The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-20

wEN CE TERRY eyed Sydney Harbor from
 ] 5. ]. ] ]. Fl the signal-bridge of the U S. S. ASisomo, N N hR her anchor thundered overheard and M& she swung beside her sister, the HosOoii #RA S% Intimacy with the ports of the world had W&8A# touched young Joseph with something of H&# %aH that tired wisdom which distinguishes ##&8k8# eaiiorkind. Here Australia to H%$TExS H patronize And you ought, from the #ATE looks of you" he informed the land, ''to Mk@Ma4e@ make good for about liberty" So evening, the col1iers with their spidery hoists alongside, and
 Ensign Raile stood the 1iberty-book
 on the tripod by the port gangway Joe emerged upon the quarerdec, redolent of saltwater soap and aiming for the beach. His lanyard had hostoned bleach and the letters of his hat shone like actual gold "Oh, he's of gentlemen hatfeet Rzile had told visiting Briton at Singapore, whom Toe had guided about the ship and inspired to ask who that "bloounin well-set-up, intelligent Jack We catch them at county fairs nowadays" Raile had plained And this is wiser the harbor lines and politics of Cape Town and Calcutta than of his of hcers" But just Joe plain ordinary seaman, debating whether to hire bicycle or saddle-horse from which to the town Anyhow, he would. as usual, shun all poo1parlors, bar conferences with strangers upon the mingled perquistes and huiliatons of Service 1fe and danceha for Joe instinctive ly an anchoritet cursed with pitfu1 ignorance of and all the ecstasies and quiczsands of the sex He shorfdered confident way among the unclassed men seeking shore leave, for he had rated special hrst-ciass the whole cruise. No overtimes, ports whatever narred his record, that Raile, who commanded Joes division. checked oil the name Of Terry, J. O. 5, with a smile, he reminded the less szintly throng We coal ship at o'clock to- morrow morning. And the patrol from the HdzCGsi jugs any of you shore found late in getting to duty a your whips"
 The paragon saluted, plunged down the gangway, and seized the last seat in the sailingaunch But when the dock in sight, Joe drew small volume from his blouse "A Guide to Sydney" its sIvered lettering allowed He had just received it by mail from his father, who taught in the high school home up York State. But instead of opening the book Joe gazed upward at the early setting June sum- and reflected that the Geological Gardens and the Museum would surely be closed by the time he could reach either of them And then sudden impulse ripped him. He strengthened bolt upright, and guilty flush dyed his oval hgh-cheeked features He slipped the book oversde, and dropped it into the cutters wake
 It was high time he renounced this rocky trick of visiting points of popular interest His division beginning to think that he a prg, despite his niddIeveig victories in the Saturday night mills the fo'cast1e. He would like to make night of ii, and for the first time in his life regretted that tenn perance and anchortsh principles grained into his Too long he had respected the official plot -Four years of education by the cities of the world aboard of Uncle Sams batt1eboats, grub free and pocketnoney boot the terms of which the senior Terry had condoned his enlistment abetted by the kinetoscope from the Buffalo recruiting who had aIlured him with Yankee Tars at Mexican Bull Fight in the Y. M. C. A. Hail
 At the dock Joe let the blue bloused boatful sweep past him the string-piece, he slid behind a stack of wool bales. There he turned the flaps of his collar to hide the stars them and drawing the steel erornet from hat dropped compressed like watch-spring into his blouse Thus he found himself lone passenger upon the next Pitt Street tram.
 stowi At last he in a wflite-man's country, where you could understand actors lingo A show offered a compromise between the puritan past and an abandoned future He had resolved to hunt up theatres, when the hove to to let aboard slim young ''cif in striped brown suit and with sharp, black sez- He opposite Joe, and fixed him with a stare which slowly waced expectant He was skeleton thin and deeply tanned, if inured to the lonely life of desert-and that keen face beneath it's broad felt hat did suddenly appear familiar
 "Joe-Farmer Terry I lvel" the man exploded. But I see he don't remember me- he added, at the puzzled blink which Joe returned.
 "Oh maybe I do," Joe hazarded. What's the game I see you ain't British Haustraian And if you're
 Yaul you're likely one of that wouldn't be let back to Gods country No offence but I've noticed that the farther a mans from home the and friendlier countrymen he has.
 But the other broke into a laugh "Stin, I have your name piped Joe?" he said. Reckon that out in the name of the old CnmberIdnd!"
 Joe's lips parted, if he had sighted the city abfaze through the car window. The training-ship at Newport was a to conjure by.
 You brght-uork Nigger Auten, youF Joe cried You tell me how this heather country got you
 And Joe settled back to hear the exile tell oi nis two years in the Australian bush, his depths and heights prospector, railway guard sheep-rancher since buying his discharge from gunboat in the Philippines and casting in his lot with the antip odes
 And I stayed in the outfit reflected Joe. INC vombat duff nor deep-lead drifting record Only the same round of drills and inspections, dowr