Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-16

] menJS, ulu not want TO spoil MN Tor trade,
and Withdrew him before he had completed
his course. myself took to pupil teach
/ ing having not yet decided to try my for
| tune in literature.
but one day, fired by sudden enthu-
siasm, wrote long letter to the Glasgow
Herald on some question of the day. 1t
was printed next morning in all the glory
| of large type and signed Thomas Carlyle
| 1t was the proudest day of my life, but
alas! it was destined to be overloaded
| Toward afternoon | entered a coffee shop
and saw in the compartment next TO me,
| his head buried in the paper, a human
figure.
1.-The paper was The Herald open at the
| page containing my letter. sat blushing
with all the pride of fresh blown author
| ship. Presently the face looked up and
| saw TO my surprise my old schoolfellow,
/ Sandie Macpherson. Our eyes met, but
/ his stony orbs gave no sign of recognition.
| Then he turned 10 the paper again and
smiled Yes he was reading my letter 1t
might astonish the public, but it could not
/ impose upon him. There were Latin and
| Greek quotations in it and fragments of
moral philosophy; how ashamed | felt of
them as | saw them come under his baleful
eyel He smiled again, placed down the
paper, paid his reckoning and walked out
of the shop without word. | went home
a miserable man. | might put on grand
airs before the public, but one man knew
my measure, Sandie Macpherson.
1T was no use arguing with myself that
the man was an idiot; that although he
was glib at up-taking what was taught
/ him, he had neither talent nor originality.
The memory Of those early days haunted
me like a shadow.
81 am not going to weary you-and my
| self-with history Of my literary strug
| giles till | conquered the booktaster, the
magazine editor and the publisher, and
| became a recognized producer of the popu-
lar literary article Years passed away.
/ In the course Of years | emigrated to Lon
don on the invitation Of John Mill, the
| philosopher Then | published my first
/ book, and as / have told you, it was a fail
ure | retrieved myself by my second,
which was about half as good and not near
/ so earnest as the first. | still had Glasgow
| and Sandie Macpherson in my mind when
/ | failed or succeeded but in course Of time
| the impression grew DINNER and DINNER
/ 1t was one fine day that John Mill, return
/ ing from the north, where he had been
| lecturing, said to me:
"'By the way, Carlyle, l met an old
| schoolfellOw of yours in Glasgow
"'Aye, indeedY | said, feeling the blood
mount to my face
"A man named Macpherson, a small
/ tradesman and a member Of the local club
/ which took me down. A prosy fellow and
| very sarcastic. He amused me very much
/ with his dry "reminiscences Of your school
/ days and seemed greatly astonished that
/ you had made any mark in the world
Il forced a laugh, but l felt hot and cold
/ all over.
"'Do you remember himp proceeded
] Mill He remembers you wonderfully
I 80 am not sure | returned with care
] lessness. 4 believe there was a lad Of that
name in the class with me, but I've almost
forgotten him. LISTS long time ago ,
"Hyocrite that | vast Did John Mill
know that was lying? He looked at me
for some moments with an amused smile,
as if he were calling up some queer remin-
iscence; and II could have Drained him.
Some little time after that John and / fell
out. He wrote a criticism of Buckles
| History Of Civilization | handled the
same book next quarter and turned Mills
arguments inside out in no very compli-
mentary fashion. Mill was sensitive man,
and awhile after that he cut me dead in the
were never the same as before. Till the
day Of his death never gave him any ex-
PLANTATION. cared no more for Buckle OF
his arguments than for that fly on the
WALL Buckle indeed-the poor, silly, over
crammed Cockney gowk The real cause
Of my attack on John Mill was anger and
irritation. Sande Macpherson, again, was
at the bottom of it ALI
"A year or so after this went down to
Glasgow on business. By that time had
made a name for myself and my visit
caused a stir in the city. Istaid with the
lord prevost-a silly man, with a singer
ing taste for philosophy. After few days
| grew very weary Of being lionized, for
nearly every day there was "A grand dinner,
and ! was bored to death with the admira-
tion of daft folk of both sexes One fore
noon as | was wandering about the streets
looking at the old houses and calling to
mind the places | hal known when a lad,
passed down the Gallowsgate and saw
the name Of Alexander Macpherson over
a small grocers shop. Now, / was in a
sympathetic mood that day; the contem-
plation Of old scenes and the thought of
the kindness Of my countrymen had
touched my heart, and it melted suddenly
at the name Of my old schoolfellow. Could
1t possibly be the sameY Before | knew
what was doing had entered the shop.
YES, was right. There, standing be
hind the counter, was Sandie himself
older, grimmer. but neat and clean as
usual. As entered he was measuring out
pound Of sugar for a barefooted servant
lassie in petticoat and short gown.
Mr.. Macpherson said when he had
done
He looked up and our eyes met. saw
in moment that he recognized me, but
his face remained grim as granite and his
eye was cold as ice.
: That's my name he replied.
81 smiled and prepared to hold out my
+ hand
81 think we were schoolmates together
My name is Carlyle-Thomas Carlyle. Dc
you mind meY
"He looked at me from head to foot. Hi
eye rested on my old cloak, my broaC
- brimmed hat, and he nodded darkly;