Smyrna times., 1885-10-14
A Short Chapter With a Moral
to It.

into the world without clothes on, and
regard such an act as an outrage upon
the the rules of common decency. But
when he has talents which he knows
are worthy of recognition and that none
of his neighbOrs seem to know that
he is likely to blame them for not
knowing what he knows they ought
to know.
Eighteen years ago I was eighteen
years younger than am now. Being
man of parts, and skilled in lore of diff
ferent kinds, saw in myself a fitness
for several high offices. The fitness"
however, so it seemed, was seen by
no one else. Election times came and
went, and Office helpers took no more
notice of me than tramp might take
of telegraph pole when counting ties
from Ohota to Marquette.
So much Indifference made me mis- |
anthrOpic and mentally dyspeptic; and
at last made up my mind to leave the
great party to which 1 belonged and
join the other. Perhaps they would
see my fitness and run me for an
office of some kind.
Just then my friend, Solomon Wise,
entered. Solomon was an odd-loOking
mortal, and his ways were odd too.
His picture might have passed for an
ideal picture of Don Quixote, but in
him there was nothing QuixOtic. He
was wise man, and his words were
full of wisdom.
Seated beside him told him what
was about to do. While I spoke, he
sat like statue, and as mute. When
1 had finished, he rose, saying:
Follow me and 1 will tale un-
fold"
followed him down the road till we
came to the body of a dog that had
died the day before. Standing beside
the carcass, Solomon drew from his
pocket a red cotton handkerchief, and,
wiping away tear, said:
4" Do you see that dOg?"
"Yes.n
WELL" he continued, "when he
was only pup he came to my home
and my possession. He was hand
some pup, and we fed him we'll and
used him tenderly. When he became
a dog, everybody admired him for his
intelligence and prepossessing appear
ance. But early in life he showed a
disposition to ramble. If you went
from Rothsay to Flora he was after
you, and if you went to Jericho he was
there before you. At last he left US
altogether and went to Brawley's,
and they, being Christian and gen.
erOus people, gave him all that he
could eat and were attentive to his
various wants. But they were poor,
and, his prOclivities being aristocratic,
he wasn't content with the humble
life he had to lead. Leaving them, he
took up with a parson, and the parson
took up with him and he and the par
son were fast friends until one Sunday
he worked himself into the church Un.
known to his reverence. When the
organ and the choir started, he sal
himself up, let his ears fall back, closed
his eyes, pointed his nose towards the
ceiling, opened his mouth, and begaT
a dismal howl. At first his reverence
thought the sounds came from {
Mrs. Delphray, vain old woman whC
thought she could sing and couldn'
sing, and who always spoiled the sing
ing whenever she tried to sing. Al
angy flush covered his face, and h.
was about to command her to be silen
in the church when he discovered tina
it wasn't her at all, but his dog tryinl
himself at tenor descending in haste
!. and l fear in anger, from the elevation
on which he stood, he kicked him Ou
of the sacred precincts. Being a sensi
tive and high-minded dog, he tool
strang exceptions to treatment so rougl
/. and unceremoniOus, and then ant
there, he left his reverence. After tina
he never stayed long at one place. Il
a week he was here, there, and al
over; and at last the neighbors a
turned their faces against him. The!
said he was a dog OF expediency only
> and a stranger to fixed principles; ant
in concert they voted him a nuisance
When he came to their doors no on
- offered him bone or a crust, nor wa
his presence tolerated. When schoC
q boys saw him they pelted him wit
: sticks and stones, and if they caugh
v him they tied tin pots and firecracker
: to his tail and set him flying like tn
C wind. Thus he continued to wander
i despised and homeless vagrant, neve
$ meeting a pitying friend nor a genel
S. Gus foe, till at last, on a cold Decembe
j day, he lay down and died-died wher
q you see him now-died of a broker
+ heart and an empty stomach. Now t
It all this here is the moral.
'e You may leave the great party
Il which you belong and join the oppos
" ton, and in short time become di:
satisfied with them too. Then jOi
1t another, and so keep on joining an
n, leaving until everybody becomes a
r sured of your instability and votes yo
n a political nuisance. And at last yo
a may find yourself dying by the yer
a side of political indifference without
ch friend from any of the great parties
Id which you have belonged to close yOI
. eyes, and wish you God-speed on IL
long uncertain journey you are abol
to make. ."-Teras Siftings.
iv After you have suffered for yea
he from nervous prOstation, malarial fevC
,st debility, insomnia, indigestion and
'er dozen other complaints, and have e
II hausted the patience of your physici'
he and your family, and have settled dow
nd to the beliefyOu are q confirmed invali
M then try DIR. Henley's Celery, Beefar
Iron, you will soon discover a renew,
vigor of life, the blood will grow riC