The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-01-20
NUMBER 48.
TIE VOICE FROM OLD EEsruekY.
Kansas City Star.

$50 you came back, after all,
colonelg When | saw You in Par
is two years ago you told me that
Paris was your home. You >aid
that II fit you like an old glove;
thai the bouIevards were made tor
you, and that yon never expected
10 come over 10 this side Of The
pond again. How came you to
change your mlnd2"
II got homeslck.
"Homesick ? Homesick . Well,
that's good. like Il schoolgirl, ehy
What do you think Of that, gentle.
mens The colonel got honesirk.
lie, who hasn't had a home for 30
years-who has been rnaming he
earth ever since Lee surrendered.
Touch The button, colonel. The
drinks are On yon."
"Wi,h pleasure, judge, but par
don me if l fail 10 understand The
cause OF your merriment. As The
doctor saws, j, has been many
wears since have known e home;
but-don'l keep The hoy waiting.
A little bourbon for me. Yes,
many years, gentlemen. many,
many years. But was hOmesick
just he same. And | confess that
the incident that sent me back
will probably appear trivial and
absurd TO you. l had made up my
mind to make Paris my home. For
wanderer like me il seemed The
proper haven. | like It's ways. !
like its play-honses. In fact,
like everything about Pari,-ex.
cept lis taste III lhe matter of
drinks. But you don't have TO
drink absinthe unless You care To-,
and ! thought was, at least, salts.
fled to settle down. | felt so thor
oughly established that l began to
think of dong some work, and ac.
tnally did lillle writing. This
went on for year or more and
was fully determined TO say right
there like an old hull Oh the beach,
until the limbers tell apart.
'Ai last some way or other. how.
ever, began to feel a strong feel.
ing OF unrest. l got nervous. /
began TO worry about my liver. l
consulted doctor. He. The idiot,
advised me to quit smoking, and |
advised him to 60 to that place
where people are supposed 10
smoke forever. l decided that l
would return down to Rome and
see the gay old town Of dirty beg.
gals bid farewell to meat. 1t was
just The time for The carnival, 50
10 Rome | went. | didn't enjoy
myself. | mel many people l
knew, bn' none for whom cared.
us hard for man 10 make merry
all alone. | wondered who in the
carnival | had ever seen before. |
had personal grievance against
everyone who was enjoyin. him.
sell. When someone threw a
handful Of ietti over me | swore.
| made up my mind to stay it out,
however. / had IA good window
on the Corso, near the piazza del
PopoIa, and there was no use
RAINING away. The blue devils
would have followed me. You can
imagine me sitting there all alone,
biting a cigar and lr0wnlng down
upon The gay crowd in the cnrco.
Little girls pointed meuui and
threw confetti at me, and then,
when did not smile said some.
: thing about The evil eye and got
away. The noise made my head
ache. Sumo friends called 10 me
from passing carriages. and al.
most forgot to return their saluta
ton. But, all If \ sudden. my
ears caught-, Whit of an old mel.
ody. At first, grnIlemeu, | was
no, sure. thought The tune was
just running through my mind.
But someone was surely singing.
Above all the noise | could catch
he song and the tinkling Of ban.
jos away down the street. Very
faint, but coming nearer:
Weep 10 mo- my lady, weep no mo- to.
day,
For III sing ono song Of the old Ken.
tuck home,
/ Oh de ole Kentucky home so far away.
doctor. l don't Just know what
, yon would have made oul 0i a
study Of my b,ain when caught
lhose words, bul d. know hat il
darttd electricity through every
nerve in my body. The singers
were coming my way-itur good
strong American boys. Woodiord
. county boys. Ill bet. They were
in an open carriage and were
| blackened up 10 look like darkies
. When they get under my window
| jumped up and gave a rebel vel
4 that shook the vatican. They
Looked up, laughed and kept On
. singing. l strained my ears NJ
/. they went down the corso, ant
2 when cangh, the last echo, hang
!, it, gentlemen, there was a lump ii
1 my throat IA big as your fist.
/, sailed for New York the very mex
). week, and three weeks later | tool
' a drink in Louisville.
swell. here's the boy. Every
d hody standing, please. Here's /,
/ | tnhu Ol,l KaNtuCLv Hama ~