New Britain herald., 1925-05-15

A MOS HIGGINS, one of the fifteen clerks fA in the Guardian Life Insurance offices. noticed sign, "Get Your Home Town Paper," on q newsstand on State street. Amos was on his way to T hasty lunch at Ben's basement cafeteria around the corner. He really hadn't any time to read signs, but somehow this particular one aroused in him more than passing interest. So he read Il again. He paused a moment on the curb in the hot sunshine. Pushing back his hat, he meditatively scratched his bald spot. Amos was thirty five, and not much given to rash decisions, yet in that moment he made his resolve.
 By cracky, I'll do itr' he muttered, srinnins. He passed his hand over his sprout. ing beard and went down the cafeteria stems.
 That was Friday afternoon. Friday night at i've, when Amos joined the strap hang Ing, paper reading, moist looking crowd on the elevated, bis mind was more fully re. solved than ever. Ills annual vacation be. gan on Monday. He'd go back to Rush. 'llie' O.. he would, and spend the entire TWO weeks of his holiday in the old home town.
 As he alternately swayed against md apoiogized to the fat lady seated in front or hin' hts subconscious mind was busy with visions of Rushville's old town pump where the kid gang used to stop and splash. Amos even remembered the names of the streets ne could recall the exact location of Andy hhnes barber shop snuggled in between tho hy'specked candy kitchen and the corner drug store.
 The crowd at Mir. O'Toole'. bo,,din. house that night listened to Amos' .ulogv on the dear dead days when he livsd in Nashville, o. They were young and m. phisticated crowd, but out of resnect m doubt, to Amos bald spot, they let him rave about Rushyille's charms. But at tb. lemon wafer prune stage of the meal yonno Alexander, who conducted the Palace Pool nan do~n on Eighth street somewhere. 'oiced the opinion of the assembled boarders
 Ah' come out of 1t, Higgins" he ieered, bet Rushville's the deadest burg thi, siue ot the grave. Why, you'll find dande. mons srowin' in the middle of Main stres, ana Line Of worm eaten hitchin' posts in front ot the general store. We all know the Kind. We ain't none of US enyying you that vacation you're takin'. Nay, nay!"
 Amos was not convinced. "You folk, have lived so long with asphalt and sky scrapers and jazz that you just don't know how to appreciate the nice, quiet little towns'
 They laughed. Amos sniffed. And on Monday morning at eleven he was watching the telegraph poles fly past as he leaned back in the red d-plush chair car that whzzed him toward Nashville.
 As the train left the smoky city and be. gan to skim past green country places, Amos opened the window and, needless of cinders, let the cool wind blow on his bare head. ,t5
 THEY stopped at several tiny stations 4 where the name of the town was spelled out in red geraniums on the gsqYare grassy plot adjoining the little red depot Amos was charmed
 Just little bit of qaiet in the old home town-that's all l need to set me up this yacation," he unused. ftFeilows like Alexander ought not to be allowed free speech. They discourage the simple life; ; that's what they do"
 A delay of two hours brought Amos to his destination two hours late. Amos straightened his straw hat, and laid handS on his travelling bag, and was among the first to alight from the train.
 Things seemed in terrific uproar about him-bawling taxi drivers. shrill newsboys darting through the crowds, hurrying red caps laden with suitcases--all in a glare of electric light. And in the paved space be- fore big pressed brick ultra modern sta. tion Amos stood and looked about him.
 Then it dawned upon him. In his eager ness to reach Nashville he had got of st the wrong station. He turned to get on the train again; but 1t was too late.
 Amos said something under his breath and gared at the swiftly receding cars. 4 newsDoy pushed a paper under his nose Amos frowned at it. It WAS the Nashville Democrat. He bought it.
 How far Is it from here to Nashville ?" he asked.
 The urchin hitched one ragged suspender over his shoulder and grinned. What eatin' yuh, anyway, mister? You're in Nashville right now"
 Amos stared second, open mouthed i;