The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-17

 jagged walls of what appeared be ruined church.
 He gazed at it puzzled groping after the associations which it suggested. Like blurred ghosts they raced through his mind, refusing concentrate and avoiding capture. He moved reluctantly toward the town.
 At the inn he asked mechanically for accommodation. Like seep-waIker, he noticed nothing Kinkton Strawless, unlike the open country, aroused memo ries His thoughts wandered back along the ribbon of white road where vanished in the clunp of trees on the hillside Only once, as he was falling of to sleep did his itself asking why and how. He thrust aside rrtaby he had returned to the home of his ancestors.
 He awoke late He did not rise at once: he was re- menbering He had been somewhere in his dreams but where? He felt happier than ever before; never theless on cool reflection his sensations made him His unaccountabe e<atation might be the symptom of disordered lnind-a warning of his old sickness returning He determined to take things quietly that day And yet these experiences like those of his former attacks in them he had for gotten utterly, in this he remembered acntely Still he must take care.
 He dressed leisurely, breaking of continually gaze out of the window The inn stood at the cliff foot within sight of the surf Sky and intensely blue thai it was difficult make where the left of and the other began
 The cliffs were divided from the shore by narrow stretch of turf Here broad-hpped fsher-girls were spreading nets calling another in the sunshine. By upturned boats sailors at york; calkng the seams. Some of them were singing in chorus. He opened the window and leaned far catch the words of what they sang
 "Fair Dunwold town, the came down
 In the year of fourteen-hve, o
 And all thy citizens did drown
 Till none were left alive, o.
 AThy lord did. sin, the waves rushed in
 To wash away his crime, O;
 The higher land no could wir,' sfe4ss
 God did not give them time, O.
 The song wandered on through many stanzas. He hung there listening ecstasy of childish wonder nent the warm breeze rufing his hair The mingled fragrance of wa-fowers the cliff, pitch from the boats salt from the sea- him dreaming of the passions of romance.
 After breakfast he the innkeeper. are tired sea-capain seated on wooden bench the door way He asked him whether he had heard of the Breydons of Kinkton Strawless
 4Naw lad he said thar warnt Breydons at Kinkton Strawess as heerd of Thar war Breydons at Dunwold though I've heerd O them, least wise lo one O them. He's famed throughout ali this countryside It war through him that the town war drowned.DS
 When Breydon questioned him closely as to what the man had done such catastrophe, the old fel- low shook his head repeating and over that he didn't rightly know, he'd just heerd it. When asked where Dunwold was, he pointed out to sea
 Out thar, 1ads he said. @'Undreds O years agone the waves went over It. But it's still standn Thar be some ave the church steeples through the water an some as 'ave heerd the church bells.
 Later day. thumbing the pages of county his- tory for records of his family, Breydon found this hrmed. Five centuries ago Dunwold had been one of the chief ports of East Anglia It had gained it's first charter by the assistance 1t gave King John in his against the barons and in Edward the Fsts reign had risen such ernnence seaport that 1t able to furnish eleven ships of war with and muntlon to serve against the French Then, without warning for some forgotten reason, perhaps because dlke had burst the had rolled over 1t. For many years at low the steep of churches and tops of houses had appeared above the surface In day this had ceased to happen.
 He also learned that the ruins he had seen the night before were those of Hickleswick Priory. The road he had travelled was Roman, and formerly, when Rink ton Strawless was an inland town, had led through the gap to Dunwod. In walking the denes between cliff and shore he discovered that its direction running down into the sea- could still be clearly discerned by the different color of the turf
 He was fascinated by this that he had learned. It pleased him to think that the wicked Lord Breydon, whose sin was supposed have caused the drowning of the city might have been his ancestor. It would make fine tale to tell when he got back to New York
 In inc afternoon he traced the road the turf to the point where it was lost beneath the sand. Here he stretched himself out. He felt very lazy. The sea sparked and danced before him; his dazzled. Ear ont he watched the ships creeping like flies along the skyline till losing their balance, they topped over the edge He told himself fary-tales they had dved beneath the waves to Dunwo1d town The trawlers and smacks setting sail for the North, were really od-time men-o-war and merchantmen disguised-spies on the living out of Dunwo1d town Perhaps the inhab- itants of Kinkton Strawless knew this and conspired with the vanished world that why they closed their mouths so tightly and gave such short answers to hls q1estona His eye1ids lowered and he drowsed
 Just as consciousness returning he was aware of the far-off ringing of the bells lie raised hlmselt a his elbow and listened For the first few seconds he still heard the bells then they grew fainter and gradually became merged in the tapping of the against the shore until they ndstlnguishabe He gazed round steat1ily sec if anyone was near hin who might also have heard A hundred yards away She