The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1883-05-03

A Medley. . Mystery, a Marvel and
Miracle.
The story of . Dream.

IS ~ ct money, honestly il you can, but
" get money!" was a foolish fathers
advice 10 his sou. Get money, IL you can
honestly, makes but n slight alteration in
the order of the words, but varies the sem
timent considerably. There Is no harm IN
making money. II answereth all things.
Used rightly, it is power for good, and
there is money enough in the world to form
a lever by which the mass of humanity
could be lifted, to a certain extent, out OF
its depths Of sorrow and despair. Money
we must have for money makes the mare
90 Some can make money who have no
faculty for saving. Would you save you
must know how to deny those who would
borrow and never repay as well as those
who beg simply because they are too lazy
TO work. There are men who never want
to see YOU except TO ask the favor of loan.
They will ask for just one word with you,
and that one word is sure to be money. An
impecunious fellow met rich acquaint-
ance. and not liking to ask directly for a
loan. said, Friend Smith, il you had ten
dollars in your pocket and was to ask you
for the loan of five, how many would re-
main in your pocketE, Ten dollars, 10
be sure {" replied the rich man, without
moments hesitation. He had gumption,
and knew too much TO part with his money
by any such rule of subtraction.
~ | see said the impeCnniouS man thus
" rebuffed. He was able to owe. He was
one of the Micawber sOrt-always waiting
for something to turn up. How like some
people who are sick. They think to get
well by letting disease take care of itself.
But diseases do not heal themselves, and
too late their victims full often find this out
to their sorrow as death seiZes upon them.
Had they been wise in time they might
have added many years to their lease OF
life. The cure was nigh them, as it is nigh
to all who read this medley. These para
graphs tell the story, as patient peruSal
will prove. Those who have keen insight
and can read between the lines may solve
the conundrum the sooner for 4, but upon
all light will dawn ere they read the final
word of our story.
i light will dawn, we said, and so it will,
II light of hope and help. Light is what
a certain individual wanted. Mr.. Jones we
will call him. He was very sick. Con-
sumption had fastened its fangs upon him.
He had longneglected catarrh, and laughed
at the idea of taking anything for it when
advised to do so, and so went from bad to
worse. His lungs became diseased, hack
ing, church-yard cough racked him almost
to pieces, and he was fast wasting away.
A mere shadow of his former self, he
scarcely slept at all at night, or slept only
to dream horrible dreams. Talk of night
mare! A whole circus troupe, horses and
all, seemed to make his bed the arena of
their wild performances. In this case
money did not make the mare go, for he
spent a deal of money on doctors and
physics and was nothing bettered. He ate
little, and was fast going down to an UNI
timely grave, leaving his wife Il widow and
his four bright children orphans, when, 10!
on one eventful night he dreamed for once
a bright and happy dream, which our next
paragraph will relate.
Meath, the black-visaged monster, had
II until then stared him in the face, but the
dream brought him hope. He saw bright,
white-robed angel in his dream, who said:
" come to bring you good news. Here is
your cure-sure, safe, harmless, prompt,
and reliable. Get well and seek to take
health thereby to others. Behold the cure!"
With these words the angel was gone, but
ere the trail of light which followed him
had vanished the dreamer saw glittering in
the light three golden letters-G. NJ. d.
I" What cah it mean?" he said to himself,
as he awnke from his slumber. 81 have
had a Good Many Dreams before, but new
er such as this" Startled and surprised,
he aroused his wife and to her related his
vision. Alas, she could not solve the prob
lem. Remembering all the medical advice,
and the physic, and the expense involved
since her husband became sick, she ex-
pressed the hope that the letters were not
intended to suggest that Good Many Doc
tors must yet be consulted in addition to
all that had been interviewed. He groaned
in reply and remarked that if he had to
consult any more there would have to be
a Gold Mine Discovered in order to pay
them.
livery day for week he and his faithful
~ spouse searched diligently for key
to the problem. In the dictionary, in such
newspapers as they happened to have, in
books, on placards on the walls-every-
where they sought-hOping to find a clue.
Letters stand for words, and they hoped to
light upon the words that would suggest
n
their lack of good luck, as they said, and
the Good Man Dreamed again and again,
but saw no more angels. Hope deferred
maketh the heart sick. sob, that the angel
had Guided Me Definitely and Given More
Directions" he exclaimed, again and again.
~ early two weeks had elapsed since the
~ night of the Great Mysterious Dream,
Tired with his exhausting Office work,
which he still pursued, determining if pos
sible to die in the harness, Jones was about
to throw the pamphlet in the fire when
something prompted him to examine it.
Surely, thought he. here can be nothing
that will Pierce this Gloom Most Distress
ing, or Give Me, Disheartened, any relief.
Poor man, he had worked letters over in
HIS mind, and made so many combinations
with them, that they occurred in almost
every sentence he uttered. They entered
even into his prayers. Heaven Grant Me
DellVeFdntb, ne "Ouiu say, llOl Itu ulStuSe
Grind Me Down, and so forth, dd tnfnitum,
and mile or two beyond.
al entally tortured and suffering in every
IVA fibre of his body, what wonder that he
read page after page of the pamphlet. II
was a work on diseases, and in the morbid
state of his mind its contents seemed to
suit him. 1t spoke of almost every dis
ease that flesh is heir to, but oh, joy! as
he read, Glimpse Most Delightful OF
light stole in upon him. Eureka! Eu'
reka" he cried. "Wife, have it, l have
it."
Everybody in the house heard him cry
IL Eureka, and rushed to the room to hear
some Great Miracle Done, and then came
the explanation. Simple, of course, but
why had he not thought of it before? Oh
what a revelation! Here was hope for
him and for all consumptiyes. Here, hope
for suffering friends and neighbOrs. That
night he scarce could sleep, but when he
did, he again saw bright vision of golden
letters, in fact, Glittering Monogram De-
ciphered readily, and reading G.. Nj. D.;
and again Z. p. p, and yet again +. P,
and one huge p, around which these others
were entwined, and then w. ID. NJ. A. All
the letters blended, yet each was distinct.
All he had seen in the book, all he agaii
saw in his vision.
Dream Most Glorious. ID. NJ. &C. M.
~ D.-Again he rang the changes; back
ward, forward, every way. Gold Medal De-
served. NJ. &. D.-Misery's Great Deliverer
till time would fail to tell them all. p. p Z.
stood for Perfect Peace Promised for suffer
ers, and sweet release from Frustrating
Purgatorial Pains. And again F. P. was
Freedom Promised, and backward, p. F., it
became Pain Flees. Now he could get we'll,
and once well, he would be missionary, a
Glad Missionary Devoted to the work of
telling others how they might get deliver
ance. He went through the list of diseases
among those of his own acquaintance,
from John Robinson, whose torpid liver