The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-11-02

There are hints Of yesterdays in the
st. exterior of Mr.. AIDE IS
and in the old Dutch and
English silver that glitters on q the
Grand Rapids Bullets and the old ma
hogany cellerets and crystal closets in
cies of tomorrows in the ultra modern
heating and plumbing appliances that
are as new and untried as the manu-
script scenarios and ibrettos that rustic
in the pigeonholes Of the
author s new desk in his new library.
:, From the Philippines, where the
'1Sultan of Sulu'' was begotten Of ex
perience and surroundings, amid which
NJ r.eAde wrote his maiden ibretto to
the music of war and conquest; from
the old quarter and the newer streets
of the gay French capital, where "Peg-
gy from Paris' first flirted her pretty,
fluffy petticoats before his gaze; from
the far east, where "The Shotgun was
born, and from the shores Of Italy
and Of Mesopotamia, Mr.. AIDE has
brought home beauty for his new house.
and brass, and rugs, and there are arms
and war weapons of curious uses from
strange and savage shores; there are
artistic things from old European towns
that show that the hoosier author has a
warm feeling for the expressive and
beautiful in interior decorations.
1t was amid all of the inspiring, new.
home, that Mr.. AIDE s challenge for
dramatic fame. "The College Widow
was written.
"Why don't you get married9' I de-
manded, and it was then that Mr.. AIDE
declared himself welded to art.
"Of course,' he remarked, musingly,
cit has not always been SO. There
I,Il IL. -
certain sweet thing became Mrs. AIDE
life weren't worth living"
A silence, soggy with sentiment, fell
on the landscape. A silence that grew
oppressive until it was broken by the
choo-choo-choo Of the asthmatic little
tugboat that spat soft coal smoke over
the scenery in utter defiance of all sorts
of ordinances. The snorts of the stag.
gering boat reused the author. from his
thru his hair as real playwrights always
do when they are about to say some.
thing important.
8" I came within So Of getting mar.
ried, 8 he said. ut happened this way:
She was the only daughter Of a proud
and wealthy farmer: Have you ever
met the naughty. father who has made
Well, mind you. The beautiful girl and
L were engaged, but the thing never
came to anything
s. $ cost So for marriage license in
Pike county, and I went to work doing
chores for her father to earn the price
1t was necessary to break into the pile
occasionally to treat the fair one in the
manner demanded by her beauty and
popularity at Sunday school picnics
|:circuses, and similar festal occasions.
IT had just celebrated my fourteenth
birthday, and at the same time haC
made a joyous reckoning that my future
father-in-law owed me So, when The
whole romance was nipped in the bud
The farmer offered to give my father :
young pig in offset for my wages, anc
the dicker went thru, despite the bitter
blight it entailed upon two young
hearts, the fair one. was sent away tx
boarding school, and all was over.
Mr.. AIDE, overcome by recollections
ordered another, and / racked my brains
for a sympathetic nj quotation to fit tht
state" was the only poetry / coule
think Of, and that seemed hardly ap
propriate, so I coughed softly, ant
asked with all the tenderness | coult
throw into my voice, what became O.
/ the pigs Mr.. AIDE frightened visibly
| - He waxed fat, and took all the prize
in the shoat class in the county fair,
| he replied. The sweet young thint
married the undertaken and had larg
family of red-headed children, all NOR,
Tor less, afflicted with st. Vitus
ss:And you both lived happily eve
lafter9' I said
lone Of US did, said the play
wright, oracularly.