The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-03-30
EVOLUTION OF LOcE
Attorneys Harris Drops His
Over-Soul and Goes for Stuff.
THE SAGE OF DAVE STREET
FLOUTED FOR YEARS. AT LAST
COMES TO HIS OWN.
HE HAS SEVEN ATTORNEYsHlPs
His New Suit of Clothes. A Chang I'd
Man and the Places that Once
Knew Him Shall Know
Him no More.
Him no More.

Knew Him Shall Know
Him no More.
Spring will never again seem quite the
same to the good people Of Raleigh since
Loge Harris got his new suit
For no sooner has each spring begun to
don her garments Of bloom than LOge has
begun to doff his Davie street office coat
From the corner of Davie and Fayette-
vile streets Loge-statesman, jurist and
pugilist that he is-has been accustomed
to review John Nichols and others as
they would pass his stand on their march
to and from dinner. He would stand
there bare of head and big Of vest, with
the gOoseberry blue of his eye full Of YER
nal promise. Gooseberries are not quite
an early enough vegetable to make the
above trope in order-but let that go.
Loges's brain is divided into two sec
tions-the beautiful and the good. The
beautiful he exhausted in selecting his
new suit of clothes; the good" he ex-
hausted in selecting his new set Of offices.
He is said to have seven attorneyships
| in his lately procured pie, and eight yards
of cloth in his new recently purchased
pantaloOns.
He will worthily wear his office honors
you bet until there is nothing left to
wear; the pants will share the fate of the
honors. There is no use in trying to d.
vorce the pie from the pants--let no man
put Them asunder!
But perhaps the metaphor employed
above may be too metaphy steal and not
| the most happy for Loge's constituents.
Let his brain be analysed under another
classification. Let it then be divided into
| the flower garden and the barn yard.
One can imagine when he picked out that
suit Of clothes that the lips OF violets
and roses were whispering to him the
proper cuts and caper and shade; and one
can imagine since he's matched out for
| himself that brood Of offices, that the hen
| Of his content gathers them costly each
eve under her wing, and the rooster Of
his ambition crows each morn his def
| ance OF his political il-wishers.
In his noble frontal lies the flower
| garden glmpsed through the conserva-
| tory window Of his great eye for what
| there is in sight; Within the occipital lies
| the barn yard, musical with the happy
/ cackle that comes after happy egg time.
But we cannot get true
view Of Loge through the me-
| dunn Of metaphor; he must be seen
| it only one day, to-wit, last Friday. Ac-
company1ng the new suit goes a white
hat, of the Walter Henry pattern, which
hat shows at least that he has no ambi-
ton nationally as this style Of hat in
presence of Mckinley would doubtless
consign the wearer to Curacao or some
such unworthy place. The hat means
| that Loge intends to stay with us--with
| us who can read the hat in connection
with our concept Of the man, and that
he shall not have the cruel word mis-
understood" meet him at every step.
But about the suit: The coat was meant
for Prince Albert, but it would better
be called a Queen Vic; for it Is as much
bigger than Prince Albert as Mummer
is than Wales; it Ia of a cut of unlimited
jurisdiction, and IL a moral is a thing
by which there hangs a tale, this Queen
Vic is freighted with moral lessons to our
struggling youth. Just why there are
(as is alleged at police headquarters)
eight yards Of cloth to the pants, is per-
haps to allow for the development Incl
dent to seven fat Offices ut one time.
But Avaunt! Take no thought of what
you shall put ON. This phase of the sub.
ject were but mud beside what should be
said during this discussion.
If I,oge has seven fat ears now, they
come after seven lean years; the crop
has been long growing. but the harvest is
| great Two years an original Russell
man for the Senatorship, with pretty
| much all the political sagacity that there
was in his convention, he didn't even ge,
shucks, while the pie went round to men
| who had found in Loge's reasonable ma.
nipulations not only the tonic OF their
/ ITO h,,t ha holy 90 h,,,,
| The Legislature met-not a crumb
Loge, with Harry Roberts and Victor
Dockery in the Davie street Office, cut
mis- eye up Fayetteville toward the Capt..
toi and muttered to himself:
MEMS oaths are straw and faiths are
wafer cakes, &#
And Hold-on is the only dog-my duckr'
He don't often clinch his teeth, but he
did on this occasion.
An old gray rat that has for years In
this office been the steady client of Loge
| came out of a pile Of briefs, and climbing
i affecti0nateIy up the steep grade of his
stomach whispered to him touching
the dead hopes of herself and her mice.
''The best laid plans Of mice and men
| Aft gang aglee."
! Twas from that moment that a new
fire took hold of Loge's soul. 1t kept
burning till it burned hole through
Loge's soul, and he saw clearly. He saw
that his party cuckoos had for years
been using him as q nest in which to
hatch out their plans, not even giving him
an opportunity to lay an egg that had
any real meat in it. 1t was time to call
q halt.
Since then Loge has not been so much
Z part Of Dayie street as he had been for
merly: he was fast Topping off his super
fuous branches OF over-soul, and seeing
10 it that this time he should not be
the under dog.
SO that this tale grows gradually like
IN evolution. Loge even then was but
in the bud state Of rude resolution; for
| hitherto ne had been an Misunderstanding
for others-and contenting himself with
his Dave street practice, only to see the
most generous promptings OF his soul
get body jabs Of the deep Fitzsimmons
dye. But he finally flounced out like a
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