Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-12-23
Stlttt Storp.
the MAN WHO DIDN'T,


I the conformation she gives his head,
developing this bump. suPpressinS that.
may shape his couse 10 happiness or
misery before he has a voice in the mat.
ter. Yet ever do great efforts hang on
little hooks of causes. Mr.. Spuzheim
tells Us that it that liulo bouy place Is
ilAtlened. wheyeunlo Hope Is supposed TO
tabernacle, the man is predisposcd to
melancholy, 10 black blues, to sell de-
struciiOn ia TACT.
Nv Tom had q brave olive lace, but
ais fleece grew over the bump depressed,
a, grass grows over n sunAen grave.
\ on see want to handle Tom, case i'm
partially; to Gnd excuses ton hun II !
can. You have no right To Judge man
before looking n All the motives under
which he moved.
When Tom Wus very Young, duding
himself Ia tue mud, ho determined 10
stand high and dry Is soon IS cudeayor
could pat him 50. TIC took hold of lie
with his .bt. Now every son Ot Adam
must expect 10 be turned out ot the al
den once or twice in his lifetime. The
lgouuic with people Is that they expect
too uucn OF tAe world Bat The world
i, "icctie .-lr." like BIrAis. hard listed
in dealing out rcwap!s TO beginners.
TOMS natural bent WAS toward journal
ism. 81 nc began in the chrl>siis stage
Of carrier, aud wrigg.cd through the IN.
,e,msjiate stages of printer, reporter,
correspondent, hoping IN time TO spread
la the sun of prosperity. iu.tspread,
green Gacted edlor-a mighty editor,
" Lo should reach all over the nation aud
mould the masses That was Toms
ideal Tom. Aud l do SAY, sud shall
maintain I'LL 10 my latest breath II Is
uobIer 10 point your arrow 1T the sun aud
miss it, than TO spend your lie growing
vain over Your ability to bring down
game dying on level with your nose.
Toms peculiar genius was not appre
cialed 10y the public. He was pro-
gressiye, independent fellow. but failed
10 make himself 1.-The style" He was a
faithful reporter, ran up and down " hole
Babels OF stairs, played Nero over fires
ill he could scent flames for miles, out
ran the coroner to every murder, and
Snew everything beloie il happened.
But there were things which my spirited
Tom did not DO. lie never borrowed
jenkins quill. and went to Mrs. Grundy's
call with WebSteI's Unabridged under his
arm to squeeze dry Of adjectiyeS on the
dry goods there whirled before him. He
never whispered to the public ho~ lovely
the refined and elegant Mrs. A-iooked
in sand -papered Aouncesi how Miss
Florence M-on this occasion found some
thing to wear in the shape OF tranScen
dent robe de sole, finished by an elaborate
dress coat with tai ; eH tram, aud the
stately Misses B-diSpOrted themselves
in superb and magnificent point Shawls.
Bu. he was father TO many of those
startling paragraphs so common to the
reporter that they cease 10 shock you.
Instead of telling you Patrick Murphy
Tell off the train and was killed, he would
dish up spicy item abou, Mr.. Murphy.
diving from the top of the car after his
hat when running al thirty miles an hour,
and his sons finally wearing that hat 1t
the funeral next day.
Unfortunately. just rs Tom was coming
out a nervous correspondent, he fell in
love. Now generally speaking, it Is
good TO fall in love. Ghe best mental
exercise YOU are capable Of, is loving. 1t
isn't the "saddest o! all sad things OF
life. as Mr.. Milard sings. Nor life, nor
death, nor principalities. nor powers can
separate our souls from the crowns
which rest on them when we learn this
self remuneration. You had better love a
human grind.stone. and have it wear you
TO intense keenness and sensibility, than
tumble about rusty and blunt all your
DAYS. But no two people look a, a thing
in the same light. My ardent, impassion'
ed Tom expected as large return from