The Washington herald., 1915-10-10
Copyright. lsl5.D

/ and very tall man for his feet
and inches. l think he was FIVE
feet and two inches in height.
But he always seemed the equal,
physically, of any man in whose COM
pany he found himself, as there was
that II his mind of dignity, Of be-
nign haughtiness, of an elegance held
in careful subjection to the feelings Of
those with whom he was in contact,
whicn overcame any physical snort
coming.
He had a great deal of imagination.
Please don't construe this too harsh
ly.
In that airy portion of New York
where the newspapers maintain their
bureaus of misinformation, the Senior
Don one day approached me with
elation in his eyes. We housed our
selves in the first restaurant.
Instantly he began his narration.
\ He said that the city of New York.
with its whirlpoolish excltablllty,
had worn upon his nervous system.
His head was tuyned almost to mad
ness by the noises. He said that in
his country if street-car conductor
behaved like ours, some one would
beat him with sword; but it was
that increasing topic of discussion,
the automobile, that moved him most.
He said that for him to be obliged
to act like a grasshopper and jump
every time a man blew blast on a
tin horn was too much for human en-
durance. During business hours that
was necessary, but after. he yearned
for a peaceful life in the country,
where the shower ceased from shov-
ing and the auto came to naught.
He had had terrible time. Said
he: "Why can it be that he, this
automobile man, shall push me from
before him with j tootleo Is ne the
Horn of Jericho? No. hombre, He is
not, He is merely the horn of too
much plenty-the cornucopla-and !
think why it is that he must rush
through the air at sixty kilometer to
the hour is because he has the top
of the head empty, and must push his
face through the wind very fast to
ventilate the cavity.
Does he care who he klllsI No!
Maybe it is poor woman with the
washing. Maybe it is strong man
with shove and pickle, trying to earn
his dailv bread. Maybe it is anybody.
What is it, 'Honk! Honk! Whoop-
ala and these persons are in heaven!
we shall hope. He makes death
ridiculous, and he makes life more
ridiculous, and most ridiculous of all
he makes himself One might say
this is prejudice. So, perhaps, it is,
but what shall a man live for if not
Tor his prejudice?
And so l leave this city to find for
myself a country home, such as our
friend Paul, in the real-estate busi-
ness. will call a Rondo of Rural
Retreat
Now this is difficult, I think when
thc early settlers came to this coun-
try they made up their minds to be
ss announcement to themselves as was
possible, and they were very smart
men.
Il go by train, by trolley, by rid
ing, and by my own legs to many,
manv farmhouses. and | think to my
self what a rugged man is the early
American farmer, that he has been
able to live in a house like this.
by and by l find one in which the
house is not awful, but the farm it is
something strange.
Most OF this farm is pebbles larger
than a dog-coop-great stones. l had
a wish to keep a COW, some roosters, a
pig. and to plant such flowers and
vegetables as will suit me. This can
not be done amidst such stones. but
there in life you have it!-where the
house is bad the ground is good,
where the house is good the ground
is stones. Well, | think to myself il
is in the house that l shall live, SO