The times-herald. [volume] (Burns, Harney County, Or.) 1896-1929, 1910-04-02
THE REAL GENTLEMAN.

privilege to companion with a
hardy soul all untaught of refine
ment and culture. But he was a
true gentleman, Often in the
cold nights on the prairie, he
would reach over and tuck the
blankets around me. But he
would have used many purple
swear wor Is had | said anything
about his thoughtfulness and
gentleness. Joe was a true gem
tleman. He thought more of a
friend than he did of himself.
And because Joe thought more
of me than he did of himself,
there is nothing under the canopy
of heaven | would not do for Joe.
When the Ute Indians made
their famous pilgrimage in search
of somewhat mythical hunting
ground, gray haired man, wear
ing the two stars of a major gen.
eral in the United States army,
was sent out to confer with the
chiefs of the runaway tribe.
He stopped on his way to the
conference at a little hotel in
South Dakota and ate a humble
meal with cowpunchers, farmers
and the clerks of the village
store. Coming into the office he
met his civilian clerk and together
they left the hotel. The major
general, across whose dress coat
hangs a row of medals for valor
and distinguished service, opened
the door and stepped back that
his Eclerk might pass out first.
The major generals name was
Greeley, he of Arctic fame. And
then knew why those medals
graced the breast of his dress
coat. He was a gentleman.
With pride l recall how | once
walked down the street with a
great poet. l was abashed in
his presence, deeming him al
most a companion of the gods.
And vaguely wondered why his
songs stirred me and gripped my
heart. A few steps ahead of US
a child slipped and fell on the
icy sidewalk. Riley rushed to
the little ones side and picked
her up and brushed the snow
from her skirt, the while he an
xiously inquired, "Girlie. did it
hurt you?" Then | knew why |
loved Riley's songs. They came
from the heart of a gentleman.
And there was the lad we lift
ed from the saddle, gray-faced
and with just enough strength
left to tell us that the wife of a
neighbor was sick. He did not
even know the neighbor's name.
All he knew was that there was
a sick woman and the doctor an
hundred miles away. He asked
no questions, he did not bubble,
he simply rode to the end of the
trail and delivered his message.
He was a gentleman.
Thus it would seem that the
true gentleman is he who is the
the most thoughtful as to the
comfort and we'll being of others.
Loyalty and gentleness and mod
esty and the quiet voice and the
kindly way.
Watch the little things and you
will find the right trail to mans
character. | always supposed
Doc Middleton to be one of the
hardest propositions the old west
ever produced. Docs specially
was holding up stages and settl-
ing personal differences with a
Colts forty-five. Doc has a pair
of somber, deep-set eyes and a
nose like the beak of a hawk.
He walks slowly as a man who
has often looked into the shining
eyes of danger. But one day Doc
picked up a stray kitten and loved
and fondled the bedraggled
thing. Although Doc has re-
cord that reads like a red casual
ty, | would fain proclaim him a
gentleman. Any man who will
pick up lost kitten and fondle
it cannot be all bad. Robert V
Carr in Inland Herald.
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