New-York tribune., 1903-07-05


plebeian face pictured in three colors. greeted
the public of every city in the United States
every day. Bradford had seen those Autographs
in New-York from the windows Of the cab which
took him from the steamboat pier: he had paced
the depot platform N Philadelphia. and beheld
through a vista Of iron arches street at the
end decorated by the same design; in Carfax,
the actual home of ''NIisteh Murdoch. the pickle
makeh." no doubt but they would be legion.
Now in the smoker he noticed once more. with
an amused flick Of his eyeIids, the wide expanse
Of Murdochs dark green, crimson spotted waist
coat, so wide and so crimson that it reminded
him irresistibly Of the fields Of poppies he had
just left in France Just because Murdoch was
so huge a man the other details Of his appear
ance were noticeable. too. He was tall. and he
was bulky; still he was not paunchy; If the line
from his shoulder to hts hips did not angle
in. at least it was perpendicular. The short
neck promised big head, and there 1t was, big
as Daniel Webster's. Altogether, Murdoch COM
pletely filed the eye Of casual observer, though
Bradford knew well enough that artists
glance would never hesitate on such comforta-
bly, common figure. The man, like his ntho-
graphs. had been done in the primary colors.
I'VE are told" said one of the other mer. who
was staring aiualessly into the darkness. press
ing against the window, that soon as we
have reached a land where the ground is fat
and the people are not, we may know we have
come 10 the Wes-- Is that your opinion, sir?''
The pickle maker laughed. We'll not alto
gether," he said. We've got some hills. and
some fools-even in the West. But I reckon
they've both got New-England ancestry. may
be" He laughed again, joyfully. He had rich
slowness of 81 eech which could not be called
drawl because he clipped off the ends of his
words so sharply.
s'rTna dooryard of +y7e YIrivaySa the other
man, meditatively. still gazing out Of the win
dow. Good name for this section. When
make the transcontinentaI jump, I feel as If
was in the dooryard until pass Omaha"
And -et Omaha is long way from Boston.
too-eh. professor?'
The window gazer turned lazily about. He
was srnoki--g cigarette. He wore dark beard.
cut to a point. and possessed the thin cheeks and
large nose which suggest cynicism.(
so am to be classed professor
Murdoch nodded imperturbabIy. The third
man winkes at Bradford.
"Of what sir? You know there are professors
and -rofessors. now. Am professor of presti-
digitation. of saltation. or OF the genus ton
soriala?"
About that" remarked the pickle maker, eau
tiously, Il wouldn't undertake 10 say. But I'll
bet you that I can tell one kind of a professor
that you're not. and that is
''Weu?"
What the old ladies call a professor Of re-
Iigion."
The man who had wtnked now slapped his leg
He's got you sized. Bates" he declared. He
certainly has you under glass" He knocked the
ashes Of hts cigar TO the carpet and scattered
them neatly with his toe.
Did you say you were bound for California? pc
asked Murdoch The man addressed as Bates
nodded.
How do you like California? ?"
He meditated without apparent enthusiasm
$3.50 I've been there only once When 7
compared It 10 Boston I seemed to find some
and then some disadvantages Did
you ever hear the story of the sinner who was
being urged to reform, after a beautiful purple
life? They gave him the hot hereafter pretty
straight, and when they finished he hesitated;
then he said. Well parson. though heavens
got the climate, after all. you know, heU's got
the company"
I'D hate to tell that story either in Boston or
in California. said the third man
I'D hate to tell it in Boston, anyhow" as
sented Murdoch, recovering from his laughter
But now you let me tell you. conference.-the
leaned forward and tapped the PROFESSIONAL knee
with a ponderous but prepossessing forefnger-
you let me tell you that the State Of California
the State Of the Union-or pretty near. You
take those orange groves and lemon groves and
solid miles and miles Of walnuts. and grapes
counties full Of grapes. 'tangling themselves in
their own rich teudrils' the poet says-and
then do you think you've got it all? You take
their gold mines and their silver mines and
their jewel mines-their mountains Of hernatite
and mountains Of copper. and mountains Of the
Lord knows what that's vaIua ble'-
Mountains Of brass murmured Bates
"Eh? I didn't catch il. Well, then do you
think you've got it alp You take their wheat
like the Dakotas and their barley like Ohio. and
their oats ike Iowa, and then do you think
you've got IL all? You take their fisheries and
their factories, and then do you think you've got
it all? No. sir
When may we expect to get il aH?" politely
inquired ne Of the whiskers.
When you go north" replied the pickle maker,
Unexpectedly. When you go north, up among
the mountains, where the trees grow; where the
trees grow that are unequalled anywhere now
the pines the straightest backed, cleanest
hearted, nonestest trees anywhere on Gods
green earth to-day"
California man, I presume? ?" suggested Bates
But Murdoch shook his head
no. I belong here in Carfax. It's just the
thought Of those pines that sets me of. I be-
leVe q man VINO NouIo CUT one OF I0ose pines
would Kill his mother: l really
do" The pickle makers eyes glowed with
thusiasm.
What q set of potential matricides there must
be in this country, on that showing
You're down on the IUmbermen. hey?''
I We'll, no. I'm not: I'm not at ALL" answered
Murdoch IF we've got to have the timber
why. somebody's got to cut il But I'm glad
don't have To- I'll tell you something Up here
in the North aways I've got house which cost
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