The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-02-08

In his heart of hearts he loves his country
and runs away from 1t. despises Europe
and can live nowhere else
His face shows neither traces of happy
youth passed in opulence, nor are there in
dications of approaching old age. Subdued
Is the brightness OF his eyes and the droop-
ing corners OF his MOUTH saw too many
OF them on the other side OF the water
trenible nervously under the pressure OF
Unborn sentiment inherited from a long
line Of German ancestors) combating with
ong-headedness. iron will. business alert
ness and boundless ambition.
''You are a cosmopolitan" he said, when
we walking in the gardens of his
princely estate, its wrong, but, unlike
myself, you are not too old 10 mend mat
tiers.
las you know, / have led the life Of a
cosmopolitan for years-there is nothing in
It, assure you. We have no right TO spend
abroad revenues earned at home.
what 1 am and possess-everything-h
been paid for and is paid for with checks
drawn against my American accounts. You
know New York-doubtless you have trav-
eled past the sources of my income, long
rows of houses, whole blocks, streets OF
them.
Every time pay out money in England.
France or Germany, or wherever / am, an
inner voice tells me, You are robbing your
countrymen OF profits due them. Why give
foreigners the preference?
1T isn't right. Such a course shows lack
Of appreciation OF the country of our birth.
I suffer under these scruples and every
honest cosmopolitan has the same expert
ence sooner or latter"
IF you feel that way. why don't you re-
turn to the United States" 1 asked rather
rudely.
why? Because my father hit upon the
unhappy idea of sending me abroad when a
boy TO study languages. Two years in Ger
many. two in France. three in England
seven all told. Went home only during
vacation and when one of our relatives
dies. Result? L got a strange liking for
OLD Europe and her ways and a dislike
for many features of American life.
Again, when quite young in years-old
as far as my European experience went
i became a man of independent means and
a long sojourn in Italy made me further
unfit for life in the United States.
what was the first impression you gath
cred on landing in New York;" added my
answer continued, as il reading in my
soul: you saw everybody at work. Yes.
one has to work to live there. America has
no room for the dilletante.
"America"-my host insisted upon doing
all the talking-"America is still young. the
only country with a future because of the
unlimitedness of her resources and because
her people are full OF push and energy.
Here exhaustion faces everything and ev-
erybody; like the mill horse, one has to
go the rounds, no sidestepping permitted,
for every inch of space is before allotted.
in short, Europe has run her course and her
face is turned backwards; she is in her
dotase. and. like old women, glories only
In the past. In things lost or bound to get
lost"
The Expatriated One pointed to the walls
and towers of the palace, hanked by CEN
tury-oId trees.
Such Is Europe" he continued, "anti-
quated. settled strong of foothold, quiet,
serious, sane-qualities / admire. not be-
cause love my country less. but because 1
love myself and comfort more 1 cannot help
tilt Is the result of foolish education Be-
cause was brought up to leisurely pursuits
the wild rush OF American life affronts
me-"
After this self-portrait there is no occa
sion for saying more about my friend OF
the United States. He is in truth British
American possessed of many endearins
qualities of heart, who with true Yankee
enterprise absorbed the refinement. the love
OF the beautiful, the hatred of vulgarities
born in the European of ancient lineage
His palaces are museums. his picture gal
leries rival those of the state itself
81 am original in one thins only" he
sometimes says. Il am the only American
living in Europe who does not squander, his
money
Two days after the picture sale at Lord
Edward Jones's 1 had an appointment with
my friend for in the afternoon: we were
to so to a concert at Lady Is in Gros-
venor square. Her ladyship is Scotch and
we were to meet Austrian statesman
while a Portuguese dancer and a Polish
pianist furnished an entertainment.
I found my friend before a very beauti
full water color labeled "Psyche's Wed
ding" which few days ago was exhibited
at Christie's as the piece de resistance Of
Lord Jones's auction. The papers prophe
sled that there would be lively bidding fol
this much admired work of art.
WELL" / said. placing a hand on my
friends shoulder, so you were caught fol
once. 'Psyche's Wedding must have cost
you a pretty penny
Fine. Is 1t not?" replied the expatriated
one. but do not think that L sacrificed the
principle of economy even for beauty like
this IL Is a present-sent TO me day before
yesterday under peculiar conditions.
IF you like. we will walk to Grosveno,
square, and on the way through the parl
will tell you the history of this gift
'Psyche's Wedding, as you say. does credit
TO the old world, but for American meth
DDS, push and enterprise and a certain
rugged honesty 1t would never have passed
i-to my possession. Even If dislike living
! America. my admiration for American
II mess wsys-certain ways only. to b,
r,-never cease"
TIL AMERICAN THIEF IN MONTE
CARLO.
ats just twelve years ago." he began hi
story. Ion my way from Rome L Ia,
stopped over at Monte Carlo to see som
friends. remaining week or ten days.
Il hate the place. loathe H. despite its en-
chanting environments. The music. tn
magnificent trees. the flowers even. every
thing recalls the disgraceful acts to which
they owe their existence.
FINALLY somebody persuaded me to go 4