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Show Miscellany DREAMS VS. REALITIES. TT E was seated on tho doorstep of his country home one day, and a-dreaming of the city just a hundred miles away, of its street cars and its ant os, and its pavements clean and fine, of the cafes with the side rooms where they drink the spa rkling wine. 1 Such a life would be a heaven, just a j constant round of joy, and tho very thing he'd hoped for ever since he was as boy. So he sold his prceious acres, bartered off eaeh Jersey cow, parted with his hog.i and horses, throwing in the sulky plow; and he quit his country cottage, hidden out among the trees, where he M lived for forty summers, singing with the .birds and bees. And he rented in the city wha t tho people called a "Flat," and they "fetched" the milk in bott Jpr ("not enough to feed a rat"), and his wife and daughters daugh-ters started in to enter tain tho rank, making frightful, heavy drawings on his balance in the bank. Twenly hundred hun-dred for an auto, thirty cents for gasoline, gaso-line, p;iying peddlers twenty prices for a bunch of garden green. And so he began a-looking from tho win-low in his flat in a southerly di reel ion where a year before he 'd nat on his donrstep in the country, when his life was full and free, with the good old milk and butler and the honey from the bee. Oh, yes, he M gn back tomorrow i f he had not gone dead broke, and you'll find him at the gas works heaving coal and sacking roke. FK I'll) WALDO CROCK FTT. |