The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-11-22


hungry from the inhospitable board.
The hospitality was as cold as the
ices. thought there was no need OF
Ice to freeze them. They talked to me
OF the age of the wine and the fame OF
the vintage. but thought of an older
and purer wine, Of a more glorious vim
tage, which they had not got and could
not buy. The style, the house and
grounds and entertainment pass for
nothing with me. l called on a King,
but he made me- wait in his hail, and
conducted himself like a man incapaci-
tated for hospitality. There was a man
In my neighborhood who was bred In
a hollow tree. His manners were truly
regal. I would have done better had l
called on him. The towns poor seem
to me often to live the most independ-
ent lives of any. Superfluous wealth
can buy superfluities only. Money ie
soul"
Houses Resemble Faces.
Some houses suggest head lines,
Where the Crime was Committed -
Some like human faces suggest sham
and fraud. Others tell tales Of the
cheap skate" the "tightwad" and the
criminal preparation of arrested de-
velopment in children.
There still stands q house in Indiana
on country road. surrounded with
weeds and brambles, it's window panes
broken and its rooms empty. 1t ia the
house of fraud and crime. Its original
owner had made a deed of trust of it
to a. friend and the friend betrayed
him by keeping it. The orator was
murdered by burglars. v This son and
heir afterwards committed suicide
there. There was nae luck about the
house." a plague upon it." No novelist
has used this theme to better purpose
than George Douglas in his House
With the Green Shutters" 1t has all
the glood of Hawthorne and all the
tragic nemesis force of Aeschylus In
his 'Furies."
Very few houses express the charity,
Emerson's at Concord. Mass. If you
have ever seen a mere wood-cut pic
ture of this house you will at once
recognize it the moment you enter the
town. It is plain, painted white with
green shutters. The very soul of the
serene and sane philosopher shines
from 1t. It has the simple beauty of
the sincere and honest Friend Quaker
face of old.
Nothing can surpass the beauty Of
old colonial doorways In old Salem.
Mass. They are portals of peace, gate
ways of home In its highest spiritual
sense.
Homes Are Temples.
IT men lived like men should" said
Ruskin, their homes would be tenn
pies which we should hardly dare to
injure, and in which it would make US
holy to be permitted to live" But
beautiful houses said Bacon, are
built only by poets who build them
with small expense"
I do not believe with the pessimist
that the main travefedJr of1hfe is
long and wearyful. Every blade Of
grass has Its own drop OF dew. Every
condition has It's compensation. I do
not believe that our age is full of dis
content, that the poor are unhappy,
that the ignorant are miserable and
that every man will commit suicide If
you give him a razor or become a
drunkard If you show Linn a bottle.
This is a gastric dream, a bad liver
phantasy.
When Home 10 Heaven.
say this of the fair-to-middlin' peo-
ple:. Wherever mutual love dwells,
wherever little children prattle at
mothers knees, wherever the cradle
is the shrine of the home, wherever
childhood is one long, joyous dream,
wherever the honey-suckle and the IL
lac bloom at the door of purity and
faith, and the mother is the royal
queen of the hearthstone, there is
heaven, though it be in a cabin, and
the world is full of such heavens. But
wherever bitterness destroys and dis