Connecticut western news., 1883-04-04
6. Nj. D.
A Medley. a Mystery, a Marvel and
THE STORY OF A DREAM.

Get money honestly if you can, but get was a foolish fathers advice to his son. Get money, if you can honestly,
 but slight tha 1h tae ocaer There is no harm in making money. It answereth all things. Used rightly it is a power for good, and there IS money enough in the world to form, lever by which the mass of humanity could be lift. ed, to certain extent, out of it's depths of sorrow and despair. Money we must have for money makes the mare go. 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 becatise they are too lazy to work. There are men who never want to see you except to ask the favor of a loan. They will ask for just one wopA 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 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 a moments hesitation. He had gumption, ard knew too much to part with his money by any such rule of subtraction.
 Oh, see, said the impecunious 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 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- CT for it, but upon all, light will dawn ere they read the final word of our story.
 light of hope and help. Light is what certain individual wanted. MT. Jones we will call him. He was very sick. Consump- tion had fastened it's fangs upon him. lie had long neglected catarrh, and laughed at the idea of taking anything for it when ad- worse. His lungs became diseased, hack ing, churchyard cough racked him almost to pieces, and he was fast wasting away. 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 widow and his four bright children orphans, when, To! on one eventful night he dreamed for once 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, "I come to bring you good news Here is your cure-sure, safe, harmless, prompt and reliable. Get we'll 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. M. D. "What can it mean?' he said to himself, as he awoke from his slumber. 'I 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 ill reply and remarked that If he had to consult any more there would have to be Gold Mine Discovered ill order to pay them.
 Every day for week he and his faithful spouse searched diligently for key te the problem. In the dictionary, in such newspapers as they happened to have, 1T books, on placards on the walls-everywhere they sought-hoping to find a clew. Letters | stand for words, and they hoped to igh1 | upon the words that should suggest the cure l They Grieved Many Days over their lack O. 1 good luck, as they said, and the Good Maj | Dreamed again and again, but saw no more | angels. Hope deferred maketh the hear | sick. "Oh, that the angel had Guided M | Definitely and Given More Directions" h, eYclaimed apain and again.
 | Nearly two weeks had elapsed since tn, 1 night of the Great Mysterious Dream, whe1 there came to the house a pamphlet. Tiret with his exhausting office work, which h. in the harness, Jones was about to throv | the pamphlet in the fire when something | prompted him to examine it. Surely | thought he, here can be nothing that vii | Pierce this Gloom Most Distressing, or Give | Me, DishearteI ed, any relief. Poor man he had worked letters over in his mind, ant made so many combinations with them, tha | they occurred in almost every sentence h.
 uttered. They entered even into his pray
 CTS. Heaven Grant Me Deliverance, h. would say, nor let disease Grind Me Down
 and so forth, ad i'lttritetna, and mile or tw'
 beyond.
 Mentally tortured and suffering in ever | fiber of his body, what wonder that read page after sa&ge of the pamphlet. l was work on d5sea 5es, and in the morbi | state of his mind it's contents seemed to sui him. It spoke of almost every disease tha flesh is heir to, but oh. joy! as he read, { Glimpse Most Delightful of light stole il upon him. ''Eurefa! EurekaI' he cried
 f'Wife have it, I 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
 planation. Simple, of course, but why hal
 he not thought of it before? Oh, what rev
 elation! Here was hope for him and for al
 consumptives. Here, hope for sutferln
 friends and neighbors. That night he scarc
 could sleep, but when he did, he again saw
 bright vision of golden letters, in fact,
 Glittering Monogram Deciphered readily
 and reading G. NJ. D.; and again P. P. r.
 and yet agai~ F. P; and one huge r, aroun
 which these others were entwined, and ther
 W. D. M. A. All the letters blended, ye
 book all he again saw in his vision.
 Dream Most Glorious. D. M. G.-G. M
 D.-Again he rang the changes; backward
 forward, every way. Gold Medal Deserved
 M. G. D.-Mscry's Great Deliverer,-ti
 time would faii 10 tell them all P. P. F
 stood for Perfect Peace Promised for sui ferers. and sweet release from Prostratint
 Purgatorial Pains. And again F. F. wa
 Freedom Promised, and backward, P. F.,
 became Pain Elees. Now he could get vel
 and once well, he would be missionary,
 Glad Missionary Devoted to the work o
 telling others how they might get deliver
 ance. He went through the list of disease
 among those of his own acquaintance, fror
 John Robinson, whose torpid liver gave hlr
 constant headache and severe bilious attack
 on through the list of those suffering fror
 ulcers, coughs, weak and diseased lungs,
 his friend, General B----, who was as nef
 the grave as he. And for all these, as We
 as for himself, the Grave May Disappear frol
 present vision, and each may be Given Mo1
 Decades of life than they had hoped to hay
 years. Against the milder cases he marke
 P. P. P. Against the serious cases |