Evening journal., 1897-08-31
WANTS 10 BE A TRAMR.
when wnrm weather Comes Be En
xfss The Nnrnbond


Vies the Nnrubond.
"This is the kind Of weather that
makes me wish / were a vagabond in
practice as well as in spirit" was the
surprising confession made by styl-
ishly-dressed guest at the Planters.
He was lolling lazily in fat up
holstered chair and gazing indolently
out the window.
'What a glorious time the tramp is
having to-day. We heap contumely |
upon the tramp, and sometimes set the |
dog on him, but that doesn't bother
the tramp nearly as much rs the worry |
over getting a new spring suit bothers
the average man not a tramp. The
vagabond who is roaming over the
green-carpeted earth to-day not know
ing, and caring less, where he is going
to sleep tonight, or how he win break
fast tomorrow, is happier than / am,
and have a comfortable bank account
and no hard physical or mental work
TO do. lie is responsibility free, and is
not hampered and hedged In by pride.
Ambition does not thrill him. and as
piration does not loindle in him fire
that eats out his heart. In a word,
none OF the conventionalties which
fence in our horizon and confne our
conduct within the limits prescribed
by that intangible, but tyrannical,
something called society chafes his
spirit or arrests his natural bent. lie
follows His inclination, and views the
world from standpoint without the
pale OF the hampering social structure
and with a equanimity unknown to the
individual whose neck is bowed under
the CALLING yoke of obligation and re-
sponsibility The line of least resist
ance is the path for him, and conse-
quently there is no strife or combat In
his life Desire TO him means posses
sion. and appetite is only the forerun-
ner of a feast that all the wealth Of the
world expended on a single meal could
not buy for the rich dyspeptic.
"Oh, the dr-udgery and restraint Of
civilization. The philosophy Of the
| vagabond sweeps these away as the ris-
ing sun dissolyes the mists. He does
not move about in n cloud of virtuous
pretense Your genuine yagabond has
neither excuse for failure nor apology
! for living. He lives because he wants "a
live. He lives because he loves life. lie
is not ennuied with it's artificial lux
uries nor enervated by its hothouse at
mosphere. The air to him is fresh and
crisp. The sun warns the cookies o
his heart and drives films from his eyes
Thus he can feel nature and see nature
He drinks deep Of its joys without inn
bibing the dregs Of sorrow. In his
chronology an hour is but minute ant
a week but a day. He contracts th'
season into a month, and eternity int
year. To his counterpart in inertia
at the top of the social heap--th
dawdling idler Of wealth--a minute 4
an hour, day is a week and n year {
: eternity.
Who. then, of some mind and natur
undehled, wouldn't be a trampin sue
weather as this? The scientists, be
, lieve, call the vagabond spirit atavisu
, Whatever IL is, 1 possess IL strongl,
and believe the average man, il h
would be honest with himself woul
I also confess its possession. The gree
( is back in the trees, the birds are ma
ing, the bulbs are bursting, the apple
are blossoming, the flowers are scent
ing the air with their perfumes, th
= cattle are browsing through new pas
= lures. the solitude has left the forest
I and crept into the cities, the star
! blink saucily through the rents in th
/ blue vault at highland here al
+. tied and fettered, while the vagabon
1 is Illustrating in life that is full an
n rich.-St Louis Republic.