TRAVEL
A LITTLE old man came into the steamship office where I was buying a ticket. He had mild, kindly eyes, pink cheeks, a vague, white beard and a deferential, rather apologetic manner.
“Have you any new literature to-day?” he inquired of the clerk after some hesitation.
“Sure,” the clerk answered genially, and picked him out a bundle of those prettily and skilfully illustrated pamphlets describing almost every known country on the globe. He also gave him plans of ships, price lists of the various staterooms and dates of sailing.
“He must be something of a traveler,” I suggested when the old man, after many thanks, left the office.
The clerk smiled.
“The old guy and his wife have been almost everywhere,” he answered; “but I don’t think that either of them has ever been out of this town,” he enigmatically added, “and they’re both about a hundred and fifty.”
“Yes?” I said encouragingly.