The bee., 1883-04-14
G. M, I'D.
Miracle.
THE STORY OF A DREAM.


Get money honestly if You can. but get
money" was a foolish fathers advice to
his son. Get money, if you can honestly,
makes but a slight alteration in the order
of the words. but varies the sentiment con-
siderably. There is no harm In making
money. 1t answereth all things. Used
rightly it is power for good, and there Is
morey enougiin the world to form lever
by which tie mass of humanity could be llft.
ed, to a certain extent, out of its depths OF
sorrow and despair. Money we must have
for money makes the mare 60. Some can
make money who have no faculty for saving.
Would you save you must know how to deny
those who would l.rrow 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 or a
loan. They will ask for just one word with
you. and that one word Is sure to be money.
An impecunious fellow met a rich acquaint-
auce. and not liking to ask dll ttly 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, l see, said the impecunious man thus
rebuffei. He was able to owe. DE was
ore of the Micawber sort-always waiting
for something to turn up. How like some
reoCle who are sick. They think to get well
by letting disease take care of itself. But
discusses 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
who have keen insight and can read between
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 81 i'll. and so it viii,
light of hope and help. Light is what a
certain individual wanted. Mr.. Jones we
will call him. He was very sick. Consu1np
ton had fastened its fangs upon him. he
had long neglected catarrh, and laughed at
the idea of taking anything for it when adj
vise1 to do so. and so went from bad TO
worse. His longs became diseased, 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 a. night, or slept only to dream
horrible deans. Talk of nightmare! A
whole circus troupe, horses and al, seemed
to make his bed tie al ena of their wild per-
formances. In this case money did not
make the mare go, for he spe-t a deal Ct
money, on doctors and physics and was
nothing bettsrad. He ate little, and was
fast going down to an untiInely grave. leay-
ing his wife q widow and his four bright
children orphans. when, 10! on one eyentful
night he dreamed for once bright and
happy dire am, which our next paragraph will
relate.
Death, the black-yisaged 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 cure"
With these words the angel was gone, but tere
the trail Of light which followed him had
vanished the dreamer saw gittering in the
light three golden letters-G. NJ. ID. "What
can it mean?' he said to himself, as he
awoke from his slumber. 81 lave had
Cood Many Dreams before, but never such
as this" Startled and surprised Ee aroused
his wife and to her related his vision. Alas,
she could not solve the problem. Remem-
bering all the medical advice, ard the physic,
and the expense involved since her husband
became SICK she expressed the hope that the
letters were not intended to suggest that
Good Many Doctors must yet be consulted
i'll addition to all that had been interviewed.
lie groaned in reply and remarked that if he
be q Gold Mine Discovered IN order to pay
them.
Every day for a week he and his faithful
spouse searched diligently for a key to
the problem. In the dictionary, in such
newspapers as they happened to have, in
books, on placards on the walls-everyw where
they sought-hoping to find c.ew. Letters
stand for words, aud 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 Coed Man
Dreamed again and again, but saw no more
angels. Hope deferred maketh the heart
sick. "Oh, that the angel had Guided Me
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 II possible 10 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
Ne, Disheartered, 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 pray
ers. Heaven Grant Me Deiiyerance, he
would say, nor let disease Grind Me Down,
and so forth, ad minimum, ard mile or two
beyond.
Mentally tortured and 81 fering in every
fiber of his body, what won ar that lie
read page after page of the Tam lhlet. lt
was work on diseases, and In the morbid
state of his mind its contents seemed to suit
him. It spoke of almost every disease that
flesh is heir to, but oh, JOY! rs he read, a
GlimI So Most Delightful OF light stole IN
l l. n.I.,f LrIra atrnl a
"Wife Ihaye 1t, have it."
Everybody in the house heard him cry
Eureka, and rushed to the room to hear
| what he had found. All expected to see some
| Great Miracle Done, and then came the ex-
PLANTATION. Simple. of course, but why had
| he not thought of it before? Oh, what rev.
elationl Here was hope for him and for all
friends aad neighbors. That night he scaIes
could sleep, but when he did, he again saw
bright vision of golden letters, in fact, a
| GIittering Monogram Deciphered readily,
| md reading G. NJ. D.; and again =. L. T.,
and yet again +. p; and one huge L. around
which these oilers were entwlned, and then
W. d. M. A. All the letters blended, yet
each was di tinet. 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.
M. G. D.-Misery's Great Deliverer,-till
! time would fail to tell them all. p. p. p.
I stood for Perfect Peace Promised for suf-
/ fegers. and sweet release from Prostrating
Purgatorial Pains. And again F. p. was
Freedom Promised and backward, P. F., it
| became Pain Flees. Now he could get well,
and once we'll, 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 III ,se 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
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