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Updated: June 28, 2025
My father whisked me once more across the long Jersey marshes. To Haberford. There, on the edge of the town, composed of a multitude of stone-built, separate, tin-roofed houses, stood the Composite Works. My father was foreman of the drying department, in which the highly inflammable sheets of composite were hung to dry....
"Good-bye," he was bidding me, extending a tiny hand, the back of it covered with steel-coloured hairs, "you'd better go back up to Jersey just heard your daddy is very sick there ... he might need your help." I thought cautiously. Evidently he knew nothing of my father's having been sent home by his lodge. I affected to be perturbed.... "In that case could you advance me my fare to Haberford?"
My father ... I must pay him a visit, before lifting my nose in the air like a migrating bird. Where I would go or what I would do that spring and summer, I hadn't the vaguest idea.... It seemed but the day before that I had left Haberford. The fat policeman who leaned against the iron railing of the small park near the station was there in the same place.
I meditated my next move, and now resolved on another try at community life.... The Eos Artwork Studios, founded in the little New York State town of Eos, by the celebrated eccentric author and lecturer, Roderick Spalton. I was in such impatience to reach Eos that I did not cross over to Haberford, to drop in on my father.
All night long my head was a-ferment with dreams of the great things I would achieve, now that I was free of the shadow of imprisonment. When I walked down the streets of Haberford once more, though I was leathery and stronger-looking, my adventures had added no meat to my bones.
Renewed poverty was breaking our household up. My grandmother was about to begin her living about from house to house with her married sons and daughters. My father was sending for me to come East. He had a good job there in the Composite Works at Haberford. He was at last able to take care of his son his only child. My grandmother and my aunt Millie took me to the railroad station.
As I sat across the table from him, at mealtimes, and looked into his amused, small twinkling eyes, I thought continually of the Miller in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.... Millie, too, was not slow at having her joke. She was roughly affectionate of me, in memory of old days. But I was glad to see Haberford and the East again.
"No, thanks just the same, 'Perfesser." "I have room enough ... better hang around a few days and look for a job here." "It's too near Haberford." "But I know you'd take a couple of fresh books, if I gave them to you, now wouldn't you?" My eyes lit up as with hunger. "This Milton and Sterne are too used-up to be worth a nickel a-piece.
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