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Show The Restlers Msn. Cloyed with the sickening life of the city, wenry of Its unnatural demands upon brain and flesh, r'rnnk Scntt turned his back ill on It and as ll.e trurVs of the spcedlnn tr:iln beat a monotonous irrumlile at th-dr aervl-tude, aervl-tude, ho ilrca:i:od of the country---the country, fresh wlih nlr reilolent of health, with slid Unworn hloolnltiE 111 tiii'Kled wlldwinids. of Kiirullni! brm l". of din ltcity that cl ni.us and. m t of all. oiilctudo where he could relax and ilrcam. As the train pounded alotiR tho graveled way. he wondered If he would ever return to tho fetid marl of the city, crazed with money grabbing and clothed In hypocrisy. No. be never would. Was I, not better to grow weary of one's self In the country occasionally thsn to burn out on tho spit of mad rivalry In the metropolis? He consulted his watch. It was 7:3H Wednesday evening. Far away, nut In Iowa, In the little church, prsyor meet lug was In progress. He cou'd mentally see and bear the testimony tes-timony of Old Aunty RqulBKs as she told In her piping volro of hor sins and her repentance. "And (loil willing I want to lead a better life, a life closer to the I-ord Jesus. Tray for me. brethren and sisters, sis-ters, that I may be steadfast In the I-ord." Many a time he had heard her supplication sup-plication when a boy. Now her hair was white and her voice had (ho quok-Ings quok-Ings and breaks of second childhood, yet testified she on of the goodness of Ood. "After all. Is It not better so?" ha mused, "to live simply, trusting In divine uplifting at the end, than to steep In tho dregs of ambition and die' In the worship of Mammon? "West lie the tlr Hint binds Our hearts In Chri.l.nn level" Ho could hear tho wavering, dragging drag-ging hymn, lid by Deacon Hampton In his sonorous voice, and then the benediction: "And now may the lxrd wntrh between mo and then while wo are absent one from another!" "Amen!" "And amen!" It was daylight when flcott arrived In Duncombe. At tho train was Johnnie John-nie Gallup, tho busman. Johnnie had driven the gray and the hay since they were colts. Now they wero old and stiff, hoary hairs standing about their deep sunken eyes At tho hotel "Colonul" Johnson hsd a fninlllar look that somehow Impressed Im-pressed Scott as pathetic. And the stores! There was little change since he left, except that they secuod squatted and shoddy. Tho faces wero for the most part familiar. Indeed Scott recognltnd Urandad Wilson's long tailed cost, once bluck, now yellow, but still Imparting Im-parting something of dignity to Us wearer 'fllad t' see ye! Olad t' see ye! Danwn to New York llvln, I hoar! tight smart plscn, I take It. Goln' t' slay long cr just makln' a flyln' visit?" and (Irnndad clung to the visitor's hand and shook It vlgorounly, holding It long. The younger men. youths when Scott left Duncombe. seemed little changod, and yet there waa a sort of revelation In them to Scott. They didn't appear llkit this In his dreams. Was It really that he had changed? He went dsning where In youth he caught "lunkers." and mauaged to catch a small crapplo, a voracious shiner and wut feet. Bathing In the old swimming holo was Impossible. It was scarcely knee deep. He returned to tho hotel disgusted. The evening of tho third day found htm aboard Iho limited express, en-thunlantlcally en-thunlantlcally bound for the city. "After all." he reasoned. "I suppose sup-pose there are worso things that might bsppen a man than a residence In the metropolis!" Moral If you love tho country, stsy there. ( t j ' |