Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-02

Carriage and as Prisoner In His Own
Home-GIimpses Of BrAntwood and an
English GiPsy Camp.
Copyright. 1901. by Edgar L. wakemAn.l
BowSEss, England, May l9.-The entire
year Of lsss was passed by me in wander
ing among the peasantry OF Ireland, with
the exception Of a few days visit with
friends in northern Lancashire England
Journeying from Carnforth 20 Clverston ]
entered a railway carriage in which sat .
man mufiied 20 his ears In wraps and rugs.
Ny presence, and especially my having
left open the window Of the close compart-
ment, made him uneasy. He snorted and
hdgeted for time, conveying by undenia
BILE token his intense displeasure. Then
making a deliberate grab at the window
strap. he hurled the sash back ia its plAcs
with crash. and A. he gave his Wrapping
atempestuouss 70 replace them snaried
at me-
do all Americans live out Of doorsf"
AL" l responded cheerily, save thnss
living In tepees and tentS. We haven't
time 20 build houses. We like il It's our
way"
Ny companion instantly shot two spare
legs wide apart out OF the rugs. leaned q
thin body and face far forward. a. II g
make his passionate glare the more effect
i've, and cutting a swift large circle in the
Ornament Of the musty compartment with
the index finger OF his skinny right hand,
piped In a vociferous treble.
1t u not your way, sirl IL Is Gods way
You Americans would assume the credit OF
creations cusmic plan Even II you lived
a. you falsely assert, you would be unaware
OF the dignity you uncOnsciously or impu-
IDENTIFY assumed Supreme intaIliRencs
weddei % supreme simplicity are alone
cOmP~tent 20 the realiEation Of eternal
TRUTH
aooeded 70 sil this 20 quickly and eager.
ly that Il seemed In a manner 10 shAttsr
my nervous companion lie Sid back upon
his seat Ia such a helpless sort % way that
/ az once, without apology. gathered the
man and his wrappings together, soothing
ly adjusted the latter, and was relieved OF
some anxiety 20 find In a little time a. evi
denced by certain rhapsodical snOrings,
that be had passed over. II but temporarily.
into the poppy land Of dreams
This gave me opportunity % crafty ar
almost imperative curiosity. went 10 far
a. o. examine his hand luggage. The plain
Roman initials y. X" were all found
stamped upon antiquAted portmAnteau
and rusticr handbag But over in the
corner of hi, seat was a neat brown paper
parcel, which might have held a bit OF un.
touched lunch. and saw on this the start
ling legend.
For Mr.. Ruskin."
When John Ruskin awoke we could
both look out Of the compartment window
and see the tide sweeping Ia from the More
cambe bay across the Leven sands. Il
seemed 20 please him, and his large gray
eyes flashed brightly under the grisly
brows with a light that transformed his
pinched gray face into something like
kindly radiance.
some impulse Of companionship led him
20 question me closely and without Ger
emOny regarding myself and my then lit
erary work In Ireland I answered him
honestly, addressing him by his name, and
expressing regret that Englishmen like
him would not do a. had done-visit the
lowly Of Ireland in every part Of Ireland
with an honest purpose OF discovering
misgovernment and its deplorable results, !
and protesting against it In high places
where IL would be heard. This threw him
into another paroxysm Of rage, in which |
be gave vent 20 language | would not carr
70 repeat, the tenor Of which may be shown |
by his closing objurgation, repeated again |
and again.
Guns. not government, for IrelandP'
Mr. Ruskin, or no Mr.. Ruskin, 1 would |
not sit silent under that, and at all risks |
denounced his barbarous Toryism SC !,
roundly. pointed out his own inexcusable |
and wholly ignorant mAlignity with such |
daring, and illustrated his own lack OF |
humanity, while famous before the world |
as a prophet OF illimitable tenderness and |
charity, the logical outgrowth Of his end F,
less battle for the worship Of nature, truth /
and God. with such unsparing reckless |
ness, that its very audacity, or some man |
ner Of kindly introspection, calmed him, |
just as the train slackened its speed At |
UlverstOn- Here, when l hastily left the |
carriage with a curt Good day, STRIP he |
called 70 me TO return Reaching his thin |
hand out 20 me, he gave my own a hearty |
grasp, and said most graciously and |
friendlily;
"Bear away a kinder thought Of me. |
You have been very plain, sir; but you |
have done me good l am not well, sir; |
not well at all But l like any man who |
is not afraid Of me. I'll think about Ire
land. Come 70 my home at Brentwood, /
any time at your pleasureP'
The grizzled face had everything human
and good in IL as he spoke. thanked him,
said would come, and hurried away in
the crowd, but with the then many con-
hicting emotions in my mind, said to my
welcoming friend at INVERSION, as l men
toned my ride with the famous English
man, "If it had not been John Ruskin I /
should have regarded the man insane"
John Ruskinf" be replied sententiously
"Oh, everybody up Lancashire way knows
he's always been crazy"
Before | could visit Brentwood il was
eli a.
dom lifted had dimmed the great mans
intellect. But little time ago the cable
told American people that he had at
tempted TO take his own life. Though his
own invitation had been repeated by Others
who stand for him in the beautiful lake
side home, ] could not justify its accept
ance Going TO the shell Of what had held
a great spirit, and holding sort of literary
autopsy on its defenseless remains. seemed
a heartless thing 10 do. Yet being So near
him here IN the English lake region, /
'ound myself continually rinIIiar "a a ]