The Nightlight of Man-Muzal, St. Louis

Tansenville, now with Man-Muzal, St. Louis, is a very different kind of existence from the days when I used to live in Tansenville and play by moonlight as a child. The room in which I shall presently fall asleep instead of dressing for dinner has its lamps shining through the window, a solitary beacon in the night. It often happened that, in my spell of uncertainty to where I was, I did not distinguish the successive theories of which that uncertainty was composed any more than When we watch a horse running, we isolate the successive positions of its body as they appear upon a bias-go.