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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (July 4, 1923)
Rough-Hewn (Continued Fr< SYNOPSIS. I: Neale Crittenden. 15 yearn old. It a typi cal. red-blooded American boy living with • hie parents In Union Hill, a small village near N'ew York City. He has completed a , three years In preparatory school. Vuca tion time arrives ami. with Jil* mother gone to visit relatives, lie and hia father debate as to how Neale shall spend his i vacation. In France Marise Allen. 11 years old. Is living with her American parents In the home of Anna Ktchergary. a French > woman. Marine's father Is foreign agent for an American business firm. Old *-eanne Amlgorena French peasant woman, is employed by the Allens as a ’ Servant. Marise is deeply Interested in the study of French aud music. Muring vacation Neale becomes an omnivorous 1 reader and spends much time in his fa ther's llbrarv. He ridea a bicycle for recreation, tine day he rides to Nutley, a village some distance away, and there runs across his old boyhood friend, lion Roberts, who Is playing tennis with two \lrl friends, Polly and Natalie Underhill. Ithough Neale lias never played tennis, he accepts an Invitation to join In the game. Vacation over, Neale returns to Hadley preparatory school and finishes his last year. Farly the following autumn he passes the entrance examinations to Columbia university. Pending the open ing of school he works at his grand father's sawmill. (Continued in The Morning Idee.) But At the other end of the hall i from his own low-ceilinged, little . boy’s room, he found one like it, rather more cheerful. The sun came in through a dormer window as it did in his own room. He remembered now that this was the room father had always had, till he went away to college and after that to New ; York to live. And there, sure enough ■was the little book case. Of course. < He must have seen it lots of times, : going by when the door was open. Now, what was in it? Maybe, after all, nothing to his purpose; probably this had been used like the shelves in the attic as a place to put volumes that nobody wanted to read. Mathers Invisible Providence— sounded religious. Neale did not even take it out. A big, old book with the back off proved, when he opened it. to he Rollins Ancient History. With a true Hadley horror for learn ing anything out of hours, he slammed it shut, and took down the next one. Butler’s Analogy. Seemed as though he had heard of that one. He sat down on the edge of the little four-poster, and opened it at random, skimming the pages. Oh, awful! Fierce! Worse than religious! He w put it back, discouraged, and ran over the titles on that shelf. A name struck his eye. Emerson. Wasn’t there a poem by Emerson at the beginning of “The Children of the Zodiac?” Neale like every one else at. that time had read a good deal of Kipling, although he was vague as to Emerson. He took down \ oiume J, anu opened to the first page. "But thought is always prior to the fart; all the facts of history pre exist in the mind as laws." “Pretty rough sledding!" thought Neale, "bad as Butler.” He turned over a page. His eye was struck by a thick black pencil mark along the margin; a passage that had interested somebody. Neale read, “I have no expectation that any man will read history aright, who thinks that what was done in a remote age. by men whose names have resounded far, has any deeper sense than what he is doing today." An idea knocked at Neale's head. He looked up from the book to take It in. It echoed and reechoed in his brain, the first idea about history which had ever penetrated to fertilize that facte piled up by lladley. Bee! there wae something to that! Neale began to walk around it speculatively. Wonder if that's true? Sounds good. Were there perhaps more passages marked? He turned over the pages again and came on another of the black pencil lines in the margin. "When a thought of Plato becomes a thought to me—when a truth that' fired the soul of Pindar fires mines, time is no more." "Time is no more . . The gTandeur of those four words un rolled a great zcroll from before Neale's eves. Say, who was it who had marked these places, anyhow? Who was it, who. before Neale, had sat in this low-ceilinged room and had caught that glimpse of timeless infinity? Neale turned back to the fly leaf and found in a familiar handwriting. "Daniel W. Crittenden, Williams ■387*>." why, that was rather. Neale stared at the name. Could It !>e father? Yes. he had gone to Williams and although 1«7S was In credibly long ago, that might have been father’s class. And fhis was father's room! He looked about him, astonished. For tlie first time in h!s life it occurred to Neale that his father had not always hern a father and a suc cessful, conservative business man of forty something, but that long, long ago he hail also heen a person. The idej*rtnade Neale feel very shy and quder as though through the the pages of this chance-found book he were spying on tho privacy of that unsuspecting person. Hut all the same, it was too strange that father should have . . . what else had he marked? Intensely curious, Neale turned the pages over. What else had struck the fancy of that young man. so many years ago, before he dreamed that he was to be a busi ness man and a father. It was like looking straight into some one's heart; the first time Neale had ever dreamed of such a thing. There th»v were, those glimpse* of what had fed his father's spirit. Neale tead them because they were marked, Home he understood, others -witA he only felt. ^ "In every work of genius we recog nise our own rejected thoughts, they come hack to us with a certain alienated majesty." "There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the con viction that he must, take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that, though the wide universe Is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn r-sn corns to him hut through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.” "I,|f* only avails. not having lived.” Good enough! "For every stoic was a stoic, hut In Christendom, where )s the < hrlstlan?" every word underlined In Ink. "Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment Is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower .of pleasure which concealed It.” On the margin the note was. "True, thing of TC. B." "Wonder who K. B. was,” thought Neale, "but the old man’s right.” Ah, this is bully! "Llf# Itself is a bubble and a skepticism, and a sleep within a sleep. Grant It. nnd as much more ns they will . hut thou, God’s darling, heed thy private dream; thou wilt not he missed In tho scorning nnd skepticism; there are enough of them . , ." Why, this was not mark'd! The old man must have heen asleep at the switch. Neale stopped turning the pages snd jumping from one marked passage to another. 11* began to rend for himself, n deep vlrlmtlon within answering the organ not* v h throbbed up at him out of th' r r**' I’hls.” he said to himself after a long, absorb'd sllenee, "this is my meat.” There was a good place on top of the plate l>eam of the mill, dry and safe. One morning before grand father and HI entile down to work. Neale climbed up to tills, dusted It i lean of the litter of n century nr more nnd put the three volumes there. Whenever the water got low, and the mill shut down, and HI went | off lo oil U.c liarueua ami grand -By l Dorothy Canfield ntn Yesterday.) father to have a visit with grand mother in the kitchen. Neale clam bered up and clinging with one hand, reached in and took out a volume . . itny one of the three. From there to the top of the highest lumber pile oulside, in the clean sunlight. The pungent smell of the newly sawed wood, the purifying wind, wide space about him, solitude, si lence, and this deep, strong voice, purifying, untroubled, speaking to him In a language which was his own, although he had not vnown It. “Today Shall he the Same a* March, 1902. Flora Allen found she was not fol lowing the words on the page, and let the boog slowly fall shut. As It lay there among her hair brushes and cold-cream pot. she looked at It with a listless distaste. How sick she was of reading Instructive books! She never wanted to see another! She turned sideways in her chair with the gesture of a person about to stand up, but the motive power was not enough, and she continued to Mt, one tftrrn hanging over the back of her chair. Why get up? Why do anything more than anything else? How horribly lonely she was! How horribly empty her room was! The emptiness echoed in her ears. It was an echo she often heard. She always heard it more or less. She told herself that it was like the emptiness of a long stone corridor along which Rhe seemed to be always hurrying, hoping to come to a door that would let her out into life—the warm, quivering life that other people— women in books for instance—seemed to have. Now she was tired. She had almost worn herself out in the long flight down the empty passageway that led from birth to death. She began dreadfully to fear that she would never find a door. AVherever she thought she saw one ajar, it was slammed in her face. Looking hack, how she envied her earlier rebellious unhappy self, bright with the animation of her naive hatred for Belton and Ameri ca; quivering with her aspiring cry of “Europe? and "culture!’’ She had been married almost IS years—was it possible! A life time. A life time filled with nothing. A life time spent between Belton and Bayonne! Oh, it wasn’t fair! She had never had a chance—never! And soon it would be too late for her chance! How hideously fate always discrimi nated against her. She was always thrown in the dreariest places with the dreariest dead-and-alive people, flat and insipid and tiresome. (Continued In the Morning Bee.) Two Clubs After • Butlers Scalp Council Refers Resolutions Seeking Police Head's Re moval lo Mayor Dahlman. Resolutions of two Omaha improve ment clubs, asking the removal of Han Butler from the commissioner ship of the ooltce department, were read at city council meeting yester day morning. They were referred to Mayor Dahl man for investigation. The resolutions came from the Bohemia n-American Improvement club, 1245 South Thirteenth street, and the Tenth Ward Improvement club. They charged the use of the police department "for private and political purposes" and condition of "utter demoralization” in the depart ment. "I’ll not act hastily on the matter," said the mayor. "At the present time it is not in my miml to remove But ler from the police department. But it will be necessary to investigate the charges." “It's gang stuff, and to be expected,” was Butler s comment. Diplomatic Tension Over Ship Liquor Lessened By International N#wi ferric*. Washington, July 2,—Diplomatic tension over the enforcement of American prohibition laws against foreign ships was considerably re lieved today when the Stale snd Treasury departments were advised through consular channels that prac tically all foreign ship lines have de cided to stou. loading beverage liquor under seal for the homeward voyage. 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