The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1875-05-27
THE NAN WHO FELT SAD.

From The Detroit Free Press.


He entered Hardware store on Wood
ward avenue about 10 o'clock Saturday
morning, and taking seat by The
stove, he beckoned to the proprietor anC
said:
"Sit down here-I want to speak witt
you"
He was a man who looked sad from
the crown of his hat to the toes of his
boots. There were care lines on his face
his eyes were red and anxious looking
and his taltered overcoat was drawn in
at the waist by wide leather belt.
Can we do anything tor you to-day"'
asked the merchant as he sat down.
The sad man slowly wiped his nose
slowly turned around, and slowly re.
piled:
"Sir, it makes me feel sad when / re-
fleet that we have all got TO dieP
"Yes-um," replied the merchant.
"Christopher Columbus is dead" con-
tinued the sad man, "and who feels bad
about it-who sheds tear over his loss
He is gone and we shall never see him
more! You and | must sooner or later
follow him, and the world will 60 on just
the same"
"Then you don't want anything to-
day." Queried the merchant after pair
ful pause.
"And King James is dead!" exclaimed
the sad man, wiping his nose again. is
anybody weeping over his loss? ? Don't
folks laf and lat, and don't the world 90
on just the same? Sir, it may not be a
week before you and | will be calleu up
on to rest from the Iabors Of this life.
Doesn't it make you feel sad when you
think of it?"
"Of course, we've got to die" replied
the merchant rs he tossed stray nail
over among the eightpennys.
Andrew jackson is dead" continued
the sad man, a tear falling on his hand.
"Yes, Andrew has been gathered, and q
good man has gone from among us. Were
you acquainted with him?"
81 believe not" was the answer.
"Well, he was fine man, and many a
night | have laid awake and cried to
think that he would be seen among us no
more forever. Yet, do you hear any
wailing and sobbing? Does anybody
seem to care cent whether Andrew
Jackson is dead or living? You or.l may
be the next to go, and the world will
move on just the same sif we had never
lived"
"The world can't of course, stop for the
death of one man, no matter how great"
said the merchant. .
WHAT'S what makes me sad-that's
why l weep these tears I" answered the
man, wringing his long peaked nose
with vigorous grief "William Penn is
also dead. Once in great while l hear
some one express sorrow, but as a gen
eral thing the world has forgotten Will
liam with the rest. Don't it make yoI
feel sad when you reflect that you will
never see him again? Don't you feel like
crying when you think he has gone from
among u.s.?
81 never have time to think of these
things" said the merchant, fondling the
coal stove shaker.
"And Shakesneare's gone tool" ex-
claimed the man, his chiL quivering
with agitation. "We may sigh, and sigh
and wish, and wish. and wish, but poor
Shaky will never be seen moving with
us again They have laid him away to
sleep his long sleep,and that bright lamp
has been extinguished forever.
"Well, did you want anything in the
line of hardware?" asked the merchant
as he rose up
"Can you speak of hardware to me at
such time as thisP, exclaimed the sad
man. Knowing my sad feelings, seeing
these tears, and listening to my broken
voice, can you have the heart to try and
force hardware upon me?"
The merchant went over to his desk and
the sad man wrung his nose again and
went out.