New-York tribune., 1918-04-28

gratitude for what he had intended to do.
common dccency impelled the nephew and
ms wife to offer Uncle Peleg home as long
as be should live, for he had no other rela
'lons IN the world and could no longer work
HIS loss of money affected the old man
strangely With it he lost all interest in
hle, apparently, and he found it difficult r.,
keep awake at all, day or night. Formerly
MS sleeping hours were no more than those
OF the average man, although he used them
so differently; but now he would lapse into
MS terrible and devastating slumber a:
meals, or sitting in front of the fire in the
afternoons, or while riding in a strcetcar.
or even while assisting with the housewor,x
which became one Of the old mans humble
duties
And always when he woke he would saw:
Snore? Snore? People think l snore?
Likely you snore YOURSELF JASON" But
Jason and his wife could no longer work at
painting pictures because of the old man,
holse; ana this was serious, for now they
must live by painting pictures and support
him, too
One day as Mrs. Jason and her husband
paced up and down the studio and looked at
the Old man, who had been stricken with
sleep rs ne was wiping the breakfast dishes.
ana stood bending over the sink snoring
out battle piece that would have mace
Wagner envious. an idea came to Jason.
MY DEAR he told his wife, at has lust
occurred to me what Uncle Peleg's snores
really arc. When man sleeps his subcon-
Scious mind IS in control and his ego ranges
PACK through all the past life of the race
IN Uncle Peleg's snores we hear the
lave Man lighting with the Boar, In Uncle
Ie!eg's snores the orchestral expression Of
the evolution of the human being. Each
shore represents a nightmare and each
nightmare IS drama and a dream of some
sttuggie' fearful and fatal and beastly, that
actually occurred away hack in the dim
aawn of time. The wandering ego Of our
uhcle Peleg comes downward from, the days
neiore man was really man, comes down
from pre-Aoamlc times and sings its saga
as It comes. have an idea
Jasons artistic problem was 10 con+ro,
TINS vocal hobo soul OF Uncle Pelees in it's
expression. With cleverly devised Medals
ana levers and keys and stops wrought into
an instrument harnesscd about the paIpitat
lng body of Uncle Peleg, with WEIGHTS and
"lfes so arranged that pressure upon tne
solar pIeXus, the medulla oblonrata and
various other nervous centres could be in
creased. decreased and regulated at will
Jason finally realized his plan. Ne would
tlsing until he could present sound-drama
OF Pleistocene Man spearing Dnosaur.
or tribe OF nondescript arboreai. halr-
s!mlan creatures Staying a mastodon with
hre-hardened sticks thrust into the Great
ure's eyes, and then he hired one of the
small Greenwich Village theatres and made
his public appearance. Hermionc was
there "How prmeval!" said Her
mlone. IT was new art Fame poured IN
upon the Higglesworths. and gold Du.
Just as they had made arrangements to
transfer The Uncle Peleg to one of the
larger Broadway audtoriums, something
happened an overstrained mom-
brane, perhaps. burst who knows
what? Anyway, it was in the cleaning,
and at home, Uncle Peleg would have
wished it to be.
"snore' Snorc. SO you think snore, do
you? Sncre yourself!' werc the old mans
last words And he drifted out into the
unknown the wild blast and vibrant wina
OF one last long moaning snoro that shook
the Island of Manhattan from the Wool
worth building to Grants Tomb.