Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1922-02-03

be willing 70 give up
They padded along i'll silence for a
time
1T was my fault" said Harry pres
emily. Il never could say the half |
wanted TO when she was with me. NV
tongue is TOO slow She gave me a
chance and wasn't man enough 10
take it. That's all I've got to say on
that subject"
Some time afterWard in a letter 10
his father the boy wrote:
II often think OF that ride down the
river and the way he talked TO me- Ii
was so gentle. He was Il big, power
fuI giant of a man who weighed over
two hundred pounds. all of it bone and
muscle. But under his great strength
was IL wOman's genrleness under the
dirty, ragged clothes and the rough,
brown skin grimy with dust ana
perspiration, was one Of the cleaneSr
souls that ever came To this world.
don't mean that he was like ii minis
ter. He could tell story WIN pretty
rough talk in it, but always for Il 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. l never saw a man so much
in love with fun and beauty"
They reached Havana that evening
and sold their canoe TO Il man Who
kept boats TO rent on the river shore.
They ate a 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 it ever 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 i'll
the grass, all go home. Most of them
turn toward it when the day wanes.
The call of home is the one voice heard
and respected all the way down the
line of life. And, We know, the most
wonderful and mysterious thing in ma
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
in q ship, he had blaZed a 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-
| IDLE. Don't yOu hear it now? | never
| 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
pun up the roots and move. It's been
bard on your folks
| This remark brought them up to The
| greatest of mysteries. They tramped
| in silence for a moment. Abe broke
| in upon it with these words:
! II reckon there must be another
| home somewhere to go to after we
+, have broke the last camp here, and Il
kind of birds compass 10 help us
find it. ] reckon Wen hear The call of
| it as we grow older
| He stopped and took off 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. | think | see
the point of the whole thing. It isn't
| the place or the furniture that makes
it 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 undiscnY-
cred countries looking for it. Some
| how we got it lOcated-each man for
| himself"
| For another space they hurried along
| without speaking.
II tell you, Harry, whatever 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. TITS
about the only wisdom there is,
He had sounded the keynote of the
| new Democracy.
| 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.
Its as still as graveyard" Harry
whispered when they had climbed the
bluff by the mill long after midnight
and were nearYtne little village,
They're all buried in Sleep" said
Abe. Wen get Rutledge out Of bed.
He'll give us Shakedown some
where"
His loud rap on the door Of the taS-
ern signaliZed more than desire for
rest in The weary travellers, for just
chen cycle If their lives had ended.