Page 1 (1/2)

The Street stretched away north and south in two lines of ancient houses

that seemed to

It had the orn look of an old coat, shabby but co there to live pleased his in which to read, quiet nights in which to sleep and

forget It was an iave The man did

not know that, or care particularly He had been wandering about a

long time--not in years, for he was less than thirty But it see time

At the little house no one had seeiven one or two, of a sort He had gone to considerable trouble to

get them; and now, not to have them asked for-There was a house across and a little way down the Street, with a card in

thethat said: "Meals, twenty-five cents" Evidently the midday meal

was over;

away The Nottingham curtains were pinned back, and just inside the

a throaty barytone was singing: "Home is the hunter, home from the hill:

And the sailor, horimly--Ho up and down the Street

His straw hat was set on the back of his head, for the evening arht, by nine had taken on