The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-09-24

1 sanctum OF a skilled collector Of objects
darts. and your hosts deep blue eyes
light up with "A radiant CLEAN as he low
ingly fondles his priceless oriental pot.
terry. The wall Is decked with the skin
OF a magnificent tiger-the Horsfords
have always been mighty hunters, and
Mr.. Horsford himself can handle a rifle
as deftly as he can turn a sonnet. on
the cushions Of n luxurious sofa there
reposes n splendid Persian cat, evident.
ly the companion. friend and pampercd
/ pet of it's gifted master. over the man
telpiece hangs the portrait Of a beautiful
girl, and Il Is easy TO see that this OK
Quisite, artistic gem Is not the least OF
Mr.. Horsford's treasures. Space forbids
us to catalogue the thousand and one de-
lightful objects which adorn this choice
retreat. The tout ensemble IL fragrant
OF lettered ease and wide culture, Nor is
the genius loci one whit out OF harmony
with the surroundings which his match
less taste and untiring diligence I'm the
search for curios a gathered together
from the four corners of the earth. Mr..
Horsford's slight figure tells. indeed, OF a
delicate physique and OF the sensitive,
cver-nervous temperament always assoc
ciated with supreme poetic gifts. Eut
the brain of the man imparts boundless
energy to its frail tenement; the soul
looks out alert, passionate. indomitable
through the large eyes. now strangely
I Keen, now 80 lEcHuDlN ~ MItlltllc. say
ings full OF penetration, hints of over
flowing sympathy with all the sorrows
and troubles which affiict the world. mir
gle and alternate with the most brilliant
flashes OF wit or the rapicr-thrusts of
the most refined and courteous badinage.
Mr.. Horsford's. indeed. is a personality
which must be encountered to be appre-
ciated: for although he may be studied
to some degree in his own priceless
poems, yet the man himself seems some
thing above and beyond even the finest
OF his work, a presence, an influence
In n word-a soul, such as II is refreshing
and Inspiring to meet amid the grays and
drabs OF this prosaic age. Never shall
we forget the precious hours which Mr..
Horsford so kindly spared to us. and we
trust that we have not altogether failed
to communicate TO our readers something
OF what we were privileged to enjoy when
MT. Horsford made us welcome to his
home.
This appeared n morning. In the
afternoon / strolled, according 10 m
custom, down to the club. A circle of
men sat around the fire. No sooner
had | entered, which l tried to do in
an transformations manner than | was
greeted in this way:
Excuse my courteous badinage,
Horslord, but how's the frail tene-
ment?"
blue eyes OF color. a bit. eh, old
mani"
Here, come over and be inoffably
sympathetic, I've come an awful howl
er over the Derby"
Il say, Horsford. old man. you
must have made yourself Internally
pleasant to the girl. What did you
really say. now?'
out with It, Hors? None of your
sly rapier thrusts. y know"
Take care, Fred. he's passionate
and in~domitable."
Who's the party over the mantel
piece? Oh. you old theft
"Waiter-bring a cat for MIR. E.rrs.
ford. He needs a companion and
friend"
And then from all of them, n loud
chorus, a subdued chant;
"A presence. an iniuence-in c word
IA soul"
And so the matter stands. sup
pose nothing can be done.