The Bossier banner., 1886-04-01
WILL-POWER.
It's Lamentable Failure to Work In the
Case of One Mans Resolution.

Its Lamentable Failure to Work In the
Case of One Mans Resolution.
No man likes to have any one tell
him that he has no will-power. A mans
weakest spot of conceit is the supposi-
ton of personal possession of will
power. My friend Bjinks got very
wrathy when friend told him that he
(Bjinks) hadn't will-power enough to
stop chewing tobacco. "Whati I've
got no will-power Why, man alive,
you don't know me. I've quit buck
wheat cakes. I used to be perfect
slave to the deadly griddle placques.
II
Eyes, you've quit them because your
wife's mother will not allow her rooms
to be smoked and scented up any more. :"
W-well! Isn't my allowing my
wife's mother to set her foot down
upon one of my pleasures one of the
grandest manifestations of will-power.
I'd like to knowpn clustered Biinks.
"It might be but, all the same, re-
iterate, you haven't got will-power
| enough to quit chewing tobacco
Haven't, heyp See here, I'm going
rabbit-hunting tomorrow. When re-
turn shall be able to tell you that I've
formed solemn resolution to quit
| chewing. You can believe me. If
there is any one thing more than an
other that I'm proud OF, its my i'm
mense-n
every well. Try it on, and good
luck to you, Bjinks. suppose you'll
come back from rabbit hunting hump
backed with will-power instead of
game. Good morningr' and Bjinks's
friend took his departure.
i've got no will-power! Humph!
I'm proud of my will-power. When 1
put my foot down; to do thing, do
it. A stone wall couldn't turn me out
of my way, when say go. Can't quit
chewing! Nonsense! Any man can
| do thing when once he sets out to do
it. I'll go rabbit-hunting tomorrow,
and to show my friend that I've got
will-power enough to pass round
among my neighbors, I'll form the
resolution to quit chewing while I'm
on the chase. Will-power! Bah! Only
/ children and weak. puny women haven't
any will-power.'
Thus Bjinks unused as he wended his
way toward his Office. All day long
he chewed vigorously. Tomorrow he
will manifest the stupendous abun-
/ dance of will-power which can be en-
/ compassed in one human frame, 5 feet
/ 81 inches, weighing 113 pounds.
When the roseate blush of early
morn peeped through the windows OF
the house, Bjinks arose, got his gun,
! called his dog, and started forth to slay
the gentle rabbit. The air was crisp
and fresh. Biinks felt as buoyant as d
boy with little red bob-sled. He
felt new strength within him. He
feels more manly, more like one oi
natures noblemen, and less serf to
slavish habit. His thoughts rove to
his ciiildhood's days, when he wore q
chip hat and went fishing with a pin
hook; when he drove the cows home to
milk, and stole cream off the pans in
the cellar (when he got thrashine
for that act and various other little
mistaken ideas of life too numerous to
mention); when he wove the wreath
of romance from the pages of dime
novel, and went forth bent for the
trackless plains to slay redskins with a
hammerless pistol and brass pair OF
false knuckles. All these and various
other items connected with his days oi
freedom Illuminated the research of his
memory. He is once more free
He slaps his hand upon his hip
pocket. He halts and stares about
him. A cotton-tailed rabbit sits upon
its haunches and blinks its curious eyes
and points its rose-tinted ears at him
"Great heavens! I've come away with
out my tob- Pshaw! How foolish I am
Aha! will-power Bjinks; will-power. :
The rabbit flashed out of sight and thu
man of stupendous will plodded on il
search of tracks.
/ His thoughts went back to his spark
ing days. The little parlor with a fire
/ Id winter and dampness in summer
this gate that swung without creal
when he entered at eight, but groanee
enough to wake the seven sleepers
when he went out at three the mex
morning; the attenuated bundle of con
versation he was wont to throw at hi!
| darling seven nights in the week; thu
pop-the syes''-the holy altar o
matri--
4 s.By heavens / must have been i
blockhead! Here t am five miles from
home without my tob- Pshaw! non
sense; will-power, Bjinks; will-powerr
It was struggle. 1t was a relentless
endless, eeaseless struggle. He saw
half dozen rabbits. He shot at them
He didn't bag a single rabbit Hi
hand was very unsteady But he wa
growing big in his own eyes; for-hi
immense will-power. He hurried owe
the ground as quick as possible AM
make tracks for the town. The frs
man he met was his friend who ha
twitted him about not having will
! power. s.Ah! my festive Nimrod
Been shooting. eh? Got bag l.
s.For the sake of Heaven and suffer
J ing man, give me a chewf' groane
8 Bjinks, abjectedly.
81 ssWill-pow
i BE hanged to It! Your plug-of
thanks. Good morning." and Blink
went home feeling like a man agaii
but very sensitive on the question {
J, will-power.-H s. Keller, IN Bosto
| Globe.
, AT recent meeting Of the Thur