Are you of that elect who, at certain seasons of the year-perhaps in March when there is timid promise of the spring or in the days of October when there are winds across the earth and gorgeous panic of fallen leaves-are you of that elect who, on such occasion or any occasion else, feel stirrings in you to be quit of whatever prosy work is yours, to throw down your book or ledger, or your measuring tape-if such device marks your service-and to go forth into the world?
Are you of that elect who, at certain seasons of the year-perhaps in March when there is timid promise of the spring or in the days of October when th...
