St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1901-11-23
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$50 he is, and my brother Harry.
They left Green Bay yesterday after
noon, and went to MilWaukeeon busi-
ness and will be here tomorrow"
I "I'll bet that is Harry Gray's
daughter; he used toiye in Green
Bay, and that girl has got his features
if | am not mistaken. / am going to
find out any way" And walking up
to the one addressed as Ida Gray, he
said: Excuse me, but I heard you
speak Of your fatherand also mention
Green Bay. Did your father attend
college here some time in the '60s. "
eyes, and mamma also" "And your
father was Harry Gray?" eyes, sir. 2
"And, excuse me again, who was your
mamma before she was married?"
"Carrie ElWe1l," " was the reply. fHere
is my card, Miss Gray. I knew both
your parents, attended school here
with them in '67-8, and this is my first
visit since that time.''
Miss Gray introduced our bachelor
friend to her young associates and re-
marked: II have heard papa speak Of
you, Mr.. Mitchell, quite often. am
sure he would like to see you when he
comes in the morning. II am sorry
that I must go on the early train.
Give him my card and my regards,
and your mother also. E'And so Gray
married Carrie Elwell and this is their
daughter. Nice-looking girl" he
unused.
J. Throwing away his cigar and en-
tering one Of the buildings, he walked
about the halls and looked in some Of
the recitation rooms, with a feeling
almost of sadness. "Wonder /
wouldn't meet some of the old boys
here Presume we would not recog-
nize each other, if I did," He passed
out of the building and through the
grounds to the brow of the hill over
looking the Clover town." and looked
fora long timefor a little brown house,
over whose front gate he was wont to
linger on summer evenings. But the
cottage was gone and a more modern
villa stood in its place.
That afternoon he passed the
church near the college buildings
where the young people seemed to be
gathering Some sort of a concert; !;
guess I'll 60 II" and telling the usher
to give him back seat, he crowded
himself in.the farthest corner. The
church filed rapidly. "What young
faces; seems ssthough I looked older
when fused to come here. This is the
finest singing I ever heard" as a
sWeet-voiced girl bowed her acknowl-
edgments to the generous applause
given her. SsWish she would sing
again; sounds like Anna King, the
last time | heard her from that same
platform.
When the crowd passed out people
wondered who the solid looking busi-
ness man could be who seemed so
much interested in all that was going
on.
After supper he walked about. the
streets Of the quiet little city, meeting
and passing young people, spooney8
couples who paid him no attention.
Gust as it used to be commencement
time, only I hope they won't be as
long coming back here as I have
been"
When he paid his bill the next
morning, he noticed among the late
arrivals, William Chadbourne, Me-
nominee, Mich" 1'DoWn here for
commencement, too" and he thought
of the vacation he had spent with this
old schoolmate up in Michigan, and
remembrance of fishing trip pand the
smell Of the cedar swamps all came
back to him as fresh as though it all
happened yesterday.
Seated in the Pullman opposite him
in the Colorado Special on his way
home next day was business ac-
quaintance from Denver, accom-
panied by his wife and young daugh-
ter. Coming over and shaking hands
with James in his section, he tried to
draw him into conversation. "What
is your idea about N Northern Pacifc?"
he asked. SsNorthern Pacific be
bloWed," was the reply. He did not
say 'Sblowed"- something more en-
phatic. "What do I know about
Northern Pacific? I am just out Of
school," and he turned his gaze out of
the window.
sWho was the man you were talk
ing to opposite, papa" inquired little
Miss Denver. THAT is James Mitch
ell, the millionaire" "What makes
him so cross, papaY "Can't tell,
daughter; perhaps some nice lady has
given him the mitten.o 1Is he an old