The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-03-16
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SUBURBAN
PASTORAL
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Jonathan" said Arabella suddenly,
how YOU are staring at mev'
She Strengthened herself in her seat
and caught one OF my hands in hers as
the train shot out into the open and a
food Of sunlight poured through the
window.
Clearly, I must come down to earth.
might humbly say, however should
YOU care to identity me as well as Ara
bella, that I have n certain little char
acterstic my friends mention-a certain
little independent swing TO my overcoat.
This" said Arabella, sis tho West
chester of the old days. Look at those
pathetic old wrecks.''
We had passed the bewildering maze
Of Harlem. the tangle Of dwellings,
waste places and factories In which
whole lives no doubt work themselves
out to the end without the conviction
that anything will be ever really fin
ished in our America. We had come to
that place beyond the fringes OF the
city, beyond the cemetery, too. where so
many men have erected shafts to their
own yearning belief In the permanency
or human relations, and now looked out
at the down at heel, gingerbread struc-
lures of an ancient fame and now lend
ing shelter ungraciously enough to
keepers OF road houses for automobilists
All one ever hears now OF these
country places Of old New Workers. Is tho
notice OF brawl in a barroom, or In
the case of a very few old places nearer
the sound and kept in repair. another
notice of some unbelievably frumpy old
wedding, or family festival. The list
of names of such an event reads like
the names on the tombstoncs In some
cemetery long engulfed by the city.
A Voice From Young America.
An italian baby at the end of the
car leaned back his head and howled
Justify. as II to show us the dauntless.
red boodcd strength OF a newer Amer
lea.
1t was our plan to sample Westchester
in tho following way:
We would go 10 its far limit on the
Sound. Hero we would tramp the streets
and look at the houses and locations.
Then We would go inland to White
Plains--by trolley or In whatever way
offered itself--noting the possibilities as
we went. We would como back again
over Quaker Ridge TO Larchmont, then
we would trolley TO Mount Vernon and
take the train from there.
"Ho!" said Arabella. ct know one
thing. All the houses in Pelham Manor
look like individuals at tea parties.
Or at n fete champetre. What would
it do for Robert TO live there
Teach him pretty manners"
He'd break the tea cups"
He'd roller skate like fury UP those
side streets and careen down that hill
at n perfectly break neck pace"
"And I know another thing" said
Arabella. New Rochelle has politics
In it. Where would you be all the time 2
absolutely nowhere to where you'd
be. You'd be child welfaring and garden
clubbing and exposing to the whole
world the mechanism Of Mechanic street.
on said Arabella. How blue the
Sound is! I never saw such COLOR
Between comments on the really re-
re freshing glory Of the country and our
susoicions as to its residential posi-
bilities the time passed surprisingly fast.
We Alight and Arc Enchanted.
Presently we alighted at a small sta
ton and stood for a moment after the
train had gone dazed by the silence.
enchanted by a wide and lovely view and
catching In our nostrils the sweetish salt
odor of marsh grass.
jonathan. you can do Whatever you
please but am going straight down 70
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