The morning call., 1892-09-03

only held in place with a board about
twelve inches wide.
The bed clothes seemed scrupulously clean.
although 1t is mysterious how he could keep
them so.
No cooking utensils were visible nor was
there any signs OF fire.
The table was rudely constructed of rough
plapks and a bookshelf was made at tile
farther end by driving two sticks in the wall
of sand and laying board across them.
His family. he said. was one of the oldest
in the world, and his pedigree was unbrok-
en- for over 2C00 years. He would not saw
where they came from originally, but from
his appearance it was very likely Syria.
He Is certainly man of education and
means. because although his habitation was
In a lonely place there was nothing that sug-
gested poverty.
lie said he very seldom eats hot food, his
diet nearly always consists OF crackers and
water and some dried or canned fruit
His idea in living as he does is to be free
from interruption. He says thought does
not end as som as it comes, but its meaning
must be studied out-a task which often re-
qulres days.
He refused to state what the thoughts
were that lie was trying to study out, but
seemed to think that he knew great deal
about many things that we're mysterious to
other people.
He said the finest thoughts came to him
at night when hestood alone under the
silent stars and looked up into the bound
less blue vault of heaven:
When asked why he did not build himself
q coed house to live in, he said that his
present abode was all that he required. 1t
was all that was needed TO make him phYsi-.
caliy comfortable.
Iii the laws of nature requisite to that
end lie had MADE use OF, and besides he did
not need more of a home than he had.
'rhe world is my home" he said.
There WAS no telling, he, remarked what
part of it lie wenld have to occupy at any
lime.
A house was only temporary at the best,
bnt nature, the earth, the sky and the ocean
would last forever. His thoughts seemed
TO be of the most lofty kind and at times he
would seem to forget that he had a visitor
and 90 on speaking of things which seemed
to be associated with infinite space.
There was a veil of romance thrown over
the whole interior by three pictures of a
young woman.
ALL were alike except In method of art
Two Of them were od-fa shioned tintypes,
and one was painting of some kind. They
were pictures that had been made abou t
fifty years ago, and represented beautiful
young woman IN the prime of life.
But who was she2 That's mystery.
The pictures were admired by the re-
porter but no Information was forthcoming
as to who the young lady was or What be-
came of her after her pictures were taken.
Fl0urnoy looked at the picture in most
tender manner. and Ii was very evident that
the person was dear to him at one time
At this stage OF the conversation he
seemed as if Ire thought be had been talk
ing too much and suddenly stopped, aud
simply answered questions with a nod or
shake OF the head. -. =. =.
Henry FlournOy is a most mysterious be-
ing, who evidently thinks the world is. not
the place for him, and finds the wild wastes
of nature more to his taste.
As no more information was tobe gained
from bin the reporter left the house and
went to the beach over the sand hills and
then back to the city. leaving the hermit in
his solitude.