The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-14

gi: my bearin's. Gittn' off tn. queered Sophie and Bill were walking happily behind unde. one umbrella, feeling responsibility, Pa Flick finger was there especially to take care of them. Lobea ives. % dictated Ma. .As De' ana AsA where CT, If l they didn't happen to know" complained Pa I'd look green. Lobea's street was right around Ill here so1newheres but things don't look jest natural to me yet"
 Ma. What on earth'H we do? Soppin' wet-and lost in ..a great cityp' know jest where are-that's all"
 After another spell of helpless wandering Pa Fickinger courageously inquired at corner grocery and again at drug store for Lobelia but received information.
 The only way see to do now,". he announced find Michigan avenue, and strike out from there-I used to git. to Lobea's that way" but it was West Side line; and the conductor M ob ob hgingly directed them to the Illinois Central rail
 Where we goin' now?" Ma demanded as soon as they were seated on the tran after tedious, dragg led hunt for the station.
 guide, but were out'n the wet, and movin':"
 We're goin .somewhere all right, all right" grin feel that their bridal tower" was causing Papa Fl1ckinger lots of trouble.
 Randolph street station, they fairly dazed by the roar of the great city that smote their toned ears such outings, whisngs clangings, ratt lngs and poundings they had never before heard
 "Now where goin'?" cried Ma frantically polk ing Pa with the lunch basket, which in his haste he had forgotten.
 "Foller these folks,' shouted Pa, as a crowd of men and women surged by them.
 Where's everybody gon'?" scea1ned Ma
 But Pa made reply, walking stubbornly ahead, as much at Ma was, but grimly determined not to act green.
 Ask one of these men," shrilly insisted Ma
 Can't nobody hear nothin," yelled Pa, the traffic of the great city beat about them. .Ill be all right when find Michigan avenue onct"
 M1seraby they went on, coming unexpectedly out on broad, gray-paved street, black with bobbine umbrellas, and threaded by automobiles and other vehicles.
 Pa Flickinger knowing that something must be done, heroically accosted biue-coated man, Gan you tell whereabouts I am p
 Michigan avenue" answered the policeman.
 Pa stood completely wi1ted while the great stone blocks of that long-remembered street lowered eoldly upward in the gritty rain; ln's fairly make my head swim. Pa, what're goin' to do now? Billie, what say?' turning to her stall wart son in this, her, dire extremity.
 Why-jest whatever Pa says" filiay answered Bill, beginning to feel a queer physical discomfort, not far from homesickness.
 T guess" admitted Pa, woefully crestfallen. "that we'd ought to "a writ to Lobelia first don't seem to feel at home Michigan avenue now Pm here. But might find out where railroad station is, now we're down-town--then we'd know how to git lia later" And Pa brazenly questioned another po- licenlan
 Eleven blocks down, to the left" was the reply.
 Come on, folks,'' said Pa wearily, well look the station up jest for fun"
 Stolidly they plodded along the griuny boulevard, mined to make them uncomfortable possible.
 Land! are folks gone crazy?" exclaimed Ma i1 amazement They all rush as if they was sent for"
 The dingy depot was lighted with electricity that