10.-Short1y l before 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon a little man in an old tweed suit and 1 faded hat walked down the road to-
 ward Boomertown. The little man was Mayor Gaynor
 A group of reporters left their rock ing chairs on the porch of Sam Gould s roadhouse and walked across the lane
 to meet him.
 How far are you going, Judge?''
 "Oh. just around the block. Come along with me, but don't ask me to taIk.''
 The reporters tagged along behind with covert smiles at the little mans dropping shoulders and thin legs. It would be easy enough, they thought, to take the pace of a eonvalescent Gaynor smiled too behind his beard and said nothing. He walked along at a< steady three mile an hour gait, passed the outskirts of St. James, en- tered Boomertown and passed that.
 After three-Quarters of an hours s steady p1odding through scrub oak and dwarf pines the party came to cross without a word. How far is this, Judge2" one of those following in his train incurred "a little anxiously; sweg. Sorry can't go little fast CT, but have difficulty in swallowing and have to go slow. l usually go at
 
 Silence again for three-quarters of an/ hour more. Then another cross roads -Four miles, said MT. Gay nor turning once more to the left. The reporters plodded on without word. At the next mile post one of them sat down in the grass
 ed. The party went on and left him behind After another long per- iod of silence, broken, only by the song of a whippoorwiH. Mayor Gaynor F>,, kI,<1s voc 7 fa had set long before and a crescent moon hung low in the western sky. It was after ' o'clock,
 Well, Sboys,'' said his Honor. look ing from one face to another. which road shall it be? That one to the right leads around by the mill pond. It's three miles long. This one to the left goes straight to the village It's only a mile to home that way. The reporters said nothing, but marched in a body down the left distance the Mayor chatted as gayly as his sore throat would permit. He spoke of the whippoorwil1. From a discussion of feathered creatures in marking that he had read four volumes so far this week. The list is worth as showing the catholicity of the Mayors lit6rary taste. The books are NGilton's tsParadise Lost,,1 Marriage, by Mrs. Herbert Parsons; a treatise on the Shakespe Bacon
 
 Bright Side of Life-''
 At the roadhouse the walking club broke up. 3'How far have we gone, Jqdge?'' the reporters asked.
 tsOnly about eight miles, was the reply t'I just wanted to try myself out.''
 Are you tired, Mir. Gaynor?' was the next query '.I don't perceive any symptoms of fatigue he answer ed.
 Yesterday morning the Mayor sat in his library and read for two hours. Then he motored over to Port Jefferson and took a short cruise aboard the yacht Wild Duck. At o'clock he came ba ok to DeepwelIs, sat down for half an hour and then began his eight mile walk.
 While the Mayor was out on the road two visitors came and offered good wishes. One was Michael J. i Dady, Republican boss of Kings coun- ty The other was Jere Weinberg, a. Brooklyn lawyer.
 The St. James horse show opens to- Hay and the chances are that the l Mayor will be present. Several of his 1 horses are entered.