The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-04-10

La Paloma, but ne can play The Heart
Bowed Down and the Toreador song
from Carmen. | want him 10 learn
the Miserere from Trovatore. It's nice
to sit or the porch after dinner and
listen while you smoke"
Sort OF Court Minstrel said his
father, humping down his napkin
with his hand spread fiat on IL. Don
Eugenio Cannon, with his minstrel
playing TO him in the cleaning; It's
very picturesque. Did you ever think
Of having Court Fool too, or perhaps
you don't feel as II you needed one?"
He arose from his chair before Gene.
somewhat ferocious humor Of his par
ent, had time TO reply.
We'll, so long," said the old man;
be good children and don't get into
mischief, and Rose, see that your
brother doesn't get lost or 30 carried
away by the Poet and the Peasant
that he forgets the dinner hour. Adios.
grille
A half.hour later he walked Gown
the flight OF marble steps that led IN
dignifled sweep from the front cSor to
the street. II was a wonderful day
and for moment he paused, looking
with observing eyes at the prospect
OF hill and bay which seemed TO gilt
ter in the extreme clearness OF the at
mosphere. Like all Californians he
had strong. natural appreciation Of
scenic and climatic beauty. Preoccu.
pied with thoughts and schemes which
were anything but uplifting, he yet
was sensitively responsive to the
splendors OF the view before him, to
the unclouded, pure blue OF the vault
above, to the balmy softness of the air
against his face. Some one had once
asked him why he did not live In
Paris as the ideal home of the man Of
great wealth and small scruples. His
answer had been that he preferred
San Francisco because there were
more fine days in the year there than
anywhere else he knew OF.
Now he paused, shifting the air with
distended nostril and inhaling 1t in
deep, grateful inspirations. His eye
moved slowly over the noble prospect,
noted the deep sapphire tint of the
bay. the horizon, violet dark against
pale sky, and the gem-like blues and
amethysts of the distant hills. He
turned his glance in the other direc-
ton and looked down the gray ex-
panse OF the street. the wide, clear.
stately street, with its air OF clean
spaciousness, sun-bathed. silent. al
most empty in the calm quietude OF
the Sabbath afternoon The busting
of greater cities, with
their dark, sordid crowds. their un-
lovely, vulgar hurry, their distracting
noise, were offensive TO him. The
wonder crossed his mind. as 1t had
done before, how men who could es-
cape from such surroundings chose to
remain in them.
He walked forward slowly, n thick.
set, powerful figure, his frock-coat
buttoned tight about the barrel-lIke
roundness of his torso, soft, black
felt hat pulled well down on his head. f,
His feet were broad and blunt like his
hands, and in their square-toed shoes
he planted them firmly on the pave
ment with a tread of solid, deliberate
His forward progress had
In II of an invincible, resist. |
less march. He was thinking deeply !
as he walked. arranging and planning, |
and there was nothing in his figure, or
or the expression OF his |
face, which suggested the sauntering
aimlessness OF an afternoon stroll.
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