The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1875-04-14
The Man who Felt sad.

From the Detroit Free Press.
He entered a hareiwaFe store or
Woodward avenue about 10 O'Clock
Saturday, morning, and taking q seat
by the stove he beeiconed to the pro
prietor and said:
"Sit down here-I want to speak
With yott. 3D. -rtEf -rrF .rr-
He was a man who looked sad
from the crown of his hat to the toes
of his boots. There we're deep care
lines on his face. his eyes were red
and anKiohs looking. and his tattered
Overcoat was drawn in at the waist
by a wide leather belt.
''Can we do anything for you to-
day. asked Che merchant as he sat
dorm.
The sad man slowly wiped his
nose, slowly turned around and slow
lyreplied:
"Sir. it makes me feel sad when
reflect that we have all got to die y
"Yes-um," replied the merchant.
frt'Ghristopher Columbus is dead -
Continued The sad man, sand who
feels bad about it-who sheds tear
over his loss? You and 1 must soon
er or later follow him. and the world
will 90 on just the same.''
"Then You don't want anything
today" queried the merchant after
O painful pause.
sssAnd King James is dead - ex-
claimed the sad man, wiping his
nose again. is anybody weeping
over his loss? Don't folks laf and
Iaa and don't the world go on just
the same ? Sir. it may not be week
before You and [ will be called upon
torest from The labors of life. Doesn't
il make you feel sad when you think
Of it p - -
"Of course, we've all got to die"
replied the merchant as he tossed a
stray nail over among the eight pen.
mics. Tw eH
s "AndreH Jackson is dead" con-
tinued the sad man, a tear falling on
his hand. eyes, Andrew has been
gathered, and a good man has gone
from among rs. Were you acquaint-
ed with him?''
81 believe not" was the answer.
"Well, he was a fine man, and
many a night I have laid awake and
cried to think that he would be seen
Rmongn us no more forever. Yet, do
you hear any wailing and sobbing?
Does anybody seem to care a cent
whether Andrew Jackson is dead or
living? You and I may be the next
to go. apd the world will move on
just the same as if we had never
lived"
F%The world can t. of course, stop
for the death Of one man, no matter
how great" said the merchant.
: That what makes me sad-thaEs
why I weep these tears - answered
the man, wringing his long, peaked
nose with vigorous grief. William
Penn is also dead. Once in q great
while / hear some express sorrow,
but as a general thing the world has
forgotten William with the rest.
Don't it make You 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 us?'
Il have never time to think of
these things" answered the merchant
fondling the coal shaker.
And Shakespeare gone too p ex-
claimed the man. his chin quivering
with agitation. eve may sigh, and
sigh. and sigh, ard 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 a bright lamp has been
extinguished forever ....
"Well, did you want anything in
The line OF hardware?" asked the
as he rose-np.
Can you speak Of hardware to INC
at such time as this 20 exclaimed |
the sad man. 'sKnowing my sad
feelings. seeing these tears and lis
tening to my broken voice, can you
have the heart to try and force hard |
ware upon me p 4
The merchant went over to his |
lesk andth sad man wrnug his nose !
again aud went out.
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