The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-02-02

thin hair. brushed across his large,
alert ears, was dusty and unkomp&:
hollows had formed under bis shrewd
eyes; his black broadcloth suit was
~ soiled ~ his linen, his boots shah
by, bis silk hat suitable only for the
stage property Of our clown.
"Don't ride too tar" said ByTum.
a. I set foot to stirrup. 'tthsm bdhd-
wagon teams 10 most done up. an
that there cemuel gits msansr every
minute"
wheeled my horse out into the
road to Paradise. cursing the "camusl."
the bane Of our wearied caravan.
Got enough cash for the lioenser
asked Byrasn. uneadly.
PLENTY. govsrnor: dent worry.
Lorisnt this t1me Tomorrow" called
back. with . swasSsr Of assumed
cheerfulness.
Speed stepped swiftly across the
square ana laid his hand on my STIR
rup.
Buckhurstr
Nothing"
''Or the Countsoor
"I don't know"
" suppose you viii 60 out Of your
way TO nnd her u shsis ~ pasa-
disef"
Yes"
"Ana tell her the truth about Buck
hurstr'
II expect to-"
After . moments silence he" saAd:
Don't DC snythin:s until I 80 you to-
"Aii right, I replied ana ~ my
horss Ut . sallop ovsr the old stoas
bridge.
The highway 10 che ssa which
winds down through acres Of yellow
gorSe and waving broom 20 the oiins
Of Paradise q Q breezy road. swept
By the sweet winds that h1pW aoeosa
Brittany from the Cote dor 70 che
Pyreneea. '.
It 10 . land Of - winds: ana when
In the still noontide Of eummec' the
winds are at play far out At 90, Nheir
traces remain in the farrowed wheat,
in the incline Of solitary trees. In the
breezy trend Of the CHI clover and
the blackthorn and the league Wide
sweep OF the mooriands.
And through this land. whose in
land perfume always savored Of the
II was not until I had galloped
through the golden forest Of Kerseleo
that I came In sight Of the ocean.
although among the sunbeams and
the dropping showers Of yellow beech
leaves fancied could hear the
sound Of the surf.
And now rode slowly. In full
sight OF tho sea where II lay, an
immense gray band across the world.
touching . looming horizon. and IN
throat and nostril the salt stung
sweetly and the whole world seemed
younger for the breath Of the sea.
From the purple mystery Of tho
horizon to the landward cliffs the
only when I had advanced almost to
the cliffs that I saw the movement
Of waves-that I perceived tho con.
trast between inland inertia and the
restless repooe Of the sea, stirring
ceaselessly since creation.
The same little sparkling river I
had crossed IN ouimperle ! now saw
again. spreading out vide. nat cur
rent which broke Into waves whore
Il tumbled seaward across the bar;
I heard the white.winged galls new
Ing. the thunderous monotone Of the
sur: ;ns,a ana . bel, N some unseen chapel
I passed . stone house, another;
then the white road curved under the
trees and I rode straight into the
heart Of Paradise, my horses hoofs
awaking echoes In the silent, stone
paved square. r.a.
Never had 70 suddenly entered .
place 20 peaceful. 30 quiet In the
afternoon sun-yet the silence was
not absolate. It was thrilling With
exquisite sound. lost echoes OF the
river running along IT. quay Of stone.
half-heard harmonies OF the ocean
whore white surf seethed over the
sands beyond the headiand.
There was . fountain, too. dripping
melodiously under the trees: ! heard
tho GREATNESS humming of spinning
wheel from one of the low houses OF
gray stone which inclosed the square.
and q young girl singing. and the
drons OF bees in q bed Of resida.
So this was Paradise! Truly the
name did not seem aniss here. under
the still vault OF blue above; Paradise
means peace to 20 many OF us-sur-
cease Of care and sound and the
quiet OF palace corridors or the trc-
mendous silence Of q cathedral. but
the noiselessness OF pleasant sounds.
moving shadows Of trees, wordless
Quietude, simplicity.
A young girl with face like the
Madonna stole across the square In
her felt shoes.
"Can you tell me where the Mayor
lives?" I asked. looking down at her
from my horse.
She raised her white-ooifeed bead
with an innocent smile: "Emsn'
bars ar sal leina."
Don't you speak French3" ! asked.
hHo! 10; oui. monsieur. SIT fault
bien. The Mayor 10 at breakfast In
his kitchen yonder."
Thank you. my child"
turned my horse across the shady
square to Q stone house banked up
With bed on bed Of scarlet gsraniums.
The windows were spsn: . tat man
~, Nth ~ very s: ;s.i' eyes eat ''''d' 'as-