The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1903-12-31

igowned, large ron-rimmed spectacles
protecting dreamy looking eyes and a
conical head covering of the same SAN
culinary hue as the gown, decorated with
cabalistic symbols.
| At the door Of Mr. TTson's residence
while awaiting response to my ring,
fancied myself about to undertake some
( what delicate mission and would possibly
play an undignified role at the vanishing
point of perspective whose atmosphere,
charged with occult influences, would re-
veal to the man of star gazing proclivi-
ties an unwelcome visitor
For the first time a doubt arose in my
mind as to the propriety of invading
mans home in quest of material for
newspaper article. The opening of the
door, however, put to flight these
thoughts. was ushered into the sitting
room. The appointments of this apart
ment reflected an artistic modern taste.
No Earring discord disturbed the color
scheme of the decorations. Every article
Of furniture. from bookcase to tables and
chairs contributed a refined tout ensem-
| BILE to the well balanced proportions OF
the interior.
The astrolaba, however, was not in evil
dence. Neither could / discover a plants
sphere with its twelve spaces or houses
of heaven, tucked in any corner. Not
even solitary owl perched upon a chair
back. In fact a very twentieth century
air pervaded the room.
Daily papers and current magazines.
scientific and literary, encountered the
reading table. Books in abundance graced
the shelves of the book case. Of astrono-
mical works there were many, some treat
ing of the earliest discoveries in that
realm Of science, and others recording the
latest observations of present day as
tronomers.
My apologies for ntruding. were accept
ed pleasantly by Mr.. Tyson, who then
courteously presented me to his wife.
handsome and graceful young lady, and
his two interesting children, Mary and
Claude. From an inner room I heard the
prattle CT an infant, who l subsequently,
learned, was T. B. Tyson, Jr. All my built
TO order ideas about astronomers. came
tumbling about my ears.
Mr.. Tyson is an erect level-eyed we'll
groomed young man, who. with one
glance, Classics labels AVID indexes YOU.
AS secretary and treasurer of the Tvaoa
& Jones Buggy Company. his days are
given to practical territorial affairs.
But OH nights when the conditions are
favorable for observations he may be
found on his observatory, scanning the
heavens with his telescope and commun
ing with the stars.
Mr.. Tyson modestly disclaims any great
knowledge OF astronomy, but if you are
an interested listener you will leave his
,,yocaoca f,,li1t u-itb no idaa
that what he does not know about it
can be left out of doors all night with
rerfect safety Or, if like the writer,
you have been accorded the privilege of
joining him on the observatory, and while
gazing through the glass firing question
after question at him regarding the size
of the planets you may be viewing. the
speed at which it travels. its atmosphere,
and its moons. the distance from the
earth, the probability of existing animal
and vegetable life upon its surface. and
the hundred and one questions that 2o3
into your head you will be surprised at
the breadth, Of, knowledge revealed by his
RELIES.
You will also begin to think that here
tofore you have lived in utter darkness
concerning the wonderful marvels of
Gcd's handiwork, and exclaim with the
Psalmist: Thou, Lord, dldst found
the earth. and the heavens are the work
Of Thy hands" And if at all skeotical
regarding such matters you will become
convinced that the constant and reguar
motion of the planetary system demon
strates beyond a question the existence Of
q Supreme Being.
J. T. MONTAGUE.
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