Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-03-07

and see the bateaux drifting and the
oars splashing. he would have seen
The great bishop! That thought had
come to him once, and 1t had tingled
in every fiber of his being like an elec.
trio shock. His temples had throbbed.
his sight had gone black. a delirious
;hrill of fear swept him. and he ,ame
ack to his senses as though recover.
ing from a swoon; and since then he
had kept his mind on other matters.
The money-the pocket! lie held his
nands on them and was helped to keep
his mind off the bishop.
The sun showed up his rusty clothe,
pitilessly.
The old fiddler did not know that
Evangeine's woman's impulse had
been to array their messenger in new
garments from the scanty stock Of
the village general store.
The patriarch had been wiser than
she.
Let the bishop see Anaxagoras as
he is-a leaf from the book OF life
up here. We cannot bring the bishop
to Attegat, so we must send a real bit
of Attegat to him. 1t will be serious
enough business for Anaxagoras as
1t is. SO long as he can feel like
himself, my dear. he may be able
to pull through. New clothes would
overwhelm him."
Anaxagoras had not thought at all
upon the matter of clothes. As well
might one expect a Sheep to take
thought upon the matter of raiment.
He shivered when the distant en-
gine hooted its alarm at last; he
shrank back when the Changing crea.
ture wheezed past him.
Follow the men-go into the car
where you see the men CO." Clifford
had told him. He had realized that
the smoking-car among the men,
where smoke wreaths foated and
where the scene would remind him
Of the big rooms of the border taverns.
Anaxagoras took the first seat in
the car and sat straight, not daring
to lean back. AnXiously he drew out
the paper on which Representative
Clifford had written the instructions
for the journey. Yes, he had done
right: he had bought his ticket. and
that ticket was in his waistcoat
pocket. a man with gold on his cap
would come and ask for that ticket.
Very WE'LL AnaXagoras unfolded the
long strip of ticket and held it be.
fore him, pinching it tightly between
ously when the man with gold on his
cap punched the ticket and give it
back.
That tckSt represented mucn
money; it was another possession that
entailcd worry and distrust of his fe,.
lows. Surely, the world where money
ruled was a most uncomfortable
world.
So he rode, hour after hour, the
trucks Gathering and bumbing under
his seat. the landscape blurring before
his eyes. The train stopped. the train
started men came and men went;
and the fiddler sat bolt upright. his
eyes straight ahead.
He dared to show his ticket at last
to a brakeman. and he was so meek
and so wistful that the man was not
brusque. He told AnaXagoras that
when the train arrived at the juno
ton he would direct him Alright.
There was wait at the junction.
The old man went to a corner OF the
big room and opened his bucket and
munched his food thankfully. He
was encouraged. The brakeman had
spoken kindly. Friends do rise up in
behalf of the humble. he pondered
thankfully. That brakeman had en-
listed the services of one of the sta.
ton hands, and AnaXagoras would be
put OH board the right train when II
arrived.
SO he found himself riding on again,
once more in a cross.seat near the
door. for it seemed presumption to
venture farther into the bowels of the
car.
At last they came to a city. 1t was
night, and the flashing lights Of
streets and buildings, as the train
rumbled slowly along. bewildered and
dazzled him.
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