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In the farmer's fight against the staggering crop of mortgages that had slowly sprung up from the long-ago sowing of the dragon's teeth Burnham saw with a heavy heart the telling signs of the land's slow descent from the strength of hemp to the weakness of tobacco the ravage of the woodlands, the incoming of the tenant from the river-valley counties, the scars on the beautiful face of the land, the scars on the body social of the region and now he knew another deadlier crisis, both social and economic, must some day come.
Burnham should certainly look forward to success in his visit to his native land. His fine touch and tone, sincere and musicianly style, and buoyant, genial personality will make friends for his art and himself everywhere.
Burnham in to see Sam " "Yes," Burnham interrupted Roland quickly; "Barnette's been kind enough to show me round town a bit." "Here on business?" inquired Lockwood pointedly. "No, not exactly," returned Burnham with practised ease, "just looking round." "Only lookin', eh?" Blinky's countenance underwent one of its erratic quakes as he examined Burnham with his habitual intentness.
Roland collapsed as if punctured. Burnham turned to Graham with a wave of his hand. "I'm leaving on the afternoon train, but if I get time I may drop in again and talk things over with you. There might be something in that threshing machine you mentioned." "I'll be glad to show you anything I've got here..." "All right. Good-day. I'll see you again, perhaps."
And only John Burnham understood it all, and he wondered and smiled, and with the smile wondered again. There had been no time for dancing lessons, but the little comedy of sentiment went on just the same.
Before Milton had served his seven years' apprenticeship at Cambridge, his parents moved to the village of Horton twenty miles out of London, Windsor way. The village of Horton has not changed much with the years, and a tramp across the fields from Eton by way of Burnham Beeches and Stoke Pogis, where Gray wrote "The Elegy," is quite worth while.
Burnham started to his feet, unable for the moment to speak. His face took on a sudden pallor, then a smile of incredulity settled on his lips. "You are wild," he said; "the child perished; we have abundant proof of it." "I say the child is not dead," persisted the old man; "I saw him yesterday." "Then, bring him to me. Bring him to me and I will believe you."
A moment later he saw John Burnham in the doorway looking no less pleased and waiting for him. Even the old president paused on his crutches for a handshake and a word of welcome. The boy found himself wishing that Marjorie and Mavis were there, and, as he walked up the steps, from out behind John Burnham Marjorie stepped proud for him and radiant.
As they walked into the station she poured out a stream of questions about the dog, took possession of him straightway, and concluded to call him Don. They agreed to spend the day at Burnham Beeches, and while he went for the tickets she stepped on to the platform.
The house is a big one not too big for the four vanloads of furniture wot came down from London." "Has he made any friends in the district, do you know?" "No, not exactly. 'E often goes and 'as a drink at the Bridgewick Arms at Burnham, close by the coastguard station." Walter exchanged a meaning glance with his assistant. "Does he receive any visitors?" "Very few he's away such a lot.
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