Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1908-09-16
One Kind of Freedom.

One Kind Of Freedom.
How light and relieved we seem
when liberated from an obses,sion or
from one of the many forms ofsslavery
that bind us! We feel as must have
felt the Ancient Mariner when the al
batross fell from his neck and sank
into the sea.
was a slave. but l anna slave no
longer. l have recovered from New
Yorkitis. I tested myself last week.
went back to the old haunts. but they
had no charm. The breach Of the
open country had done it's work. land
the cure was complete. How hot mnd
stuffy the place seemed,after the river
and mountains! How musty was the
subway, how dirty the streetsv
A friend as lure took me Etoslunch
at the Columbia Yacht club. This is
below Riverside drive. on the water
front. The surroundings, the lights
blossoming on the Jersey shore land in
the tall buildings downtown, the YES
sells darting about the river, the Pail
sades opposite, all combined to produce
delightful effect, but it did not equal
the view of the same river in the
highlands or through the gateway
into the low country as l had seen it.
every night from my own little plat
form. Against the Palisades l put
Storm King and Grow Nest, against
the darling yachts and pleasure boats
the river steamers plying at ,all hours,
against the lights of New York and
Jersey, Gods lights in the Sskies. and
against the stuffy city air, present even
on the water front, the breath of field,
forest and hill in the up country.
But there was one part Of the city
still appealed to me. 1t was the .peo-
pie. Every street furnished its study
Of human nature. There was every
type from the criminal out of the
slums to the teacher and minister.
from the denizen Of the Tenderloin to
the dame of Fifth avenue. from the
counter jumper and the ballroom boys
to the millionaire. OF course there are
few Of the wealthy in New York in
summer, but l have seen them in other
crowds For example, remember a
gala night in the old townlwhen Broad
way was swirl of faces from Forty
| second street south. People had
thrown aside the masks of convention
atty and thus offered the better oppor-
tunity to the student Every one was
trying to delude himself into the be-
lief that he was having the,time of his
life. and some succeeded. Had it not
been for the consciousness that each
ones feet weighed, several tons more
than they should have weighed the
success might have beentgreater.
There were all sorts of faces, from
the hard. calculating visage of the bust
ness man to the,supplicating and faded
features Of the woman grinding out a
dismal tune onlthe street corner. There
were faces as. rosy and sweet as an
Italian dawn and faces the very look OF
which would wreck a freight train
There We're. faces as weak as a Watery
moonbeam and faces strong enough tc
defy fate itself. There were tired
chalky and lifeless faces, and faces sc
full OF vitality and perspiration that
they resembaed nothing so much as
the rising sun. ON smoky morning
There were foxy faces, goosey faces
leonine faces and horse faces. There
were faces so full of the brute that
they had "a .swinish cast and faces sc
spiritual ftllat an inner heaven seemed
to SHINE through them. There were
short and pudgy faces, and faces Ions
enough, to eat oats out of churn
| There Lwere irritable faces and serene
faces There were faces SO timid anG