The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-28

won't even advise you what that is or puts you oR with parable. He says the curse of all systems has been authority, reducing people to the level of sheep "But Enor is pining away for Fred" gatd Doesn't he see it. or doesn't he care|
 gro person the Purple Brothers plane, re turned Miss Gibbs, "such things are about inn- portant the humming of that fly on the window worth who's one of those grabby old octopuses that will let go anything they like. To her the New Religion is simply sort or bonoproof, ID which she can keep Elinor away from all the Freos and Toms and Willies and Harrys, and have her all to herself"
 :rhen you don't think anything can be done~
 And Eiinor's bound to stay in the bombproofT
 Has to-"
 And Fred's out in the cold forever?"
 "As far Enor is concerned, yes"
 And my position as the brighter of his life is to be permanent!
 q guess so."
 And the Purple Brothers there for keepsT
 Indeed he is."
 "Would you mind if I utter loud yell of desparT
 "No, go ahead"
 rang the bell Instead. They poisonous things. those badheads, but what else had I to turn to? When all the world is dark and drear one might be excused by temperance reformer. for ordering two frappe. As slipped mine reflected that crude people like Fred Mccall often better inspired in emergency than those of the highest culture He had been for attacking the problem with tar and feathers, and the summary use of rail Woes me that I had dissuaded him. The whole disaster was my fault; had wrecked two young lives; was shadow across that cold hearth on De La GuerFs Street
 Yes, was the Cain class; unborn generations ScOweQ with them. all scowling. They seemed to ask, What are you going to do about it" and that less for in- formation than to rub it in. Do? What could do? What could anybody do? It had all got away from us like balloon. and could only point at it in the sky, and -
 I was thankful I had to go to New York on busi- ness; Fred had got on my nerves, and Desloes need an occasional glimpse of the roaring old town to make me properly appreciate Santa Dominica like stand in the thickest of it, and declare wouldn't have if they gave it to like to see Wall Street swrling, and contrast lowly and con- tented lot with those harassed bandits of finance l like to see paper money again and oysters and strap hangers and frosted windows and Washington Square and newsboys darting and of the theaer crowds all the life that once 1 shared and loved ana hated and finally broke away from.
 plunge into it once more splutter and blow and strike out; I emerge a week later, two weeks later much refreshed; and hurrying into my clothes I call loudly for my ticket home Blessed ticket home! I the punches and ind them cor. rect though dissenting somewhat from my persona description thus also briefly noted by the pale young man that punched it run my eye lovingly along that twofeet slip of Gods continent, and wonder af what precise inch may go over an embanknent or burn alive in my splintered Pullman. l buy pound of chocolate in case of being showed up; sew hundreddolar bill in my undershirt in case O. being held up; tip the striped highbinders that put me into my cab; struggle with hatchetmen at the station; bid farewell to the last Black Hand in the caverneus depths of the Home again, thank Heaven to orange and blue mountains and snin' mering seas and the spacious noble South
 Fred the first person to greet me on the Santa Dominica platform. His face was
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