Norwich bulletin., 1912-07-13

(WEPtten Specially for the Bulletin)
 saw a suggestive bit of fllctlon m a magazine story, the other day. one - +he chara cters was a New Yorker, horn and bred, whom circumstances had mt temporarily in charge or country tavern" This place Of en- tertainment combined the functions or hotel bar-room, restaurant, livery stable. news office, stage terminus, country club and fighting center for inc surrounding neighborhood. The New Yorker who had been in charge for a few months explained, In the story. to another New Yorker who had been compelled by accident to stop over, that the Bowery at It's llVeilest was a quiet sort of Sunday school picnic time, compared to Robins Cor ners when the hitchin-posts got falr- Iy filled up, of an evening.
 Tbs old idea that "nothn' never happens in the country is still held by those who don't know it. It may also be held by those whose only idea of amusement is having someone else paid to dance for them. That you'll remember, was one of the things which the late Shah of Persia eouldnt understand about England. He Hn0UEnL barbarous land because the people there had to do their own dancing. Why, in Persia. he explained, no body who really was anybody would ever think of stopping to such thing. They hired girls to do their dancing for them, while they sat at ease and looked on.
 In this respect, the country is a lit tie backward, must admit. We hay seeds have to do our own dancing, II it is going to be done at all. Moreover, we sometimes find it necessary to dance a bit,-to step round rayther lively" anyway,-when we don't really want to, when we would much rather try the Persian style of having some body else do 1t for us.
 There are days when you can't lay up a cent, I've heard 1t said. There are days on the farm when you can't lay off a minute. Something's happen ing about every seventeen seconds.
 Those people who can't get interest ed in anything less than battle of Gettysburg, or an aviatorial suicide, or c Titanic disaster, or a trial for big amy,-those who find excitement only in somebody else's miseries and want these vicarious sufferings heaped up pretty thick, too, such might not find country happenings very amusing. But I'm constrained to believe that even these creatures would find some farm days far from monotonous
 It's the little things which make up life, after all and I'm not sure but that about a hundred pin-pricks on a hundred different points of ones flesh would be, at the time they were hap pening, even more attention distract Ing than one good sizable jab at one time and in just one place.
 The other day, l was wakened about dawn by evidences of unwonted ex- citement on the part of Major the dog Jumping out of bed and run ming to the window, 1 could see little except that Major was greatly worked up about something So I dressed and went down and out. As l appeared a huge hen-hawk Tapped heavily into the air from the garden with the red and white fragments of a partly de- voured chicken in it's talons. Investi- gation showed that my own hens were snugly shut up and safe. It must have been a neighber's whom Mrs Hawk had picked up and brought in- to my garden to breakfast from. Sc