The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1914-05-29
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And so they We're married on jan
uary 2S OF this year A-No-l gave
his wife an automobile for a wedding
present and to5k her on a honey
moon. They rode in the Pullman
and A-No-1 never once thought OF
changing to the rods underneath.
He brought her home to a six
room flat containing $4,000 worth
OF mahogany furniture, and silver
table set thai cost he same sum
and enough kilograms Of congratula-
ion from railroad officials and promA
inent American citizens to fill
waste baske; as big as a house.
And today you can see A-No.-1 sit
ting up in his front parlor in his
Erie flat as much the genial gentle
man as ever Perhaps he is carving
| great Irish po atoes in grotesque
shapes of horses and men and dyeing
them in all the colors of the rainbow,
even as he sat and carved in the old
Journal building on Broad street
many years ago.
He has taken to his home life with
all the love and directness with
which he took to the life Of the
road. He knows that it is some
thing better and far more civilized
than being a restless hcbo for the
rest OF his days.
He does not hav to seek handouts
now and he gets more pleasure
looking out Of his window at the
Johnny Laws" hiking their beats
than he yer did when they were
huning him through back alleys and
yards heaped with scrap iron.
At Rest at Last.
Perhaps trial of smoke across
the hills and the lonesome whistle OF
freight train strikes to his soul
at times and stirs hose cravings
which will cling to him as long as
life lasts, bu. the sight of trains
nowadays brings with it, too, a
shiyer of fear at the remembrance
OF the times he has grappleed with
syudding iron and slung himself
within inches of grinding wheels.
Once his haphazard life led him
TO slumber in box cars and awaken
! ings in station houses, to dun tramp
ing through mud and wet to a bon
fire kindled in the lee Of rail fence,
10 the bullets Of he angry owner
whose wood he was burning winning
over dis head
But today he creaks back in an
easy chair, content to knj3w that ne
will wake in the morning with his
own roof over his head, conten; TO
81, there holding the hand Of the
girl with tae brown eyes and to see
what pictures of the world he wishes
in the leaping flames before him and
not in the sweep Of country viewed
from perch in he pin-wheel OF
box-car.
He is content with all cf mans cen
Ten ment. kaowing the best of that
limited happiness given to man. so
| long as he lives he will stick to his
home and homefolks. But notalnS
can take from MIN the memory OF
those days on the open road beneath
the blue Of The sky and the stars CT
midnight.
And sometimes they will pull his
heart-strisgs with the call OF little
voices "out there in tAe dark, for
tie wanderlust is a disease that nags
a2d pulls it y.ct;ms-incurable, in
satiable.
A-No.-l says ne has swung his
last engine and viii never pull his
freight again. But ne vagabond
spirit within him viii never cease
70 call until epitaph il Cambridge
SPRINGS comes true a. last:
A-No.-1
The Rambler
At Rest at Last.