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NEW YORK LETTER
New York, July 31. The lone
somest man in the world came to
New York. He flaw the White Way
and Its nieht-life, Fifth avenue and
its fashions, the tenements and their
huddled denizens. He is quite con
tent to go back to his island m the
South Seas, where for forty years
he has' been the only white resident.
Jas. Moodie is the name of this
isolated being. He was an adven
turous Scotch lad when, nearly a half
century ago, he engaged in the South
Sea iBland trade. In one of his ex
peditions he landed on Urea island,
near New Caledonia. He liked the
place and established a trading post
there. And there he has stayed for
over two score years.
Every six weeks there is a mail at
Urea island. At long Intervals white
traders come there. But for months
at a time, and sometimes for years,
Moodie has seen no white man, had
talked only with the natives. Their
speech has become his speech, and
when he got' aboard a ship, to make
this trip, English seemed like a
strange tongue to him.
Since Moodie has been on the is
land .all his relatives have died ex
cept one brother, Robert, who lives
in their native village in Scotland. A
great longing to see his brother once
more before death should separate
them came over Moodie a few weeks
ago. He is on his way to the old
home. The brothers parted as boys;
they will meet grizzled old men.
But the exile has no idea of spend
ing the rest of his days in Scotland.
"I am going to stay there a few.
weeks," he said, "and then I will re
turn to urea island to remain until
I take my last Journey."
Under Moodie's arm was a fiddle.
"It was my father's," he said. "I took
it to the. island with me when I first
went there, and It has been my con
stant companion exer since. I do not
know how I should have lived
through the first few years without
it. But as the years .have gone by
I have grown more and more accus
tomed t6 being alone. I shall be glad
to get back to my little house on the
And probably there are many,
many people in this city who are
more lonesome among New York's
5,000,000 in habitants than James
Moodie is in his little house on the
HORSE WONT LEAVE
St. Joseph, Mo., July 31. The
chief of police, W. T. Gray, has re
ceived a letter from Joseph Shlpps,
farmer of Stewartsville, which says
he has a horse that won't stay sold.
He" asks the police -to find the ani
mal's latest owner. Shipps sold the
horse last spring to Lee Masoner,
Stewartsville, and Masoner sold it to
a St. Joseph man.- A few days ago
Shlpps found the horse in his pas
ture. It had returned to its old home;
Jumped the .fence, and taken up quar
ters on the old grazing grounds.
Madge Why don't you think be
fore you speak, dear? Marjories If I
did that I shouldn't have time to say
thalf I wanted tq say!