IDLER PAUSED to brush the beads of sweat, worry, from his forehead. He watched as the droplets fell to the dusty road of Life, landing in the footprint of the traveler several yards ahead of him. He studied the footprints, concluding that they were made by a person in great haste. This realization caused a cloud of gloom to pass over Idler's face, for he hated to see anyone in such a predicament. No person in this world can be enjoying himself when he has imbibed that destructive potion, Hurry, as this poor soul has evidently done, he decided...
"Idler Meets Mr. Machine-Man,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 17
, Article 28.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol17/iss2/28