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Show HOME YEARNING TOO STRONG Wanderer Unable to Resist the Impulse Im-pulse That Bade Him Turn His Steps to Shelter and Peace. The lone traveler plodded wearily onward, sighing sorely, punting pitifully. piti-fully. "I'm homesick, that's what's the matter mat-ter with me," he groaned. "Only been gone a month, and homesick. I'm a fine one, I am !" And he trudged tearfully. The wind whistled "Tipperary" through the nuked branches, a few dry sturgeon leaves fluttered down, everything spoke of approaching winter. win-ter. "Homesick !" he muttered resentfully. resentful-ly. "I'm a softie, I am. Homesick !" And he meandered mournfully, muttering. mut-tering. Overhead the sky was gray and cold, and with the exception of a few shivering shiver-ing titolinks no birds were visible. "I can't stand it !" cried the lone traveler. "I give in. Oh, what a softie !" And the tramp knocked on the door of the next ju.ll he passed and asked please to be pinched over the Cold weather. Louisville Times. |
