The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-17
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NN " N you're brain-weary. Take six months in RN N some quiet spot in Europe-preferaby A where there aren't any papers and you MMRA3NM can't worry over stock quotations. M8&AM Impossible" Breyd-Ae expostulated. @ H@N ."Busness keeps me in New York; besides, M 6AMM in a month I'm to be married
 f8#S N The doctor abandoned his professional cleerfl1lness. When mans mind be-
 comes blank and his tongue speeches., d%1As it's aSwarning," he said, impressively; it s
 @9 sign that there's something serious the
 matter. To return to business would be
 suicide To marry would be criminal Nature has hung her danger-signas It you insist on rushing past them, only one thing can happen"
 Breydon was silent A hand-organ was playing in the street The spring breeze at the open window blew the curtains in and out. The tune came to an end
 Steadying his voice. And what is that one thing he questioned
 F.The last that can happen to any man.
 The patient picked up his hat and cane As he did he caught reflection of himself in the mrror-that ot a handsome big-boned, athletic man Surely there must be mistake. Dissolution and thirty seemed SC widely separated,
 Doctor how many chances of complete recovery have Is" He jerked the question out hercely.
 .df you do as advise, the chances are even IL yon don't, they re not m seven
 Al'l take your advice and make fight for it.
 He passed into the suniit street swinging his eane' hunlrrng the tune which the organ had played smile of determination about his motlth
 He had no appetite for travel and instinct for leisure Beauty merely for the sake of beauty made no appeal to him. The objective o his entire lie had been work London bored him; he made 1t his headquarters only because the nearest approach to New York that he had found He could least stand shoulder deen in Broad street at the rush hour josted by the pzle-faced clerking crowd and imagine himself back His whole soul yearned for the thunder of the Elevated the feverish morning of husng work the clicking of the office buzzer the nervous start which the telephone gave him. the hastily boted meals, and the struggle m fte evening on ,heewa journey hanging for dear life; to a leather strap Every previous annoyance seemed a privilege Beyond all else he wanted to see Violet If he had kept his lealth he would have been her Husband now All things foreign detestable to him: he 1onged for New York, the city of ceaseless work x
 One week he had dallied at Oxford, staying with old. Yale man, Rhodes scholar. Two more he had spent in doing round of the antiquitiesKenworth, Cun1nor Warwick the cathedrals; he thought them badly in need of repair Then London drew him back Irritable and end of his resources for seamuse- ment he met night by chance with some fellow rountrymen They could talk of nothing but ancestors In the conversation occurred him that the Breydons had come from Kinkton Strawless Next day. for want of something better do he determined to seek 1t out
 It seemed as though he had stepped out of the present into some log-forgoen land At Colchester, where he changed carriages branch line the high slngseng of East Anglian speech commenced. different atmos- 
 farmers wives who sat beside him, red-cheeked and n,atroniv with their look of contented heartness the red-waled farnlflouses. matched and tree-shadowed which stole out toward him from the landscape and svly fed the sleepy sedge-grown rivers, smooth ana unhurrying, the graygreen pastures, the biossoming orchards, the eisurelv cattle the wndmills langudy rifcling their arms and then halting though pos scssed of thought So enchanting that they scarcely ared to work and overhead the silver sailing clouds all these conbned to fill him with somnolent sense of rest In watching them thoughts grew Up within nm that he had known he could have. II was the season of the mating of birds. He found hmseh won dering what was going on ill the leaty mystery oI
 ods and hedges He forgot business forgot even to e sorry for his exile and instead grew cur1ous about he living world
 Evening had gathered when he alighted. He had still two miles to traverse. Far away across rolling downs inc cottage lamps of Kinkon Strawless twlnkled lie had been the only passenger to get out Save Tor solitary porter the wayside station deserted The roar of the train died In the stiffness which tol- lowed he could hear regular intervals sound like the sljen booming of cannon He inquired of the porter its meaning and was told that it was the mutter ot the sea- made audible by the wind blowing inland
 Trudgng from the station along the ribbon of white road he felt strangely at peace with himself he hihs and hoows of the country though he had never seen tte- before seemed known to him i'll their very aspect He had that odd sensation which sometimes has III new surroundings of meeting an old memory oy aeei- dent His mind conured sights and sounds winch ms eyes and ears some seconds later, realized and con srmed His mood was that of a dreamer; ne esperi- enced and observed, but did not seek the why ana wherefore
 The droning of the sea drew nearer kinkton otraW- less showed plainly now, huddled against the sides or gan in the cliff through which he had glimpse o1 water u moonlight Though he had almost reached ms des- +nation he walked more slowly. He had missed some thing It was not ahead i'll the town or oy the seq l. # ,v,s somewhere behind him in the baroness of A av,s Hating frresoute he turned, sweeping Witii b; gaze the seicircular horizon of the inland lne
 moon had sailed higher and brighter as he traveieo He followed the white road far into the distance with h;s eyes till it vanished in group ot trees WHICH erouched like with arched backs aga1nst the SKY