Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-04-25

! Medley. a Mystery, a Marvel and q
Miracle.
THE STORY OF A DREAM.

money, was 1OollSn Iatner hu'ice u
his son. Get money. if you can honestly
makes but a slight alteration in the orde
of the words. but varies the sentiment con
siderably. There is no harm in making
money. It answereth all things. Usec
rightly ii is a power for good, and there l:
money enough in the world to form lever
by which the mass of humanity could be lift
ed, TO a certain extent, out of its depths OF
sorrow and despair. Money we must have
for money makes the mare go. Some car
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 9
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 dnectly for
loan, said, "Friend Smith, if you had ten
dollars in your pocket, and was to ask you
for the loan of five, how many would remain
in your pocket?" 'Ten dollars, to 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.
Oh, i see, said the impecunious man thus
rebuffed. He was able to owe. He was
one of the Micawber sort-always waiting
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 paragraphs tell the
story. as patient perusal will prove. Those
hat
the lines may solve the conundrum the soon-
er for it, but upon all, light will dawn ere
they read the final word of our story.
Light will dawn, we said, and so it will,
light of hope and help. Light Is what a
certain individual wanted. Mr.. Jones we
will call him. He was very sick. Consump-
ton had fastened its fangs upon him. be
had long neglected catarrh, and laughed at
the idea of taking anything for it when ad-
vised to do SO, and so went from bad to
worse. His lungs became diseased, a hack
ing, churchyard 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 nightmare! A
whole circus troupe, horses and all, seemed
TO make his bed the arena of their wild per-
formances. 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 untimely grave, leav-
ING his wife a 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.
Death, the black-visaged monster, had
until then stared him in the face, but the
dream brought him hope. He saw bright,
white -robed angel in his dream, who said,
Il 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 curer'
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. ID. ''What
can it meanl'' he said to himself, as he
awoke from his slumber. II have had a
Good Many Dreams before, but never such
as this" Startled and surprised he aroused
his wife and to her related his vision. Alas,
she could not solve the problem. Remem-
bering all the medical advice, and the physic,
and the expense involved since her husband
became sick, she expressed the hope that the
letters were not intended to suggest that a
Good Many Doctors 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 Gold Mine Discovered ID order to pay
them.
Every day for a 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-everywhere
they sought-hoping to find clew. Letters
stand for words, and they hoped to light
upon the words that should suggest the cure
They Grieyed Many Days over 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 hear
sick. ''Oh, that the angel had Guided Ne
Definitely and Given More Directions" he
exclaimed, again and again.
Nearly two weeks had elapsed since the
night of the Great Mysterious Dream, when
there came to the house pamphlet. Tired
with his exhausting office work, which he
still pursued. determining If possible 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 Distressing, or Give
Me. Disheartened, any relief. Poor man
he bad worked letters over in his mind, anc
made so many combinations with them, that
they occurred in almost every sentence hi
uttered. They entered even into his pray
ers. Heaven Grant Me Deliverance, ht
would say, nor let disease Grind Me Down
and so forth, dd i,liHitum, and mile or two
bevond.
Mentally tortured and suffering in ever
fiber of his body, what wonder that b
read page after page of the pamphlet. |
was work on diseases, and in the morbi
state of his mind its contents seemed to sui
him. 1t spoke of almost every disease tina
flesh is heir to, but oh, joy! as he read, {
Glimpse Most Delightful of light stole il
upon him. "Eurekal Eurekar' he cried
''Wife, Ihave it, have it"
Everybody in the house heard him CT.
Eureka, and rushed to the room to hea
what he had found. All expected to see som,
Great Miracle Done, and then came the ex
PLANTATION. Simple, of course, but why haG
he not thought of il before? Oh, what a rev
elationl Here was hope for him and for al
consumptives. Here, hope for suffering
friends and neighbors. That night he scare
could sleep, but when he did, he again saw
bright vision of golden letters, in fact, 6
Glittering Monogram Deciphered readily,
and reading g. NJ. D.: and again p. Z. p.
and yet again F. p; and one huge p. arounC
which these Others were entwined, and then
W. ID. NJ. A. All the letters blended, yei
each was di tinct. All he had seen in the
book. all he again saw in his vision.
Dream Most Glorious. ID. NJ. G.-G. NJ
D.-Again he rang the changes; backward
forward, every way. GOld Medal Deserved
NJ. G.. D.-Misery's Great Deliverer,-til
time would fail to tell them all. p. p p
stood for Perfect Peace Promised for suf
fe-ers. and sweet release from Frustrating
Purgatorial Pains. And again f. p. was
Freedom Promised. and backward p. F., il
became Pain Flees. Now he could get well
and once well. he would be a missionary, 6
Glad Missionary Devoted to the work OF
telling Others how they might get deliver
ance. He went through the list of disease:
among those of his own acquaintance, from
John Robinson, whose torpid liver gave him
constant headache and severe bilious attacks,
on through the list of those suffering from
ulcers, coughs, weak and diseased lungs, to
his friend, General B, who was as neal
the grave as he. And for all these, as well
as for himself, the Grave May Disappear from
present vision, and each may be Given More
Decades of life than they had hoped to have
years. Against the milder cases he marked
p. p. p. Against the serious cases he
marked G. NJ. D., not the Grizzly Monster
Death, which he so long had dreaded. but
something-oh, SO much better, as We shall
presently see.
In short while our hero was well, and
went everywhere among his friends and
neighbors, telling of his good fortune and
showing The sick and the suffering how tn
might be healed. Some laughed and con
tinued to suffer, refusing TO be healed. Mor'
we're wise, took his counsel and proved hi.
vision of the night as he had done.