The Saturday evening post (1920) (14784812425)

Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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ne. All desire forspeed had left him, and he drove abstractedly, with thehumming of the motor almost inaudible.. He had no wish, no need to reach home soon; and at acrossroads bore to the left instead of directly back. Thenight was marvelous. On both sides there were wide,sweeping lawns, ornamental gates and lodges or blankexpanses of wall. It was a select countryside of broadestates, imposing houses and meadows filled with expen-sive cattle; a region of millionaires. Rawle wasnt that;he was far short of it. His place, comparatively, wassmall—a couple of acres; but its situation, from Ellasview, was unexcelled. He turned again, for no other reason than the unfamil-iurity of the road, and found it rougher than the way hehad left. Rawle mounted a hill and slipped into thevalley beyond. Trees met above him; the gloom washardly broken by stray silver patches and glimmers. Hekept, on and on, indifferent to distance or the lapse of time.The night, had grown cold. There was a faint tang of
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Suddenly the Moon, the Locusts, the Open Tranquillity,Invaded and Saturated Him; They Blotted Out Past andFuture, and for an Instant He Was Wholly at Peace autumn mold in the air and the vapors were being sweptfrom his head. He didnt now know just where he was. Crowning ashort, steep ascent was a covered wooden bridge, an old-fashioned, echoing bridge, of which but few remained, andhe hesitated between crossing it or returning. In the endhe went on. Loose boards creaked under the wheels of hisheavy car. The walls inclosing him were broken at inter-vals by openings, framed glimpses of a stream and over-hanging foliage. Beyond, he saw, the character of thecountry was utterly changed. The estates were gone, andin their place smaller farm succeeded to farm. The mead-ows were no less smooth, but the trees grew naturally,unfashioned by landscape architects. Massive stoneTudor houses, French spires, were replaced by farmhouses,withdrawn behind pines. The walls of the barnyardsshone with a st