Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

drops struck.

By evening the air was cleared; the clouds were scattered by a cold hard wind. The Sunset was beautiful and was like unto one in the wintertime, with its sharp grey and rusty colors and clear-cut clouds. At the supper table, I learned from Jim that he was planning another fishing trip for tomorrow afternoon. I was not particularly anxious to go but was afraid I would hurt his feelings by refusing. Joe made known his intentions of going along and we had to do some “tall” arguing with Mother and Frances who were “afraid” for him.

     After supper there was a great bustling. There was a two-reel Lubin feature picture on down at the Opera-house and everyone was getting ready to go. I had decided not to go however for I did not care particularly about the Lubin company. I was upstairs writing and finally the hurry and bustle had its effect on me. I got the desire to go. They were