New Britain herald., 1921-11-02

4 A of perspective! Life shal
 h. |, confusion Of ways to the one
 th. land-cape shall rise up and con
 rsund the other. Take the case oi
 I.orjsor. At one time he appeared
 10 himself to be the feeblest of fools
 .t another he conceived that he fol-
 lowed ideals 20 line that the world
 WAS not yet ready to accept them
 During one mood he cursed his folly
 poasessed by the other, he bore hlm'
 ..t with q s.rcat grandeur akin to
 sreatness, In neither did he attain the
 perspective.
 Generations before, the name had
 h,en Larsen" His race had De-
 ouoathed hin, its hnc.strung, melhn-
 choly temperament, its saving balance
 of thrift and industry.
 From his point of perspective he
 saw himself an outcast from society sforever to be shady skulker along
 the ragged edge of responsibility; . deni2.n des quarts du monde,
 that pathttic spheroid lying between the haul and the demi whose inhao'- tant. envy each of their neighpofs' and are scorned by both. He was self-condemned to this opinion, as nc was self-exiled, through it, 10 th's ,unaint Southern city thousand miles from his former home. Here ne hao dveIt for longer than a year, know ,aS but few, keeping Tn suoJecuVe world of shadows which was invaded \. times by the perplexing bnlks or iarrinc realities. Then he fell Tn low. with a girl whom he met Tn cheap restaurant. and his story De- gins.
 The Rue Chartres. in New Orleans is q street of ghos.a.,n It lies in the quarter where the Frcnchman, In ms prime, sat up his translated prioe ana Slory. where, a s5, the arrogant don had swaggered, and dreamed of gold ,nd grants and ladies gloves. Every ragstone has its grooves worn ov footsteps going royalty to the "oo- ins and the fighting. Every nous' has princelv heartbreak: each door way it's untold tale of gallant prom ise and slow decay.
 By night the Rue Chartres is no" but a murky Assure, from Which the rroping wayfarcr sees, flung against inc skv, the tangled filigree of Moor i.n iron balconies. The oid houses of monsieur stand vet, indomltao'e nraiust the century, but their essence I. zone. The street is one of ghosts to vhosocver can see them.
 A faint heartbeat of the streets ancient glory still survives in a cor ner occupied by the Cafe Caraoine dor. Ince men gathered there fo plot against kings, and to warn presi' dents. They do 50 yet, but they are not the same kind of men. A brass button will scatter these; those would have set their faces against an army. Above the door hangs the sign board. upon which has been depicted a vast animal of unfamiliar species. In the act of firing upon this monster is rep resented an unobtrusive human level- ing an obtrusive gun. once the color of bright gold. Now the legend above the picture Is faded beyond conjecture; ] }wearied of the long aim at the hunter, | the guns relation to the title is matter of faith; the menaced animal, l has resolved itself into q shapeess blot.
 The place is known as "Antonlos,' as the name, white upon the red-lit transparency, and gilt upon the win- dows, attcsts. There is promise Tn "Antonio": a justihable expectancy of savory things in oil and pepper and ! wine, and perhaps an angels whisper of garlic. But the rest of the name is "O'Riley," Antonio O'Rlley!
 The Carabine dor is an ignominious ghost of the Rue Charters. The cafe where Bienvile and Cont dlned. where prince has broken bread, Is become a family restaurant.
 It's customers are working men and women, almost to a unit. Occasionally you will see chorus girls from tho cheaper theaters, and men who follow avocations subpect to quick vfcissi- tu0es: but at Antonio's-name rich ,n Bohemian promise, but tame in fulfillment--manners debonair snd gay are toned down to the family standard. Should you light cigar cite. mine host will touch you on the "arrum''> and remind you that the proprictes are menaced. Antonio entices and beruilas from fiery legend without, but "O'Riley" teaches deco ,,,r, within ",t
 It wcs at this restaurant that Lori. aon first saw tnc girl. A fashy fello" with a predatory eye had followed her In, and had advanced to take the other chair Ut the little table where she stopped, but Lorison slipped into iii. seat before him. Their acauain- tancc began. and grew, and now TOT two months they had sat at the same table each evening. not meeting pE sppointmcnt, but as if by a series or fortuitous and happy accidents. Alter dining they would take walk to- rether in one of the little city parks, or nmonr tae panoramic markets where exhibits a continuous Vaude- vile of sights and sounds. Always :, at eight o'clock their steps led them to certain street corner. where she prettily but firmly bade him soo7 night and left him. q do not live far from here" she frequently said, "and you must let me go the rest of :, the way alone But now Lorison discovered that he wanted to so the rest Of the way with her or happiness would depart q having him on a very lonely corner sf life. And at the same time that he made the discovery. ths secret or his punishment from the society or the good laid its finger in his race ( and told him it must not be. [ Man is too thoroughly an eso's' { not to be also an esotist; if he love I tho object shall know it. During { lifetime he may conceal 1t through stress of expediency and honor but f 1t shall bubble from his dying llps' | though it disrupt a neighborhood. It Is known, however, that most men 6 do not wait 90 long to disclose thelf passion. In the case of Lorison, ms .