Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-06-18
The DOOR of UNREST
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Continued From Page One,

and the Emperor tells me about 1t. It
seems that since I passed that way be-
Lore, the Emperor had mandamused the
impress wild divorce suit and Misses
Poppaea, CELEBRATED lady, was ingaged,
Wldour references, as housakeeper at the
palace All in one day. says the I'm
peror, she puts up new lace windy cur
talns IN the palace and joins the anti
tooocea society, and within l feels the
need OF a smoke l must be after sneakin'
out 70 these piles of lumber in the dark
| so there in the dark me and the Emperor
| sat, and | told him of me travels And
! when they say. the Emperor was an in
! c1ndiary, they lie. Twas that night the
ire started that burnt the city TITS my
opinion that 1t began from a stump Of
! segar that he threw down among the
boxes. And tbs a lie that be fddled.
He did all he could for six days to stop
it, SIR"
And now I detected a new favor to
Mr.. Michoh- Alder. 1t had not been
myrrh or balm or hyssop that 1 had
OF bad whisky-and, worse still, Of low
comedyN-the sort that small -humoristg
manufacture by clothing the grave and
reverend things of legend and history
! IN the vulgar. topical frippery that
passes Tor a certain kind Of wit Michob
Ader as an imposter claiming nineteen
hundred years, and playing his part with
the decency OF respectable lunacy, I
could endure; but as tedious wag,
cheapening his egregious story with
song book levity, his Importance as an
entertainer, grew less
And then, as if he suspected nv
thoughts, he suddenly shifted his kew.
~ 1ou'u excuse me sir" he whined,
but sometimes l get little mixed in
1t is hard to remember everything"
l knew that he was right. and that
should not try to reconcile him with
c n1man history; SO | asked for news
he had walked familiar.
Above my desk hung an engraving
OF Raphaeis cherubs, You could vet
make out their FORMS though the di1st
blurred their outlines strangely.
I'VE calls them 'cher-rubs,' cackled the
Oh, 0Id IN man. BABES, ye fancy they are, with
wings. And there's one wild legs and a
pow and arrow that ye call Cupid
know where they was found. The great
great great grandfather of thin all was
a billy goat. Bein an editor, sir, do We
happen to know where Solomon's Temple
stood? 2" 0-- -0
l fancied that it was in-in Persia -?
Wen, l did not know.
It's not in history nor in the Bible
w wh II was. But 1 saw it, meself.
me hrst pictures of cher-rubs and Gu
plds was sculptured upon thin walls and
pillars: Two of the biggest, sir, stood IN
me adytum to form the baldachin over
the the ARK: But the wings of thin sculp-
lures was intindid for horns And the
races was the faces of goats Ten thou
sand goats was in and about the temple.
ana your cher, rubs was billy goats in
the days OF King Solomon, but the
painters misconstrued the horns into
wings.
And I knew Tamerlane, the lame
Ilmour, sir, very we'll l saw him at
heghut ana at Zaranj. He was a little
man no longer than yerself, with hair
the color Of n amber pipe stem. They
buried him at Samarkand. 1 was at
the wake. sir. oh. he was a fine built
black whiskers to his face. And l see
EN-, throw turnips at the Emperor Wis
paclan In Africa. All over the world
| have trampled, sir, without the body
manded, / saw Jerusalem destroyed and
Pompeli go up in the fireworks: and
was at the coronation of Charlemagne
ana the lynchin' Of Joan of Arc. And
revolutiohs and plaques and fires.
Twas so. commanded. Ye have heard of
the Wandering Jew. 'Tis all so. eX-
cept that divil a bit am l Jew. But his
tory hes, as | have told We. Are We quite
sure, sir, that ye haven't A drop of
whisky convenient? Ye well know thar
have many mile Of walking before me-
have none, said |. and, if you
per"
pushed my chair back creakingIy.
Ihis ancient landiubber was becoming
as great an afflictiOn as anv cross boyve'i
mariner. He shook a musty effluvium
from his piebald clothes. overturned my
inkstand, and went on with his INSURER
able nonsense.
Il wouldn't mind ii so much he
complained, IF it wasn't for the work I
must do on Good Fridays Ye know
about Pontius PLATE, sir Of course. His
body, whin he killed himself, was pitched
into lake on the Alps mountains. Now.
listen TO the job that tits mine to per-
form on the night of livery Good Fri
day; The ould divil goes down in the
water is bilin' and spewir like wash
pot. And the ould dlvl sets the body on
top OF a throne on the rocks, and thin
comes me share Of the job. Oh, sir, We
the 6oo PITY ms T5nid pray for
a Jew II ye could see the horror of the
thing that must do. 'Tis l that must
fetch bowl Of water and kneel down
before II till 1t washes its hands
declare to We that Pontius PLATE, a man
dead two hundred years, dragged mp with
the lake slime coverin' him and fishes
wrigglin' inside of him widout eyes, and
ia the decomposition of the body, sits
there, sir, and washes his hands in the
bowl I hold for him on Good Friday
Twas so commanded"
Clearly, the matter had progressed far
beyond the scope of the Bugles local
column. There might have been employ
ment here for the aIienist or for those
who circulate the pledge; but I had had
enough Of It, l got up, and repeated
that ] must go.
At this he seized my coat grovelled
upon my desk and burst again into dis
tressful weeping. What ever it was
about I said to myself that his grief was
genuine.
Come now Mr.. Alder" I said, sooth-
ingly; what is the matter?"
The answer came brokenly through his
racking sobs; Because I would not
let the poor Christ rest
upon the step"
His hallucinatiQn seemed beyond all
reasonable answer; yet the effect of it
upon him scarcely merited disrespect.
But I knew nothing that might assuage
it; and l told him once more that both