TIRE» OF T« «AN*.
"The gatne la not worth the candle."
11 >r-e and wagon which constitute its Massa.'im« its. He selected Daven
es. <»rt comes to your hack door that he port, la., ns his future home.
may dicker fur the rags aud irun and
Smith became uue of the leading
bones and brass and rubber and other lawyers of Iowa and nerved a term • *
castoff remnants which make up hu mayor of Davenport. He had a betu-
miscellaneous treasures.
tifur home, a fine private library, en
And—
ter.. Ii. d h.tilde.ui.eli and Ids family
You do Well to keep one eye on your was prominent ms ¡ally in tin* western
junk pile while he sorts it over aud city.
inventories the same lest something of
Personally Smith was a suave, court
value within the reach of the grimy ly gentleman of native refinement and
fingers may get into the collection. It was counted one of the successful men
Is best to have the stuff weight'd and of ills state. He was also honored as the
paid for and the trader well on his ■on of i he writer of our national hj nuL
way from the premises ere you relax
However—
1 vigilance.
A few years ago whispers liegan to
Tlie junkman knows values.
be heard respecting his financial diffi
Some of these peripatetics pick up in culties. It was some time before an
the course of a year $3,000 to $5,000 in accounting was demanded. Investiga
profits. They well understand the slg- tion showed that he was short more
nificn <e of an eighth of a cent a than $100,1X10. He had squandered
pound as related to the market.
| trust funds.
What becomes of the stuff?
On trial Smith was found guilty of
Why. your rags come back In the j forgery and embezzlement and was
delicate note paper on which you write I sentenced to eleven years in Fort Mad-
a party Invitation. And your new I Isen prison.
range may contain some of the old
That wa five years ago.
Iron you sold for a song, so closely Is
A few months ago a movement was
the old related to the new. And the ¡started for his pardon. Sentiment re-
bones you thought to be worthless i spci ting tin' father’s sacred memory
have gone to tlie refinery to treat the pleaded for the son, and tlie panion
sugar in your morning coffee cup. And j board granted tin1 release.
so on.
Last month Samuel F. Smith, aged
In tlie economy of the Junk dealer seventy-three, but still courtly, started
nothing Is lost.
back to tin'old home in Massachusetts,
These “snappers up of inconsidered where his wife and daughter awaited
trifles"-usually foreign folk—Justify ! him.
th»' statement that foreigners get rich j lie died on the way.
on xyliat Americans throw away.
Let us be- glad that the son of the
Heed a lesson therefrom.
author of “sweet freedom's song” did
I
Americans are wasteful to the potnt • not die in a prison cell.
of prodigality. Because of the abun
It was pathetic enough that the hon
dance of tilings they have not needed ored name of Samuel F. Smith should
to practice the rigid economy that is have been smirched by the crimes of a
the thrift of Europe.
graceless son.
But the day is coming In this coun
Query:
try when every inch of the farm must
If the sins of the fathers be visited
produce, every piece of timber have a | upon the children to the third aud
value, every machine operate to the fourth generation, why should not the
full capacity and every byproduct of virtues of the fathers last for a like
industry be utilized.
tenure? Is vice stronger than virtue?
Nature does that.
,
No. but—
In her realm no infinitesimal atom is
The influences of environment added
ever lost. Man may change tlie form, i to free moral agency are stronger than
but lie cannot destroy a single particle 1 tlie Influence of heredity. Do the best
of matter.
yon can for your boy. no must work
Nature is resourceful. If she had i out his own salvation.
been wanton, as man often Is, the uni
verse would have gone back to chaos
PUSH AND KEEP PUSHING!
ages ago.
Did you ever try to get through a
And the muster of nature specifical
dense throng of people to the “speak
ly taught the virtue of economy. He
ers’ stand," where you had an engage
said to his disciples:
ment to speak or sing or officiate?
“Gather up the fragments that noth
In tlie beginning it may have seemed
ing be lost.”
; a near impossibility to get to your
We Americans, of all peoples, need
place, but—
to gi»e heed to the many maxims of
You began to push gently on the out-
our own Benjamin Franklin respecting
1 skirts of the crowd. You were good
frugality and thrift.
1 humored, but persistent. Little by lft-
That was the conclusion of Mrs.
Ada Tilt Otis, (laughter of a Chicago
millionaire merchant, divorced wife of
Millionaire Thomas Otis of Los An
geles, resqiectliig this human life of
ours,
Kight months after she had secured
a divorce from her husband Mrs. Otis
committed suicide.
She left a note addressed to a young
man, also a millionaire, containing the
■even words quoted above.
According to the Los Angeles dis
patches, Mrs. Otis made the following
statement to a friend four days be
fore she took her life:
“When I got my decree of divorce I
resolved I would not marry again. I
tried society, but its vagaries disgust
ed me. I feel that the whole game of
life is not worth the candle that it
takes.”
Poor woman!
Aye.
poor—despite her wealth,
wretchedly poor, poor in riches of
recollections, poor in satisfaction of
■octal service, poor in worthy works,
poor in gratitude earned, poor in spir
it, poor in heart's ease, poor In Jove,
poor in hope—poorer perhaps than her
washerwoman.
Life held only the dregs of vanity
and vexation of spirit left in the bot
tom of the cup.
Why?
Why do so many having every
chance miss the way of life?
This woman looked upon existence,
as do many, as a "game”—a game to
be played to while away the tedious
hours or for selfish entertainment.
Knowing only the social side and be
ing an intellectual woman, when the
game grew tiresome she was ready to
snuff the candle.
Disillusioned, defeated, despairing,
she risked the game of futurity.
The woman had ample wealth, cul
ture. opportunity and immeasurable
opportunities to make herself worthy
of living. She failed because—
She had not learned or heeded the
teaching of all human experience, to
say nothing of divine dictum, that
happiness comes through SERVICE
and not In SELFISHNESS, In SAC
| tie you obtruded yourself wedgelike
RIFICE. not in SATIETY.
Life is not a mere game to be frit
i Into the mass. Little by little the peo
SOIL RICHES.
tered away.
ple gave way.
Wheat, 700,000,000 bushels.
Sad soul of a woman!
Some might glare at you for your
Corn. 3.0OP,000,000 bushels.
What supreme happiness she might
That is the estimate for this year’s apparent rudeness nnd give way grudg
have won. wtiat possibilities of doing crop of tlie two leading cereals of this ingly. even complainingly. Others were
good in the world!
| pleasant and accommodating.
country.
But—
It was not sufficient to indicate your
Think of it—3.000,000,000 bushels of
When the diversion became a mere corn, 400,000.000 more than last year! desire to reach the platform. Yon
dawdling, when the pastime of the Local drought may cut the estimate a j needed to accompany explanations
i with a push not a discourteous push,
play palled upon her, she did not even tittle, but not much.
wait for the candle to go out!
Add to this enormous output of the but a persistent one.
Well—
fields tlie cotton crop, the oats crop,
So is getting on in the world.
the hay crop, the potato crop, the veg
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.
If you would reach the place select
One of the biggest tilings in this big etable crop- here is enormous wealth.
Moreover, it is stated authoritatively ed by you ns your place you must pass
country of big dollars and big enter
prises—and one of the best of the big that the crop of beef and pork and through and push aside a lot of peo
things—is the Institution known as the eggs alone exceeds in value the bum ple.
per corn crop.
They are in your way.
Sunday school.
And they arc a multitude.
Surely this Is the land flowing with
How many officers and teachers,
If you do not push they will not
mostly adults, do you suppose are en milk and honey. And when your big
gaged in tlie Sunday school enterprise column of figures is footed up you budge. If you merely explain without
must add to soil production another pushing you will get nowhere. It is a
in this country?
According to the census, an army of enormous item of wealth, the mineral | case where mere politeness and soft
crop of America and Alaska. The 1 words will accomplish nothing.
1,459,535 persons teacli and officiate.
Know this that, however close and
And the pupils? When the figures showing Is calculated to provoke spec
! compact the mass may seem, if j’ou
are quoted they are so large as almost ulation concerning the future.
What will lie the annual output of , will insist and persist and keep on
to stagger belief. These figures are—
our soil when all our soil resources are ! gently pushing toward the goal the
12,272,<157!
i crowd will li t you'through. The crowd
Spell out the enumeration—twelve fully developed?
Intensive farming alone would dou I is built that way. It is pervious to the
million two hundred nnd seventy-two
ble the product. Smaller farms nnd human wedge driven by the powerful
thousand six hundred and fifty-seven!
That is to say, one of every six of better cultivation would produce won maul of the human will.
Do you want to stay on the outside
our entire population, and comprising ders.
and
take tilings easy?
Besides
—
those of plastic minds and future pos
Millions of acres of desert land are
The crowd will let you.
sibilities, is engaged one day in every
But if you are bound to get on and
seven in studying the Scriptures and being reclaimed by national and state
irrigation improvements. Other mil up neither humans nor devils can pre
the tenets of tlie Christian faith.
vent you.
Besides, there is the literature of the lions of acres of semiarid lands will
Success requires that you get to the
raise good crops by the scientific meth
Sunday schools.
platform. Thousands about you in life
ods
of
“
dry
farming,
”
or
moisture
con
What is known as the T'it< - ati mal
j do not particularly care to get up
Sunday School Series, < asi ting of servation.
there, but they will not voluntarily
The
time
Is
coming
soon
when
every
the lesson leaflet and less, i comment,
acre of land capable of cultivation help you up.
has a weekly circulation of : ¡ore than
If you want elbow room and a van
may lie utilized by scientific methods,
half a billion!
needs adapted to soil and proper cul tage point up at the speakers’ stand,
This same lesson Is printed also in
push for it!
ture.
thousands of newspapers throughout
Bo nice about It as you can bo, but—
Already lands once pictured on the
the country and is esteemed a popular map as “the great American desert" push!
feature. The aggregate circulation of
There is n comfortable place await
now blossom as tlie rose.
the Sunday school literature is beyond
What will be the full story of pro ing you up on the platform of life.
computation.
duction when the great water powers There is better air up there—and wider
Measured in dollars?
and the tides themselves will deliver vision.
Well, here is one institution that electric power over waves at a trifle of
Besides, once there you need no
puts the human above the dollar. Yet cost ?
longer push tin1 people.
the yearly receipts In money will run
Why co through life crowding your
Today In the west the owner of a
up into the millions. If each pupil power plow can turn over virgin soil way and perpetually sticking your el
were to contribute only a penny at by gasoline kerosene power—at a fuel bows into your neighbor's side? There
each session the receipts would ex cost of only 10 cents per acre.
are vacant places on the platform.
ceed $*¡,000,000, While the figures are
Push—and keep pushing!
But why prophesy? The story of
not at hand, it Is believed that the present production Is great enough.
schools in tlie United States alone col
However—
A Little Knowledge.
lect and pay out a hundred million dol
In such a rich country should any
Two men made a wager of $5 that
lars a year.
child go hungry to bed? In such a one could hold a wasp in his hand !
But citizenship is more than dollars. country should there be so much sur longer than the other. The man who
And these schools are exclusively en plus wealth of tlie few?
rubbed chloroform on his hand expect
gaged in making good citizens.
As a people we have solved the prob ed to win. but the other one happened
A million and a half consecrated lem of production, thanks to our fa to know that male wasps do not sting
men and women teacli more than 12.- vored situation. We have yet to solve and got one of that sex. They sat
000.000 children every Sunday the the problem of equitable distribution.
and smiled nt each other while the
great ethical doctrines of Christianity.
crowd wondered until the chloroform
Thousands of future citizens get all
had evaporated, and then the man
FATHER AND SON.
their moral teaching from this source.
who Ii ol used it uddenly lot go of
My country, ’tin of thee,
It is a l>ig tiling, one of the biggest
his wasp. Tin* other got The money.
Sweet land of liberty.
of all modern enterprise's.
Do not regard tlie Sunday school aa
The man who wrote the lines that
Bound to Worry.
an inconsequential factor or neglect it have inspired millions Is dead His son
We note that our apprehensive friend
because you may think it of minor al«r> is dead.
Is cvldentlv greatly wrought up over
consequence.
Tlie son died hist mouth a pardoned
otne trouble and ask him what occa-
It is big and good—and good only.
convict on bls way back to his old t fi ns his distress of mind.
home In the east.
“All these auto accidents,” he an-
SAVE THE PIECES.
A life of startling contrast was that suers. “I am so w irrled ver the dan
"Rags! Old iron!”
of Samuel F. Smith, son of Samuel ger of riding in one of 11 • machines.”
You have often heard the cfy of the Francis Smith, author of the song
“But you don’t own one.” we rcas-
•treet. it is usually pitched in a high “America."
1 sure him.
»•.'•I monotone and In broken Eng-
Born in the east, given every ndvan-
“I know. I am worrying over how
Ibh. penetrating. Insistent.
ta.e of education, he married a daugh mu h I would be worried if I did own
The owner of the noise and at the ter of one of the leading families of ' one.’’—Chicago PosL
SERVED seven mis ,
Possibly she felt my gaze, for she
turned it nd her face was worthy of
her figure
TW bright blue ey<s met
mine for nu ins'nnt before their owner
walked on.
I gazed : r her till she Was our of
sight. 'I
I gazed at the aa<red -pot
ou the
inent where she had stood,
aud, beti Id, there lay a little purse. 1
picked it up reverently and liusteued
after her. but she was lost in the*
throng of Regent street.
1 reached Oxford circus and turned
and retraced my steps, and presently
1 saw the girl again. She was gazing
into another shop window. I picked
my way delicately through the femi
nine crowd. My arm brushed hers,
and the blood rushed from my heart to
my ears. She turned. Our eyes met.
and, by all the saints in heaven, tier
eyes were brown! It was not she. but
another girl dressed exactly like her. I
My hand fell from my hat. and I
gasped an apology. 1 was wriggling
away when a baud grasped my wrist
and tried to wrest the purse from me.
I turned nnd beheld a large man.
“Ah, would you?” he said. “Quiet!” !
He dug his knuckles into the back of
my hand. I restrained a fierce desire
to inflict similar treatment on his coun
tenance and said: “Let go, you ass!
Can’t you see I'm not a pickpocket? 1
picked up this purse five minutes ago.
and"—
“Yes. I’ve heard, all that before sev
eral times. Have you lost your purse,
miss?”
The girl with the brown eyes search
ed in her pocket.
“Yes, 1 have!” she exclaimed.
I broke out Into a cold perspiration.
Wrenching my wrist free. I held out
tue purse. “But this is not your
purse!”
“But it is. Oh. you bad, wicked man!
■
I felt you take it!”
I was
This settled the matter,
marched off to Vine street between
two policemen.
I
The magistrate was sitting, Ha vint
been searched, I was placed in the
dock aud the girl lu the witness box.
She made a pretense of being dis
solved in tears and pathetically ile-
sought the authorities to release me.
But the magistrate soothingly explain ! I
ed to her how necessary it was for
the protection of honest people that
rogues should be punished. At length
this wretched woman, committing per
jury for the sake of a paltry purse,
suffered the oath to be administered
and swore the purse was hers.
I was taken away to the cells and a
little later to Bentonville.
In this impolite retirement 1 spent
the seven most hideous days and
nights of my life, But on the eighth
day came release, A warder entered
my cell and, with more respect I linn
1 had yet received in the prison, told
me that my innocence had been dis
covered.
My good name and my clothes hav
ing been restored to me, 1 was re
quested -a refreshing change from be
ing ordered—to step into a private
room. Here 1 found three ladies a
majestic matron, the girl with the
brown eyes who had procured me a
week’s living free of expense and.
marvelous to relate, the girl with tlie
blue eyes, with whom 1 was still in
love. Both girls were, except for their
eyes, exactly alike. Twins, 1 liegan
to see.
The girl witli the brown eyes had
tears in them. The girl with the blue
eyes also had her handkerchief to het
face.
The tnatron said gravely:
“Sir, an awful wrong has been done j
to you. for which I question whether ;
we can make adequate amends. I
can. however, express my most deep
and sincere regret. But before 1 en
deavor to explain permit me to intro
duce myself.
I am Mrs. Geoffrey
Featherstone, and these are my daugti- i
tors, Mabel and Alice.”
"Pardon me. Mrs. Featherstone,” 1 i
said, "1 have already had the honor of
an Introduction to Miss Alice Feather
stone. mid the result of the iDtroduc- ,
tlon was such that, having no natural ;
taste for penal servitude, 1 would rath- I
er not pursue the acquaintance.”
“Your auger is Just, Mr. Felix. But ’
you will at least permit me to explain.
On the day on which this awful thing 1
happened my daughters wore new
dresses exactly alike.”
Mi's. Featherstone then proceeded: |
"The dressmaker had made the pock
ets of these dresses ridiculously slial- i
low. Mabel declared that she would
never dare to put anything in her pock
et for fear of having It taken, but
Alice laughed at the Idea aud declared
that she was competent to guard her
pocket if Mabel was not. They went
shopping, mid Alice insisted on put
ting her purse In her pocket. It had
not been there for five minutes before
Mabel, from pure love of mischief, took
it out unperceived by Alice and put it
In her own [>ocket. The girls became
separated in Regeut street, and the
purse must have fallen out of Mabel's
pocket when you saw her. Alice did
not miss It till she saw it In your
hand, and then—what could she think?”
“Oh. Mr. Felix,” exclaimed Alice,
“please forgive me! Oh, plense say
you will try to forgive me! Mabel and
I had a tiff over those wretched pock
ets. and we did not speak for a whole
week till this morning, when she came
to make It up. To my horror, she
presented me with another purse in
place of the one she |gid lost, and then
I saw what a fearful thing I had
done.”
There was a short siletioe. and then I
laughed heartily and long. I dined
with the Featherstones that evening,
nnd—er-well, to put the matter In a
nutshell, my v ife has blue vyr
I- nr
and bi _t>t. like glimpses of biavetb
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