WHEN I lea;ve home on a Sunda,y afternoon to plunge into the whirl of the festive crowd, my glance

involunta~ily falls on a clean, widely-opened window of the grey house opposite. At this window sits an elderly gentleman, gazing contentedly through his gold spectacles on the crowd'ed street below. Ah, I thought to myself at firs'!, here is one who no doubt loves to go out in the evening, when the first shadows are stealing over the quiet streets. Soon I Wia,s to know better. At any hour of a holiday I would find this tra,nquil old gentleman at his post, and he always looked down upon us so complacently, as if he were judging human affairs from lal higher range of experience. An eccentric, I decided, losing himself in his reveries, and whose quiet room contains his whole world. Or w,as he perhaips an invalid? No, that could not be, for his healthy, well-nourished appear-~ce was against such ~,n idea. Besides, o'n week-

days I was often able to admire his tall, distinguished figure ,and his fine, elastic gait.