St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-04-16

studies in human nature. could study
my man, and then. after chat with
him, draw my conclusion as to the sue
cess of my experiment.
The next afternoon | sauntered into
the Ryan hotel and glanced over the
register. A few names were familiar,
but there was no one worth interview
ing with whom | was personally ac-
Quaiuted. Then l walked down the
corridor and looked at the faces of the
men seated IN the lobby. They were
all commonplace locking persons, and
from the general appearance OF the ag-
gregations there was not man who could
possibly have anything of interest to
which l was employed. Suddenly
started. There. by the window, sat a
man whose intellectually seemed to
bulge out of his head like an overflled
egg. BraIny? He looked wiser than
Daniel Webster ever dared look. and
there was character in every feature,
Surely this would be an intellectual
feast. | would revel in it as botanist
would glory in the discovery OF a new
species of flower or plant. He was APP
parently engaged in deep thought. His
massive head rested OIL his hand, and
his eyes looked into the distance as
though his mind was wandering in the
past or wrestling with some abstruse
problem, and, for a moment, was filled
with feeling of jealousy for his pos
session of such predomlnating intel
lectuality. Then l walked up to him.,
presented a card, and politely explained
that would like TO interview him.
He looked at me for a moment. and
then, without any change in the mus
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ha-ha-ha" very deliberately and COM
pOsedly. i repeated my request for an
interview.a as he seemed to have dropped
once more into deep thought, and at my
words he turned, looked fiXedly at me
for moment, and repeated his
previous remark. Then he repeated it
again, and l walked over to the hotel
office.
WHO is that man over there by the
window so engaged in thoughts" l
asked the clerk.
THAT poor, old duffer with the big
head?" replied the clerk. "Oh, he's got
a weight on the brain, and is here in
charge of friends. The Door devil hasn't
had thought for twenty years" a.
There was strong breeze blowing,
and the loose dust and debris of the
street was flying in the air. A leaf from
some tree in Rice park had become de-
tached from the parent limb, and was
hurting through the air this way and
that. 1t was tossed about by the vary
ing currents of air. and then fell into
pool of water in the gutter.
How like the existence of young
man coming in contact with the world
without the restraining influences Of
home life. He meets with new ac-
quaintances, who endeavor to carry him
with them in the various spheres Of
their lives. First he is with one, then
with another, most all of them ''good
fellows" but not of the kind who will
properly influence him and make of
him the kind of man his mother would
select. Like the leaf, he is blown this
way and that. up, then down, on this
side of the way and then on that, until
ne falls in the gutter of dependency
and regret
1t may be that the leaf will be blown
out of the muddy water and carried
away again. But it is covered with the
soil and slime of the dirty water and is
never the same leaf again. The young
man may break away from the evil in
fluences which surround him, but the
soil and slime of his past surroundings
are difficult to be cleansed from. 1t
makes a man of tho world of him, a
cynic, a nOn-believer in many things
which he should believe in, and he is
none the better for the experience.