I was headed for – I had planned in my own mind to come out at Ebenezer and there was a thrill connected with the idea of coming into Ebenezer out of the south at dusk.  Still I dreaded coming upon a familiar name or sign – even a sign reading “So – many miles to Ebenezer!”
     At the end of this slope there was a sign “IncorporatedvillageofOrchardPark – slowdown, etc., etc.”OrchardPark! I never have liked the name and besides I now knew where I was & the walk toCazenoviaParkover a familiar road was not pleasant to think of, especially as it was 6 or 7 miles.  I saw a sign “Armor – 3 miles.”
     There was a shorter route to the Hamburg Car Line – but that held no charms either so I concluded to stick it out & take theOrchardParkroad.  It was well I did so for as I stepped aside to let an auto go by it slowed down + a voice said “How far are you going – might as well ride.” I jumped in feeling grateful for the ride.  In the center of the town we passed the Orchard Park branch car-line, which I had entirely overlooked.
     About a mile or so out of the village I happened to glance thru the little window to the left of the driver & caught a fleeting but unmistakable glimpse of the old blacksmith shop I had sought in vain yesterday.  It made me feel good.
     Fate was against me again for just as I came out of Mayfield into Seneca St. the Gardenville car was just crossing the T at the end of the street –no hope of catching it.  So I walked home.  Here at the end of the city the air was full of