Daily Yellowstone journal., 1883-10-24
He Took a Hint.

Ooiuc .DeTSOus IRE 100 bbtuSf 10 see
vh their company is not agreeable.
II they have an article 70 sell, they
press il, after being told again and
again that il il not wanted. Ii they
are collecting money for u good object,
they insist on everybody giving, as If
men had no right to Judge for them
selves in the matter.
In this way they force persons not
naturally rude to treat them rudely in
self defence.
Delicacy toward the feelings and
judgment of persons is grace to he
cultivated, and which will save
others from apparent rudeness and
ones self from insult.
Simon, the prince of simpletons.
wholly lacked this grace. He hal pa
irons who. while they would MT let him
suffer, urged him TO earn what he
could to support himself. So SIMON
did small jobs about q grocery store,
such as sweeping the sidewalks, grind
ing coffee and running crrands.
One day he came to a friend CRYING
like baby. H was man, though he
looked like gray-haircd boy; and it
was pitiablc rs well as funny to see him
CRY. When asked the cause Of his
grief, he said he was hungry.
Does Mr.. Smith pay you?' asked
his friend.
"No, sir. A week ago he told me
he'd got another hoy now. and didn't
want me no more." sobbed Simon.
"But, he added, Il didn't mind thai,
30 / went next day and lots o. days
after that, just the same. Yesterday no
told one OF the clerks to kick me out
on TO the sidewalk! SO ! went home,
and l amt been there since. IedH
take hint, tell you, siri'
Many who are wiser than simple
Simon have no better idea than he had
Of taking hint. '-Youths' Conan.
ion.
They Are Not Strangers, Mamm.
Not long ago / stood by the death
bed Of little girl. From her birth
she had been afraid Of death. Every
fiber Of her body and soul recoilcd from
the thought of it. Don't let me die"
she said. don't let me de. Hold me
fast. oh / can't 60" Jenny" ] said.
you have two little brothers in the
other world, and thousands If tenGIr.
hearted people over there who will love
you and take care Of YOU Bnt she cried
out again despairiDgly, don't let mo
go: they are strangers over there She
was little country girl, s;rong-limled,
.ir.t q. loot, tanned in the fncr: shc
Mas raised on til. frontier: the fields
Mere her home. In vain We tried 10
reconcile her to the death shat was in
-vitablc. Hold me fast" she cried.
-dont let me GO" But even Ms she was
pleading her little hands relaxed tli-ic
clngiug hold from my waist and lifted
themselves eagerly oloft: lifted them
selves with snch .trainingcffort that they
lifted :he wasted little body from its
reclining position among the pillows.
Her face WAS turned upward; Int Il
was her eyes that told the story. They
were filled with the light Of divine rec.
ugnition. They saw some hing plainly
that We could not see, and they grew
brighter, and her little hand qnivercd
IN cngernes, 10 go where strange por-
tails had opened upon her nstoDished
vision. Bnt even in that supreme mo.
mcnt she did not forget 10 leave word
Of comfort for those who wonld gladly
have died in her place. Mamma" she
WAS saving, "mn'nma, they nre not stran-
gers, I am not afraid" And every in
slant the light burned more gloriousiy
in her blue eyes, till ut last II seemed
NJ il her soul leaped forth upon its ra-
diant waves, anil in that moment her
trembling form relapsed among it, pill
lows and she was gone iIomdns
Horid.