The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-12
THE NONPAREIL MAN

sault on Medary who, knowing Harris
strength, did not care for trouble but
made for the door. People on the street
saw Medary shoot from the Offices outer 3
opening without touching bottom any
where except on the high places, and make
UP the street like scared horse. Hart il
was about five feet behind and full Of
anger. a vast crowd gathered and
stopped the pursuit. Medary gave the
whole affair over column write-up in the
Democrat, setting forth the facts in the
case, and the DEBORAH paper says that for
a man who must have been pretty nearly
scared out Of his boots, his memory Of the
details of the case was remarkable Pos
sbly Medary was not nearly as frightened
as he looked. Whe ma great big bruiser
gets after a little man who hasn't a gun
with him, it's much better to run than to
as he looked. When a great big bruiser
be broken In two. In the words Of the
old song, "better be a coward for half
an hour than dead hero all your life.''
Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox, a most es-
timable lady and one whom we admire
greatly in many ways, has sprung poem
which is cause for regret In the last
stanza Of this poem Mrs. Wilcox sums up
her thought something like this:
am important to the perfect plan,
And I assist the Purpose.
She then discusses this theme and tells
why it is SO, closing the stanza thus:
With us, mankind must journey to the heights,
Let us go forth and set Gods world to rights.
Now if we recall the story of the creation
Of the world as told in the first chapter Of
Genesis, God made everything that was
and saw that 1t was good. If this is the
case, it hardly needs setting to rights"
at this late day. No; no, Ella; let's allow
the Deity to run his own universe without
interference and let him be responsible for
it. 1t is our stunt to see that we get
ourselves in harmony with what is al
ready good and perfect. Walt Whitman
says somewhere, cannot give his exact
words, that '|to him who is perfect the
| universe is perfect; to him that is jagged
and broken, the universe is jagged and
broken"
advice given freely in this column at
all times. No extra charge made to
poets.l
Ray McAulffe had long loved pretty
| Markee Aldrich, daughter of Isaac
| Aldrich of Humboldt avenue, in Detroit.
AS Ray was a handsome young fellow and
dressed in quiet but elegant taste, Papa
Aldrich did not at first object to him.
| But when papa learned that Ray was only
an elevator boy in the Puritan building he
| interfered When Ray called at the
Aldrich cottage after the discovery papa
met him in the parlor and told him his
presence was not desired. Ray told papa
| lIldL lie lHOuSul papa WctS lulStdhSH iol
he was certain that Markee at least de-
sired to see him. Papa resented being
| told what was what in his own cottage
| and started on the stunt known as kick
| ing Ray out. This was an error on the
part of father, for the young fellow OBJ
jected to riding on fathers angry foot and
he turned on him and buckled into papa.
The misunderstanding occurred right in
the parlor in the very presence Of the
family crayons in gilt frames. valu-
able vase was broken, a window was
crashed, the center table and the family
Bible were strewn about the floor. First
! Papa Aldrich would have the upper hand
| and then Ray would be on top. But
cruel policeman CHANGED that way and
gathered Ray in and hived him away in
the police station until morning. Papa
Aldrich was IN court in the morning still
mad to his very center. He spoke 50 elo-
quently on his wrongs that the police
| judge gave Ray the limit-thirty-f
bones. When papa acts it is well to fall
| into his views, temporarily, and talk it
over with the girl somewhere else. It's
| papa's house. "A. J. r.