Connecticut western news., 1922-05-04

Iu1 giant Of man who weighed over two hundred pounds, all of it bone and muscle. But under his great strength was woman's gentleness; under the dirty, ragged clothes and the rough, brown skin grimy with dust and precipitation, was one of the cleanesr souls that ever came to this world don't mean that he was like minis ter. He could tell a story with pretty rough talk in it, but always for a pur- pose. He hated dirt on the hands or on the tongue. He loved flowers like a woman. He loved to look at the stars at night and the colors of the sunset and the morning dew on the meadows. never saw man so much in love with fun and beauty"
 They reached Havana that evening and sold their canoe to a man who kept boats to rent on the river shore. They ate hot supper at the tavern and got ride with farmer who was going ten miles in their direction. From his cabin some two hours later they set out afoot in the darkness.
 Going home is the end of all jour- neys,". said Abe as they tramped along. Did 1t eyer occur to you that every live creature has its home? The fish of the sea, the birds of the air, the beasts of the field and forest, the creepers In the grass, all go home. Most of them turn toward 1t when the day wanes. The call of home is the one voice heard and respected all the way down the line of life. And, ye know, the most wonderful and mysterious thing in na- ture is the power that fool animals have to go home through great dis tances, like the turtle that swan from the Bay of Biscay to his home off Van Dieman's Land. Somehow, coming over 7 in ship, he had blazed trail through the painless deep more than ten thou sand miles long. It's the, one miracu- lous gift-the one call that's irresist- ible. Don't you hear 1t now? Lnever lie down in the darkness without thinking of home when am away"
 "And it's hard to change your home when you're wonted to it." said Harry.
 "Yes, its little like dying when you pull up the roots and move. It's been hard on your folks"
 This remark brought them up to the greatest of mysteries. They tramped in silence for a moment. Abe broke in upon 1t with these words: -.--...
 'T reckon there must be another home somewhere to go to after we have broke the last camp here, and a kind of birds compass to help us find it. I reckon we'll hear the call of 1t as we grow older" a
 He stopped and took of his hat and looked up at the stars and added:
 eff it isn't so I don't see why the long procession of life keeps harping on this subject of home. I think see the point of the whole thing. It isn't the place or the furniture that makes 1t home, but the love and peace that's in 1t. By and by our home isn't here any more. It has moved. Our minds begin to beat about in the undiscov- cred countries looking for 1t. Some. how we got it located-each man for himself" .-. .I.
 For another space they hurried along without speaking.
 'I tell you, Harry, whatever a large number of intelligent folks have agreed upon for some generations is so-:if. they have been allowed to do their own thinking" said Abe. Its about the only wisdom there is."~
 He had sounded the keynote of the new Democracy. z,. # -....
 So under the lights of heaven, speaking in the silence of the night of impenetrable mysteries, they jour- neyed on toward the land of plenty.
 "It's as still as a graveyard" Harry whispered when they had climbed the bluff by the mill long after midnight and were near the little village. .
 They're all buried in sleep" said Abe. "We'll get rRutledge out of bed i He'll give us shakedown some whereP ~
 His loud rap on the door of the tav' ern signalized more than a desire fol rest in the weary travellers, for just then a cycle of their lives had ended.