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The South Side

   When we rode horseback we often went in a southerly    direction to the least populated part of town where the streets  were narrow and crooked, and woodroads led off into great stretches of wilderness. As already mentioned, there was some-thing a little eerie about the upper section of Highland Street. I     got this feeling at a very young age as I watched Mr. Schwartz, with his full black beard, walking briskly down the street to-   wards our driveway, kicking little stones aside and muttering something unintelligible to himself. Then, upon reaching our driveway, he would turn around and walk home again. He always kept his hands behind his back, pounding the fist of one into the  cup of the other in rhythm with his footsteps. The above charac-teristics as well as his glassy eyes revealed an unfortunate mental condition which I was too young to understand.
   Another sinister feature of upper Highland Street was            Mrs. Leadbetter, dressed in shabby black clothes and looking    like a miniature witch. She trudged along the road, grunting and

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