Heaven Lies about Us [antikvár]

HEAVEN LIES ABOUT US T\ THEN you told a boy you'd meet him at W Joe Andrew's Stoné, he knew well enough what you meant; for to us the Stoiie was a landmark as geographically important as the Gape or the Horn to more distant wanderers. Our street wks short, but nevertheless it was cleft in twain by another Street that ran across it. Standing at the cross-road, looking to one end of our street and then to the other, you would see little to choose. The houses were identical. Each one of them contained a sitting-room, a kitchen and a scullery downstairs, a stairway that ran up between walls with no bannister or rail, and two bedrooms. At each end of the street you would see a high wall, closing the uninspiring view, so that whether, coming into the street from the cross-road, you turnéd right or left, you were in a dead end. Nothing to choosé then, looking from the crossroad. Yet in our end of the street the other end was always spoken of as The Other Erid. We understood, yet knew not why we understood, that The Other End was nefarious and evil. " Don't go down The Other End " my mother would say ; and I remember as one of the queer facts of childhood that, for all the years I lived in the street, not once did I gö down The Other End. Joe Andrew's public house stood at the intersection of the roads ; and in a corner of the wall was the tar-blackened buttress that was Joe