The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1893-07-20
THE OLD LIBERTY aEl 4
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the nncultured @ tho foreigner, 1t i
IN object Of interest nd curiosity. II
that bell had rung for free italy
when the lilies of Florence and the
white cross of Savoy were dipped in
blood IL the old Garibaldi days It would
have been worshiped in the land Of
Virgil o-day. But Americans are more
cold blooded snd practical; yet Ameri-
can patriotism sometimes finds its vent
here even in tears ....
Here Is . story one Of the stalwart
Philadelphia reserve policemen told re-
Gently, but one Of the hundreds of
episodes that arc constantly falling un-
der their attention. The old bell, in its
yellow frame Of beams, stands Just in-
side the entrance in the wide vestibule
OF the Pennsylvania building.
"One day, . couple of weeks ago"
began the reserve, ''my attention was
attracted TO an old gentleman who
stood just outside the door there. He
was q tall. fne-looking, white-haired
man, about sixty-five years of age. He
STOOD for about five minutes with the
people coming and going past him. and
every once in awhile he would wipe his
eyca didn't understand it. At last I
got up to get drink of water, and as I
passed him the old gentleman stopped
me, and, looking into my eyes, said:
Young man, want to tell YOU that
you have had q greater honor conferred
upon You than has been placed on Gro
yer cleveland's shoulders $50 I =:
HOw's that? asked. 80. !.
"'The honor of guarding that old
BELL he went on; that bell is more
to me than anything in these grounds.
I've travelled seventeen hundred miles
to see it, and now I'm gong home con-
tented, and then. he broke right down
and began to cry. He walked out on
the porch, but in about ten minutes he
came back and asked me if he mightn't
just touch the bell. Between you and
me" said the great big policeman, II
would have liked to let him do it, but
told him 1t was against positive orders
to let anyone touch or handle it. Then
he left"
Thousands of stories OF love for that
liberty for which the old bell rang have
been missed right here for want of q
historian. The other afternoon, rhortly
before two o'clock q man with 4 Hanch-
box under his right arm, and leading
little lad of eight by the hand, entered
the building. Behind them came a
tired looking woman, the mother, with
q little girl of six by the hand. They
were what the world would call COM
mon people, in SO far as wealth and So
cial standing went. The father, who
was about thirty-five, wore fifteen
dollar suit of clothes, and the mothers
dress was cheap chintz
The father and son halted at the
bright nickel railing around the bell.
The man looked with sort of silent
awe at the bell for an instant, then he
took off his hat and held it in his hand.
He darted quick, sensitive, inquiring
look around to see that he was not
overheard. and STOPPING, said, loud
enough though to be heard by a gen.
tleman near by: "Take off your hat,
Eddie"
What for, papa?" inquired the lad in
surprise.
''Why, this is the old liberty bel:
was telling you and Helen about last
night, do you rnind?'
The young patriots hat came off and
it remained off till he cast. a last look
backward at the tuneless old relic.
But there is another side to these
patriotic expressions. 1t is the soulful
and abundant ignorance of some Amer
leans. The gratuitous distribution of
one hundred and ten thousand copies
of the history of the bell has been but
as the rays of tallow dip In the ab-
sorbing darkness Of some American ig-
pOrance.
''Oh, my Lord, it's awful to hear some
OF the questions people ask, and the re-
marks they drop when they see the
BELL" continued the reserve officer,
with a world-weary sigh. "Decent ap-
pearing, intelligent-looking people
most of them, too. But the worst are
the people who know it all, or think
they know it all. They are mostly
youngsters.
1.-THE other day an old lady came up
to the railing. There were couple of
young girls with her about seventeen
or eighteen years of age. This old
lady was deeply impressed, and, turn
ing to the girls, said: There, my
'dears, is the bell that rang for the
declaration of in dependence when nv
grandfather, and your great-great
grandfather, was fighting in the revolu-
tionary war;
"'Why, no it isn't, grandmother
said one of the youngsters; that's the
bell that used to hang in the steeple' of
the church that George Washington at
tended
cit isn't anything of the kind spoke
up the other girl; that's the bell that
hung on the state house in Philadel-
phia. When the British entered the
city the bell was taken down and was
hidden in the Delaware river for forty
years. 1t was cracked when they
were tolling it for George Washing.
tons DEATH
''That's only . sample of some
American ignorance" continued the
officer. Most of the people associate
the bell in some way with the declara-
ton of independence, but I'm blessed
it there isn't hundreds of Yahoos who
come here who never seem to have
heard of the declaration"
How about European visitors?"
''Oh, there's thousands of them, but
they seem to be pretty we'll posted,
although some of the English are
awfully stupid when it comes to con-.
Meeting the bell with our breaking
awav from Great Rritain. Thew lxnoxy
that it is . wonderful relic and take
everything else for granted"
So far as the venerable relic is cam
cerned. there is a lack of descripti IN
about it. which would go far With a
certain class of foreigners, and good
many Americans too, in assisting them
to understand its presence here Three
little nlaca eds in Enal;Sh Eao,aal,