Norwich bulletin., 1915-09-11


solemnly ringing out the hour of six
The crowd is hurriedly moving up
Broadway Jonathan Tyler walks
thoughtfully along with the rest His
face has not the happy. expectant look
which is wont to Adorn the faces OF
home-bound husbands and fathers:
but in its stead it wears a lonely,
far-off expression, as II his spirit had
temporarily left its earthly abiding
place for a visit to some distant eoun-
try.
He notices not the roIliclSing shop
girls ahead of her: the newsboys'
heard. The clang of the trolley gongs
fails to arouse him. Oblivious to his
surroundings, he mechanically walks
toward his hotel. 1t is as II a film
had been drawn over the hurly-burfy,
and in it's place a peaceful village
green spreads out before him.
Through a row Of maple trees he
seems to see the old church. with it's
little green blinds on the tall white
steeple, the parsonage nearby and
through it's dormer window the ven
cradle parson prayerfully writing his
sermon for the coming Sunday.
By the Westinghouse sheds the
quaint old store bears this sign:
JONATHAN TYLER
Post Office and General Store
Town Clerk
Across the green, the Indian on the
tavern sign is swinging lazily to and
fro, watching with a melancholy ex-
preston the encroachment on his
hunting ground. The stagecoach COM
ing down the turnpike by the old red
schoolhouse, the children at recess and
the fairest girl of all counting out:
Intry, Mintry, cutry. corn,
Apple-seed and apple-thorn,
Wire, briar, timber, lock,
Twelve geese in a flock.
Some flew east and some, flew west.
Some flew over the cuckoo's nest"
At the last word the little girl points
to the barefooted boy who Is next in
turn. He steps forwapd-but not on
the schoolhouse green. The memories
have vanished and the dreamer is
stumbling into the elevator Of his
hotel.
The evening does mot find Jonathan
Tyler down in the cafe smoking and
| chatting with the men, as usual. He
is in his room. The door is carefully
bolted, lest there be an intruder upon
those remorseful recollections. Alone
with his thoughts he looks back
| through long vista of years at an
| awkward country boy, bound OUT
until his eighteenth year, recompense,
board and clothes.
Chatting under the meagre advan-
| N1eNo Va MS SOuAS AAAC ne IL uiWdN ;
longing for the opportunities which
| the city holds out. it is calling him
| Come. will make you richi
will make you mighty among men!"
| His secret is known only to one and
| she guards it zealously. 1t is her few
| shillings that enables him to escape
| from his servitude, her loving hands
| gather together the few, very few
| necessaries for the journey. His mind
wonders to .he old mill, their trysting
place. where together they built their
| air castles.
he would claim the girl whose love and
/ faith in him was his inspiration tc
| start out into the world.
He remembers the goodbye. At the
last moment the softer emotions OF
| the ambitious lad are outweighing his
| longing for worldly gain, but he shuts
/ his hpe firmly, saying Il will sue
coed and I will return to you"
I OH the bitterness of that parting!
The lonely nights that followed! How
gladly would he relinquish all his
worldly gain to be again at the old
mill with Salome. How he watched
for her letters. They were his only
life, but within the midst Of the greai
city. he gradually became estrangec
| from his former surroundings and thu
tie he became imbued in the new at
mospheTe, letters became less frequent
and finally. imperceptibly, it seems
ceased. His worldly ambitions had
eclipsed his youthful love. he yields &c
a mercenary marriage. but while al
the altar in his mind he is back al
the old mill
It is beautiful afternoon in Iure
the usual crowd is gathered at IN.
station at c. waiting for the mai
train to come in. Most conspicuous O
all is the old stage driver, everf aler
to get all the passengers and /drrIm
mers who wish to go back into tn
country.
As the train stops. he SIDES an oil,
man who steps on and looks inquir
ingly about him.
The driver approache2 with:
You amt a-lookin. fer somebod,
to take you back irfer the country
Yes" answered. the stranger, q"
would like to beEdriven to the vii
i sWaI We iesx come round here an
git inter the Vaughn an soon's the,
git the mail sorted over we'll be a
) going: I'll Garry We for twenty-fv
cents"
the staslNsn.- the driver comments.
Taft much like 1t ulster be whei
] walS a boy. Instjd of this here one
&C Ach, with four horses. Allus change
lIorses at the Injun Head Tavern
! Times is changed consider'ble''
Ever ben round here before
u queried the old driver turning sud
| denly to look his passenRe- SnuareI