Robin Hood's Barn 



the night his picture went to press. And the 

 people liked it. What's more they liked my ar- 

 ticle. It was a ten strike. Why, the market 

 man had said I wrote as easily as he himself 

 cleaned fish. I remember the elation with which 

 my brother bore that tribute home. 



But when it came to romance, I showed my- 

 self a college woman. You understand that I 

 belong to a generation when education was re- 

 garded as a virus left forever in the blood. I 

 was overcultivated, timorous of sentiment. I 

 stimibled and fell down before it. When I met 

 it in the road, I balked. 



Such times, however, as I ask my brother to 

 illustrate my articles, it is he who strains the har- 

 ness. In an imhappy day he saw the work of 

 Lester Hornby and at the same time heard the 

 application of the word "quaint." No use since 

 then to give him the freedom of your city. You 

 may shut off your boulevards, wrap up your mon- 

 imients, exclude him from your public hospitals 

 and libraries, from all that stirs your civic pride. 

 He will not give a rap. For already he will have 

 wandered down a by-way, have set his stool upon 



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