Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-12-15
AN Adjustable lunatic, "

large here in the streets of the city,"
1t was ON the morning of st. Pat
rick's Day. / had been drifting aim
lessly around the city for hours tossed
about by the restless tide of humanity
that ebbed and flowed in true sea fash
ion at the Washington and Illinois
street crossing. The few friends i
had been fortunate enough to fall in
with prior to the parade l had been
unfortunate enough to lose in the fur
ry and excitement attending that
event; and, brought to a sudden anch-
orage at the Bates house landing.
found myself at the mercy of bound
less throng that held not one familiar
face. 1t was literal jam at that
juncture, and anxious and impatient
as / was to break away, was forced
into bondage which, though not ex-
actly agreeable was at least the source
of an experience that will finger in my
memory fresh and clear when every
other feature of the day shall have
faded.
| had been crowded into a position
on a step of the railway that gave me
lean upon the balustrade and placed
me head and shoulders above the
crowd; and although l comprehended
the helplessness of my position, was,
in a manner, thankful for the oppor
tunity it afforded me to study the I'M
suspecting subjects just below. AS my
hungry eyes went foraging about from
face to face they fell upon the fea-
lures of an individual so singularly
abstracted in appearance and so appa-
rently oblivious to his surroundings
that l mentally congratulated him up
on his enviable disposition.
He was slender man, of thirty
years, perhaps not tall, but something
over medium height; he had dark hair
and eyes, with complexion much too
fair to correspond; was not richly
dressed, but neatly, and in good taste.
Instinctively / wondered who and
what he was; and my speculative
fancy went to work and made a lawyer
of him-then a minister-an artist-a
musician-an actor-and a dancing
master. Suddenly l found my stare
returned with equal fervor, and tried
to look away, but something held me.
He was elbowlng his way to where l
stood, and smiling as he came.
II don't know you" he said, when, af-
ter an almost superhuman effort, hehad
gained my side, to the discontinue of
a brace of NANCY little bootblacks that
occupied the step below. II don't
know you personally, but you look
bored I'm troubled with the same
disease and want company-as the
poet of the Sierras walls, How all
alone a man may be in crowds +! :"
Something in the utterance made me
offer him my hand.
He grasped it warmly. ITS curl
GUS" he said, chow friends are made
and where true fellowship begins. Now
we've known each other all our lives
and never met before. What dye
say?"
l smiled approval at the odd asser-
ton.
but tell me-" he continued, ''what
conclusion you have arrived at in your
study of me; come, now, be frank
what do you make of me?'
Although l found myself considera-
bly, startled, / feigned composrre and
acknowledged that | had been specu-
lating as to who and what he was,
but found myself unable to define a
special character.
Il thought So" he said. mo one
ever reads by characterize one ever
WILL Why, I've had phrenologists
cropping around among my bumps by
the hour to no purpose, and physiogno-
mlsts driving themselves cross-eyed;
but they never found It, and they never
will. The very things OF which l am
capable they invariably place beyond
my capacity; and, with like sageness
the very things / can't do they declare
me to be a master hand at. But l like
to worry them it's fun for me. Why
cid Fowler himself, here the othel
night, thumbed my head as mellow a:
May apple, and never came within
a mile of it! Some characters ar,
readable enough, I'm willing to admit
Your face, for instance, is bulletin
board to me, but you can't read mine
for I'm neither a doctor, lawyer, al
tist actor, musician, nor anything els
you may have in your mind. Yo
might guess your way all through tn
dictionary and then not get it. 1t
simply an impossibility, that's ALL"
laughed uneasily. for althoug
amused at the quaint humor of his lar
guage, a nervous fluttering of the eye
and a spasmodic twitching of the co
ners of his mouth made me think hi
manner merely an affectation. But
was interested, and as his converSatio
seemed to invite the interrogation,
fatty asked him to indulge my cur
osity and tell me what he was.
await till the crowd Trims, and ma
he l will. In the meantime here's