The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-06-15

squeeze into that rear door though
for IL he ever had been able TO get up
again, | guess he would have had me
arrested, and you would have had 10
80 on to Winford all alone. | would
nave got my picture in the paper, too,
thing which never yet has hap
pened 10 any OF our family"
From my wakeful upper berth that
night, once or twice | heard an aud
ible and reminiscent chuckle from
that middle-aged adventures below
me, soothing chuckle that, | think.
was largely responsible for a mental
relaxation which brought sleep 10
me: an uneasy sleep. 10 be sure, but
one from which | awoke refreshed, to
find Mrs. Lathrop already up and
waiting for me as We drew into SYRIA
cuse
We breakfasted in the station, and
had an uneventful three hours trip
10 Winfcrd Winford,. like many other
little towns In upper New York state,
! looked as II IL had been picked up
whole by some careful hurricane, and.
being torn from its New England
roots, had been gently dropped upon
L its present site. There was the same
long village street, that split on two
sides of a tree-arched, common green.
| The houses We're white or yellow,
commodious and comfortable, set
apart with broad elbow room and APP
preached by little. boX-bordered walks.
Big rambling houses they We're, whose
low attached kitchens led into still
lower, but still attached, wood-sheds.
which gave in turn upon barns almost
as large as the houses themselves,
and furnished snlg and covered ways
! between the two-footed and the four
! footed worlds, ways that must have
! been grateful enough on bowling bliz-
I card nights. And behind them we
could see the powered beauty of he'll
/ terskelter gardens, commencing al
ready to bloom with the sweet, old
fashioned. familiar flowers that glad
| dened dead and bygone eyes in the
days when America was American.
Pretty, isn't it?" said Mrs. Lath-
rop. Pretty and quiet and peaceful.
feel sometimes as II | would like
nothing better than to live in town
like this for always, and then know
perfectly we'll that couldn't. I don't
know what it is. perhaps it is too
peaceful. sort OF like q cemetery"
air, that bore family the indescribable
smell CT box and the family cloying,
unearthly fragrance OF lilies of the
valley.
II know what you mean" said. Il
think IL is because We have lived so
long away that we feel uncomfortable
among once intimate and UNDECIDED
ghosts
For little while both OF us walked
! on IN silence. Then Mrs. Lathrop
shrugged her shoulders as II she were
Struggling back common sense.
Are you just going for walk
through the town" she asked, "or
have you any definite place in mind?"
Il thought | would go to the post
! office first ! said. IL have a letter
: TO write and mail and, IL there are
, lodgings TO be had in town, We shall
be apt 10 find notice of them there -
Il guess you're right" said Mrs
: l.othrop, and for while We walked
on again in silence.
The postoffice we found. as had
r half expected. branch industry of
+. the general store. bought paper and
envelopes and. while Mrs Lathrop
, poked about and asked questions OF
1 the proprietor, | sat down, by his in
/. vitatlon. al the postoffice desk and
/ wrote letter TO my friend. Mr.. Ogil-
by. telling him OF my letter from
} Nancy, my encounter with Mr.. Stew
ems, and our journey here, and drop-
? ped 1t sealed and addressed into the
convenient mail bag that hung open.
mouthed on my side of the mail
I chute.