Sorosis . esence than out of it; one saw the same gait,inertness and inattention. Move out of the way! called a driver of a team ofspirited horses to Omri, who was taking his own time on astreet crossing; but the big fellow seemed not to hear or tobe impressed. One often wished he might see him straighten his form toits full height and throw back his shoulders and show the ma-jesty nature intended for him. You might see him underone of the big linden trees that grew in front of his fathershouse, or on the front porch leaning against a pillar, or in oneof the streets of the village, or in the c
Sorosis . esence than out of it; one saw the same gait,inertness and inattention. Move out of the way! called a driver of a team ofspirited horses to Omri, who was taking his own time on astreet crossing; but the big fellow seemed not to hear or tobe impressed. One often wished he might see him straighten his form toits full height and throw back his shoulders and show the ma-jesty nature intended for him. You might see him underone of the big linden trees that grew in front of his fathershouse, or on the front porch leaning against a pillar, or in oneof the streets of the village, or in the country store; but alwayswhat you saw was unproductive bulk and height and inaction. Omri was aware that people called him the unproduc-tive, but the significance of the name, or the shame of it,seemed not to reach his soul. However, some friends werekind enough to say that Omri had thoughts and that hewould surprise the community some day. One day John Beale came into the room in which his sonwas The Inaugural Procession -Courtesy Pittsburgh Dispatch THE SOROSIS 17 Omri, he said, handing him some papers, I want youto read the deed to that western farm and to examine the taxreceipts; and on my return within an hour I would like youto tell me what you would do with that un—unprofitable land. Yes, sir, replied Omri. That yes, sir was spoken with no emphasis, but withmore than Omris promptness and decision. We do not knowwhat led Omris father to make such a request. He may havelooked to depths in his sons heart that were not penetratedby the ordinary mind. However, when John Beale returnedan hour later his son greeted him thus: Father, I would like to visit that land; either dispose ofit—or else farm it. It is only going to waste. John Beale never gave his consent to any request of Omriwith a better grace. Early next morning, with valice in hand, Omri Bealewalked rapidly down the street. Two squares from his fathershouse, he turned into a road and continued his fast
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