Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-07-24

Va, was graduated with mo. He was
class poet, T. yard marshal. We had
been four years together at st. Paups
previous to entering Harvard. No
girl and lover were fonder> than we Of
each other.
My people had money and to spare,
and with it a hard-headed, northern
horse sense. The Brownleys were
poor as church mice, but they had the
brilliant, virile blood of the old
southern oligarchy and the romantic,
"salaam-to-no-one' Dixie-land pride OF
before-the-war days, when southern
prodigality and hospitality were found
wherever women were fair and mems
mirrors in the bottom Of their julep-
glasses.
Bob's father, one of the big, white
pillars of southern aristocracy, had
gone through congress and the senate
of his country to the tune of Spend
and Not Spare which left his widow
and three~ younger daughters and a
small son dependent upon Bob, his
eldest.
Many warm summer afternoon,
as Bob and l padded down the
Charles, and often on a cold, crispy
night as we sat in my shooting-box on
the Cape Cod shore, had we ratched
up for our future. was to have the
inside run of the great banking bust
nses of Randolph & Randolph, and
Bob was eventually to represent my
fathers firm on the floor of the stock
exchange. I'D die in an Office" Bob
used to say, "and the floor of the
stock exchange is just the chimney
place to roast my hoe-cake in" So
when our college days were over my
able old father stood us up against the
wall in his Office, and tried us by his
tests, and proud We both were when
dad said: Jim, you and Bob have
chosen we'll. You, Jim, are just the
chap to step into my shoes, and Bob is
cut to thirty-second and sixty-fourth
for the floor" Proud we were, not
so much because of what my fathers
decision meant for our future, for
we knew we should get into the bust
ness all right, but because our judg-
ment was Endorsed by one we both
thought as near infallible as man
could be in anything pertaining to
business affairs
Bob was then % and I a year old
er-I one of your raw-boned New Eng
land lads, not much for prettiness,
but willing to weigh in race-day with
any of them for steadiness and stay
ing qualities; Bob as handsome as
they made them, six feet tall in his
gym sandals straight as an arrow, with
the form of an Indian, and one Of
those clean, brave, all-for-heart-noth.
ing-for-policy,. smiling faces to which
men yield willing friendliness, and
women, idolatry., Bob's eyes were as
big and round and purple brown as an
English bulldogs, unfathomable, at
once mild and stern, with a childish
come-and-go perplexity; his nose as
straight as though chiseled by a mas
ter for Greek medallion, with thin
curved lips to correspond, and a high,
broad forehead, whose whiteness was
set off by luXuriance of hair that
seemed jet-black, but was of the same
rare purple-brown as his eyes. But
it was the poise of Bob's head that
gave his good looks their crown. Who
ever has seen bunch of two-year-old
colts in a long-grass Kentucky pad
dock. when the darby boy let's loose
his shrill whistle at "taking-up time,"
up it's head and kept It poised to
make sure it had caught the call.
Grace, strngth and embarrassed way
ward leadership are there personified.
Some such suggestion was ever in the
carriage of Bob's shapely head and
vigorous figure, and dull indeed would
be the man or woman who failed to
recognize the mans rare distinction
and masterfulness.>
Indeed, as I said a bit back, Bob
BROMLEY was by all odds one of the
handsomest men l have ever seen
but besides that, he was a sterling
manly, unaffected fellow, as true as
steel, as brave as a lion and the
best comrade friend ever had.
Perhaps it was because his fathers
| death had saddled Bob's youth with
the heavy responsibilities of husband
ing and directing his family's slim
finances that he took to business as 6
swallow to the air. We entered thu
office of Randolph & Randolph on The
same day, and on it's anniversary, :
year later, my father summoned u,
into his Office for sort of tally-ul
talk. Neither of us quite knew wha
was coming, and we thrilled will
pleasure when he said:
Jim, you and Bob have fairly out
done my expectations. have had m.
eye on both of you and l want yo1
to know that the kind of industry an
business intelligence you have show
here would have won you recognition
in any banking house on the street
l want you both in the firm-Jim t
learn his way round so he can ste
into my shoes; you, Bob, to take on
of the firms seats on the stock e1
change"
Bob's face went red and then pal
u with happiness as he reached for m
fathers hand.
I'm very grateful to you, sir, ia
more so than words can say, but
want to talk this proposition of your
over with Jim here first. He know
me better than anyone else in tn
world, and I've some ideas I'd like t
thrash out with him."
Speak up here, Bob" said m
! father.