Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-06-18

forth soiled card, and handed it to me.
! Upon 1t was written, in plain but I'M
steadily formed characters, the name
"Michob Alder"
said. "As one of our older citizens,
| you must view with pride the recent
growth and enterprise of Montopolis.
Among other improvements. think /
! can promise that the town Will now be
provided with live, enterprising news
paper"
do We know the name on that card p
asked Ty caller, interrupting me.
at is not familiar one to me-"
said.
Again he visited the depths of his
ancient vestments. This time he brought
I out torn leaf of some book or journal,
brown and flimsy with age. The heading
of the page was the Turkish Spy in old
style type; the printing upon It was
this:
There is a man come to Paris In this
year 1913 who pretends to have lived
these sixteen. hundred years. He says
of himself that he was shoemaker IN
Jerusalem at the time of the Crucflx1on
that his name is Michob Alder; and that
when Jesus the Christian Messias, was
condemned by Pontius PLATE, the Roman
president, he paused to rest while bearing
his cross to the place of crucltixlon pc
fore the door Of Michob Alder. The shoe
maker kIFuCk Jesus Win MS AASb 2tS
ing: Go: why Earliest thou? The
Messias answered him; indeed am
| going: but thou shalt tarry until |
GOMEZ; thereby condemning him to live
until the day of judgment. lie lives
forever. but at the end Of every hun
dred Years he falls into a fit or trance,
on recovering from which he fnds MIN
self in the same state Of youth In Whlch
he was when Jesus suffered, being then
about thirty years of age
Such is the story of the wandering
Jew, as told by Micho6 Aders VINO re-
iates-" Here the printing ended
7 nust have muttered aloud something
+o myself about the wandering Jew, Tor
the old man spake up, bitterly ana
loudly:
",Tis lie" said he, like nine
tenths of what We call history. lis a
Gentle / am, and no Jew am aiter
footing it out OF jerusalem, my son; put
If tha1 makes me a Jew, then evsry
thing that comes out Of bottle Is
babies milk Ye have my name on the
card ye hold; and ye have read the plt
of peper they call the Turkish spy tnat
printed the news when l stepped INTO
their office on the 18th Jay of June, in
the year 1913. just as have called upon
ye today"
laid down my pencil and pad. Clearly
il would not do. Here was an item
for the local column Of the Bugle that
but il would not do Still, fragments OF
the impossible personal began to fit
through my conventionalized brain.
Uncle MiChob is as spry on his legs as
a Young chap Of only n thousand or so.
"Our venerable caller relates with pride
that George Wash-no, PtOlemy the
Great--once handled him on his knee at
his fathers house" Uncle MichOb says
that our wet spring was nothing in com
parslon with the dampness that ruined
the crops around Mount Ararat when he
was a boy" But no, not would not
do.
was trying to think of some CONVEX
sationaI subject with which 10 interest
walking matches and the Pliocene age,
when the old man sudd emily began to
weep poignantly and distressfully.
Cheer up, Mr.. Alder" l said a little
awkwardly; this matter may blow over
in few hundred years more. There has
already been a decided reaction in favor
Of Judas Iscariot and Colonel Burr and
the celebrated violinist, Signor Nero This
Is the age OF whitewash You must not
allow yourself to become down hearted. -
Unknowingly, 1 had struck a chord.
The old han bunked belIigerently
through his senile tears.
" It's time. he said, that the liars
be doin' justice to somebody. Yer his
torians are no more than a pack Of old
women gabbln' at wake. A finer man
AhAn AAtN tAAkNibE NSEO HAFtE wore kAN-
dals. Man I was at the burnin' of
Rome. knowed the Emperor well. for
In them days | was well known char
acter In thin days they had rayspect
for man that lived forever
BAT twas of the Emperor Nero l was
goin TO tell We. ! struck into Rome, mp
the Appain Way. on the night Of July
the 10th, the year g. had Just stepped
down by way OF Siberia and Afghanis-
tan; and one foot Of me had frost bite
and the other a blister burned bv the
sand of the desert; and I was feelin' a
bit blue from dom patrol duty from the
North Pole down to the Last Chance
corner in Pata gonia. and bein' mlscalled
a Jew in the bargain. We'll, I'm tellin
We l was passin' the Circus Maximus,
and 1t was dark as pitch over the way.
aud then / heard somebody sing out, Is
that you, Michob?
"Oyer ag'inst the we'll. hid out amongst
pile of barrels and old drygoods boxes.
was the Emperor Nero wild his togy
wrapped around his toes, smokln' long
Have one. Michob?' says he.
">'None Of the weeds for me-, says L
'nayther pipe nor segar. What's the
use, says I, of smokin' when we've not
got the ghost OF a chance OF KILN yer
self by dom III
True for We, Michob Alder. my per
petual Jew says the Emperor; we're
not always wandering. Sure. It's danger
gives the spice Of our pleasures-next to
their bein' forbidden.
land for what. says l. do We smoke
be night in dark places widout even
cinturian in plain clothes TO attend YEP
"'ETave We ever heard, Michob,' says
the Imperor, of predestinarlanismf
I've had the cousin of It. says I.
I've been on the trot with pedestrian
ism for many a year, and more to come,
as We we'll know
1.-the longer word says me friend
Nero. is the tachln' df this new sect Of
people they call the Christians. IT'S
them that's Irresponsible for me smokin'
he night In holes and corners of the
dark
and then l sets down and takes off
a shoe and rubs me foot that is frosted,