Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-06
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IuhOf Of 6heAMAIEUR CRAQKSMA
Down. the River.

Z Down the River.
/ AZ Waterloo the two men parted.
with . fair exchange Of fitting
speeches, mono of which rang really
.alae. And yet Cazalet found himself
alphabetically unable to make any plans
J ct AL for the next few days; also, he
Z seemed In two minds now about =
Jsrmyn Street hotel previously men,
toned ~ his immediate destination;
4 and his step was individually lighter as
he went OF first OF all to the loop-line,
to make sure Of some train or other
that he might have to take before the
day was out,
In the event he did not take thai
train or any other; for the neV
R miracle Of the new traffic. the ny
smell Of tho horseleas streets. and the
newer Joys Of the newest Of new taxi
cabs. all worked together and so swift
" upon CssaIet's organism that he
had little colloQuy with his smart
4 young driver instead Of paying him in
Jermyn Street. He nearly did pay him
o6. and with something more than his
usual imDetuosity, rs either liar or 2
fool With no sense Of time or space.
But that's az quick as the train,
my good fellow!" clustered Cazalet.
Quicker" said the smart young fell
low without dipping his cigarette, If
you were going by the old Southwest
en!"
The very man. and especially the
manners that made or marred him,
was entirely new to Cazalet as
product Of the old country. But he
had come from the bush. and he felt
AZ though he might have been back
there but for the smell Of petrol and
the crS Of the motor-horn from end to
end OF those teeming gullies of bricks
and mortar.
He had accompanied his baggage
just rs far as the bureau of the
Jermyn Street hotel. Any room they
liked. and he would be back some
time before midnight; that was his
card. they could enter his name for
themselves. He departed, pipe In
mouth. open knife in one hand, plug.
tobacco In the other; and remarks
we're passed in Jermyn Street as the
taxi bounced out vest in ballast.
But indeed Il was too fine morn
ing 70 waste another minute indoors,
! even to change ones clothes. II GAIA
let had possessed any better than the
ones he wore and did not rather glory
IN his rude attire. He was simply and
comfortably drunk with the delight O.
Il being shack. He had never dreamed Of
IT'S getting into his head like this: at
the time he did not realize that It had.
That was the beauty Of his bout. He
knew we'll enough what he was doing
and seeing, but inwardly he was lit
orally blind. Yesterday was left be-
hind and forgotten like the Albert
Memorial. and tomorrow was still as
distant as the sea, If there were such
things as tomorrow and the sea.
Meanwhile what vivid miles OF daz-
cling life, what q subtle autumn flavor
in the air; how cool in the shadows,
how warm In the sun; what a spark
ling old river 1t was. to be sure; and
yet. II those weren't the first Of the
|. autumn tints on the trees in Castle
1au.
There went funeral, on its way to
Nortlake! The taxi overhauled 1t 1T a
Gallons speed. Cazalet just had time
to toar on his great soft hat. It was
. actually tho flrst funeral he had seen
since his own fathers; no wonder his
radiance suffered q brief eclipse. But
81 spother moment he was out on
Barnfs' Common.
Il Il had been the bicycle age when he
/ went away; now 1t was the motor age,
and The novelty and contrast were
endless to . simple mind under the
infipsnce Of forgotten yet increasingly
familiar scenes But nothing was lost
on Cizalet that great morning; even
Q milt-fo sntranced him. itself en-
chant1d, with its tall can turned to
gold and silver In the sun. But now
he Wis ON al but holy ground. It was
not % holy with these internal cleo
tric Trans; stil he knew every inch