Iron County register., 1885-06-04
groll Gonutp aeai5ter
A Time for Everything.

NV son, it isn't so much the manner
IN which, as the time at which, you ape
proach man. Now, this blessed, or
rather bothered morning. have cold,
and a distracting one. l weep at the
nose; my bones ache, the cinders and
dust of twelve hundred miles of con.
tinuous railway travel fill my eyes and
ears and my entire system. 1 open my
mouth to breathe because my nose is
utterly useless rs a breathing thing, and
consequently / snore even while waken.
l am feeling too wretchedly cross and
generally miserable for anything.
Well: about half an hour ago cometh
to my lair my sister. who places the
morning mail upon my desk. Six let
ters. On such a morning as this. Well,
thank heaven, letters are easily dis
posed of. Visitors l might not be able
to evade, letters-ha, hal With savage
Joy l tore every last one of them into
more fragments than there were words
in all six of them, and jammed them
into the waste basket. That's the
way to answer letters,' said. grimly,
''why can't people have some sense
about writing letters, and not poster q
fellow when he wants to sneeZeY'
Now, that was all wrong, am will
ing to admit, even now. Not that l am
already penitent, oh. bless you, no. 1
am glad [ did it. wish there had been
more of them to tear up. / am going
to tear up a lot that came Yesterday,
but there won't be much pleasure in
that, because / have read them. But
this mornings mail l never opened and
will never know anything about it.
August Is is my cross day, and don't
you forget it. But tomorrow will be
sorry for it. Every body is penitent to-
morrow. Every time | get awfully
cross l order my hair shirt aired and
the robe of sackcloth hung out in the
back yard convenient to the ash heap.
/ know | will have acres of mourning to
do during the ensuing twenty-four
hours. Twas ever thus: "The good
that would do do not; but the evil
which | would not, that l DO" Yea,
verify, will sit up at night and go out
of my way to do it.
Be careful then. my son, when you
approach man. Don't worry so much
about your m inner, if you are dead
certain that you have struck the right
time. Don't depend so much upon
your fascinating ways as upon the
mans receptive mood. Never ask
favor of q man who is on the point OF
answering his mail with a match.
Don't talk YOUR Dakota land scheme
to hungry man. Never try to borrow
money of man who has just missed
the last car and has to walk home.
Don't try to sell tickets for the fair and
ice-cream festival to the man who is
despondent with some new kind OF
dyspepsia. Don't read your petition to
him while he is being shaved Don't
try to explain the nature of the securl-
ties you offer by talking to him through
transom of the bathroom while he is
taking a tub. Don't describe your rec
concentrations, qualifications and in
dorsements tor the place while he is
running for the ferry and you are vain
ly trying to keep near him. Don't
knock at his door after he has gone to
bed and tell him not to get up, You'll
just talk through the key-hole. Don't
approach mau at these times, and
''You didn't suppose anybody ever
did approach a man on matters of bust.
ness under such circumstances"
Oh, foolish boy. you have much to
learn; all these things are done by
various classes of fools every day.
Why, worse than that. There ara peo-
pie who write letters to fellow when
they might know he would be in an i'll
humor by the time they reached him.
wish | knew who those letters were
from, anyhow. What, no, without
there! If that hair shirt is aired, bring
it here.-Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle.