The Connecticut labor press., 1919-12-13
CHAPTER XXI.

They found the jOb It needed ar 1 apprenticeship of only six weeks, dur 1 ing which period George was to re ceive fifteen dollars a week; after l that he would get tWenty-eight. This
 settled the apartment question, anC
 Fanny was presently established in 8
 greater cOntentment than she haC known for long time.
 On Sunday mornings Fanny went tc 1 church and George took long walks He explored the new city, and found
 1t hideous, especially in the early spring, before the leaves of the shade trees were out.
 One of his Sunday walks, that 1 spring, he made into a sour pilgrimage | 1t was a misty morning of belated l snow slush, and suited him to a per | lection of miserableness, as he stood before the great dripping department store which now occupied the big plot of ground where once had stood both i the Anderson hotel and the Anderson opera house. From there he drifted to the old Anderson block" but this was | only a shadow. The old structure had not been replaced, but cavernous en- l tryway for trucks had been torn in its front, and upon the cornice, where the old separate metal letters had spelt "Amberson block" there was long bill board sign: "Doogan Storage"
 To spare himself, he went out Ma t1onal avenue and saw the piles of 1 slush-cOvered Wreckage where the ] Mansion and his mothers house had been, and where the Majors i'll fated five new" houses had stood for these were down, too, to make room | for the great tenement already shaped in amending lines of foundation.
 He turned away from the devastated site, thinking bitterly that the only Anderson mark still left upon the town was the name of the boulevard Anderson boulevard. But he had reck- oned without the city council of the new order, and by an unpleasant coin 1 c1dence, while the thought was still In his mind, his eyes fell upon a metal ob1ong sign upon the 1amp-post at the corner. There were two of these little signs upon the lamp-post, at an obtuse 1 angle to each other, one to give pass ersby the name of National avenue the other to acQuaint them with Am person boulevard. But the one upon which should have been stenciled "Amberson boulevard" exhibited the words Tenth street"
 George stared at 1t hard. Then he walked quickly along the boulevard to the next corner and looked at the little sign there. Tenth street."
 It had begun to rain, but George stood unheeding, staring at the little sign. ID them!" he said finally, and back through the soggy streets toward 'home"
 The utilitarian impudence of the city authorities put thought into his mind A week earlier he had happened to stroll into the large parlor of the apartment house, finding 1t empty, and on the comfortable he noticed a large red-bound, gilt-edged book,~ newly printed, bearing the title: "A Civic History" and beneath the title, the rubric, Biographies of the 500 Most Prominent Citizens and Families in the History of the City" He had SlduCSu dL IL dOSeAlI1y, uC4SAy uOlIIAAS the title and subtitle, and wandered out of the room, thinking of other things and feeling no curiosity about the book. But he had thought of 1t several times since with a faint, vague uneasiness; and now when he entered the lobby he walked directly into the parlor where he had seen the book. The room was empty, as it always was on Sunday mornings, and the 1amboy- ant volume was still upon the table evidently a fixture as a sort of local Almanach de Gotha, or Burke, for the enlightenment of tenants and boarders.
 He turned to the index where the names of the five hundred Most PrOmi- nent Citizens and Families in the His