The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-09-20

to satisfy the dull, heavy cattI.. 49,
butterfly knows, and he endeayor. Hs
come their rival" tok
"Brevol" said Heyse. and N. n
literati joined him, and the ac,o. elsmt
looked admiringly at his father Dlon
Ibsen remarked: oAlg
what of it2"
why, it teaches the lesson: I,x. -
do not dream; waste not your dsv, I'VE
thoughts Of other worldliness. TIKI, IN s
these senses, we snail never get again ~
to our ability" ''dlas
A few minutes later, when a p.r
military band accompanying the ron.
relief guard passed, the party brosa
and dispersed in different directions p
with one remembrance richer. saea
Some months had passed. had La,
German Athens for the north mai al. ~
pedestrian tour through the beautiful ~ !
ley of Romsdal. ~
Arrived at a small town, met -,
crowd of peasants in the streets. who
continually coming in on the eo,,s ~
roads, that / asked the inn-keeper Il az
was not 20 take place. I
The old man shook his head %.
Bjornson is going to make a speech !, "
town hall tonight. Whenever he go -
thousands of people come to listen 49, 80
You know. he was brought up hsn
Fassetp'
So resolved to take seat and m.l.s
acquaintance Of Bjornson, the drar.s.s
and novelist. as a public speaker. -
the present day he has made an ers.s.S
lecture tour every year; however 80
of more educational than politics. ~
acter.
Often during my travels, when Ia.
public school or heard OF some 49,.
thropic society, the remark was mss.
That's Biornson's work." Ard a. :.
opinion OF the Norwegian writer eons,.-li
ly improved The valley of RomsSsss
taught me why he is more ponnIsr . ,s.a
Ibsen. He is right among his peoni. -. 80
has been of beneficial influence. M, an ~
as author but also as editor, director -
theater, politician, orator and philsn-
thropist.
|. The little town hall was decorated ia,
the Norwegian flag, garlands and 1ov.-s
as for feast, and was crowded to thu n.
most. They had not to wait very Ions
At the appointed time, not a minnie ~
late, ne entered in black Prince Albss
coat and white tie. 1t was a short M
mastery constructed speech, mixtnrs y
radical and conservative tendencies. Her
is one of the passages:
with all my heart wish King Oscr
and Christian to live long, because ths,
work steadily and so effective in the intss
est of the country. but their voluntarv Il
Dor will never carry them to the mr,rh.
needed reformation. They recomm,rs
evolution rather than revolution. m
should they find it impossible to kssn
within the bounds of evolution, Oh bin
short cut is also a road"
He was eloquent, every word was ds
tinct, as none was useless, and uttered n
calm, dignified manner.
And If he now and then rose 10 a ont
burst of patriotic feeling or hpmsnarIa
ideas, it was not artificial pathos bat w
aroused by conviction and true feLus
The applause was deafenine qd nv
neighbor. a very old, white-hairdpesssnt,
muttered: "He is the best speechnzkr I
know, and I have heard many
Outside he was cheered and chesfea
again. He was wrapped in fur mantle
and wore SLOUGH hat, leading his wife On
his arm, he kindly nodded to all sides
/ pushed nv way through the crowd
and saluted him; he recognized meatons
and said he was glad / had come to ss
Ibis country" The lady was a. simple
and sociable as he. She also had gcza
up to the flower of womanhood among the
bleak rocks of a wild, desolate part Of Tie
northern country.
We walked silently, for the night was 70
wondrouslv beautiful that it seemed SO.
rilege TO disturb its peace and harmony.
To one side doomed the dark mountsinA
their crevices overgrown with Alpine vss.
citation trembling in the wind. and then
SUBMITS crowned with snow and ice On
the other, through the cottages Of Nipel
with the windows shining with light
glimpse could be had of a vast stretch o
meadows, fields and forest land, and be
hind them another range of mountains
The roaring of a waterfall sounded in TIL
distance, and over the whole scene th
moon shed it's light like a revelationl
Only once Mrs. Bjornson pointed to
yellow two-story house and said: "Thsr
Mr.. Bjornson spent his boyhood
"Yes, these are familiar scenes" n
marked Bjornson. "Here / dreamt dur
ing my childhood, therefore love sh
place. To realize the dreams of youth i
the true life work of any man or woman.
A few minutes later, when special!
beautiful view met our eyes. he made
sweeping gesture and exclaimed in ton
of deepest admiration: "Glorious! Glorl
Gus! Young man, here you can learn
understand Michael Angelo"
We had arrived at the house where b
was stopping for the night.
From the distance the soft singing Of
peasants was borne to US on the evening
breeze.
"These folks songs go most to mTbesrs
In music l want either Beethoven syn
phonles or simple melodyV
Then another song was heard.
\ slight blush was seen on his cnsL
1t was one of his own patriotic songs
''Do you remember what | SAID Iass
morning in Munich-we are but peasan'
peoples it true? Good nightW
The following day | saw him asain y :
the railway station. He was reading an1
did not want to disturb him. But wnen
deputation of peasants came TO see nm ~
he rose to chat with them. noticed sns'
he had been reading Shelley's poems.
C. SADAKIcHI HARrMAsa