Bart Henderson hates his life in 1935, longing for a daughter without painted fingernails and curled coxcombs, a son without bloodshot eyes at the breakfast table, a wife less jaded. Then his army buddy visits and suggests that nothing is ever lost in time, and it might be possible for the human mind to tear off the veils and return to a time such as the 18th century that Bart longs for.

It was fun to see both the advertisements and the innovation of Cosmopolitan to publish a time-travel story by the prolific Mildred Cram in 1935. The style reminds me of later Jack Finney stories of the 50s.
He ran a few steps forward in the dark, stumbling. The syncopated, thudding hoofbeats broke rhythm, paused. . . And Bart Henderson found himself, in broad daylight, standing beside a fine carriage driven by a coachman in livery, drawn by two black horses with silver-trimmed harness.

Variants

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  1. “Time Found Again” by Mildred Cram, in Cosmopolitan, December 1935.
    2. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . written by Mildred Cram