The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1911-03-28

A good fine day and rist to We. lad.
Times | wish your mother had larned
to read so I might hear the rest about
the hippopotamus-bu let that be-
Now, what is this fooIishness be
talks of appropriateness? asked DAN
ny of his mother as he passed through
the kitchen. "Haye you been taking
him to the zoo? And for what? p
81 have not said Mrs. McCree. He
sets by the windy all day. Tis little
recreatio, blind man among the poor
gets at ALL I'm thinkin' they wander
In their minds at times. One day he
talks of grease without stoppin' for
the most of an hour. | looks to see
if there's lard burnin' in the fryin'
pan. There is not. He says | do not
understand It's weary days Sundays
and holidays and all for blind man.
Danny. There was no better nor stron-
ger than him when be had his two
eyes 'Tis fine day, son. Injoy
yerself ag'inst the mornin There will
be cold supper at g.
"Have you heard any talk of a hip
popotamus % asked Danny of Mike, the
janitor, as he went out the door down
stairs.
Il have not" said Mike, pulling his
shirt sleeves higher. But it's the only
subject in the animal, natural and lille
gal lists Of outrages that I've not been
complained to about these two days.
nr o11t If
We like Have We appropriateness in
the lease? No, them
ut was the old man who spoke Of
it," said Danny. Likely there's moth
| ing in it.
| Danny walked up the street to the
avenue and then struck northward into
the heart of the district where Easter
modern Easter in new, bright raj
ment-leads the paschal march. Out of
| towering brown churches came the
blithe music of anthems from the
choirs. The broad sidewalks were
moving parterres of living fowers-so
it seemed when your eye looked upon
the Easter girl
Gentlemen frock coated, silk hated,
gardeniaed, sustained the background
of the tradition. Children carried
lilies in their hands The windows of
the brownstone mansions were packed
with the most opulent creations Of
Flora, the sister of the lady of the
| lilies
Around a corner, white gloved, pink
gilled and tightly buttoned, walked
Corrigan, the cop. shield to the curb.
Danny knew him.
"Why, Corrigan," he asked. sis Eas-
ter? | know it comes the first time
you're full after the moon rises on the
18th of March, but why? Is it prop
er and religious ceremony, or does the
governor appoint it out of politics"
"'Tis an annual celebration" said
Corrigan, with the judicial air of the
third deputy police commissioner, pc
cular to New York. 1t extends up to
Harlem. Sometimes they has the re-
serves out at One Hundred and Tween
ty-fifth street In my opinion it's not
political"
Thanks" said Danny. "And, say,
did you ever hear a man complain of
appropriateness? When not specially
in drink, | mean"
Nothing larger than sea turtles
said Corrigon, rejecting, "and there
was wood alcohol in that"
Danny wandered. The double, heavy
incumbency of enjoying simultaneous
Iy Sunday and festival day was
his
The sorrows of the hand toiler I'll
him easily. They are worn so often
that they hang with the picturesque
lines of the best tailor made garments
That is why we'll fed artists Of pencil
and pen find in the griefs of the com
mon people their most striking models
But when the Philistine would dispor
. himself the grimness of Melpomen'
. herself attends upon his capers. There
fore Danny set his jaw hard at Easte
| and took his pleasure sadly.
The family entrance Of Dugan's caf
was feasible, so Danny yielded to tn
vernal season as far as a glass of book
! Seated in a dark. linoleumed. hume
+ back room. his heart and mind still
|
> Of the springtime jubilee.
. Say. Tim," he said to the waiter
I "why do they have Eastern?
, "Skiddooi' said Tim, closing a sc
phisticated eye. "Is that new one
: All right Tony Pastors for you las
night. I guess. I give it up. What
, the answer-two apples or yard an
I a half?''
$ From Dugan's Danny turned bac
a eastward. The April sun seemed t
T stir in him vague feeling that b
could not construe. He made a wron
p diagnosis and decided that it was Kat
y Conlon.
A block from her house on Avenu
e A he met her going to church. The
!. pumped hands on the corner
n Gee. but you look dumpish an
y dressed up.'' said Katy. What
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