St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1886-04-10
Wlll.POWE
It's Lamentable Failure to Work In the
Case of One Mans Resolution.


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 suppose
ton of personal possession Of will
power. My friend Bjinks got very
wrathy when a friend told him that he
(Bjinks) hadn't will-power enough to
stop chewing tobacco. what! I've
got no will-power Why, man alive,
YOU don't know me. I've quit buck
wheat cakes ] used to be a perfect
slave to the deadly griddle placques
| ="
"Yes, 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 know?' clustered Bjinks.
ut might be but, all the same, l re-
iterate. you haven't got will-power
enough to quit chewing tobacco"
Haven't. hey? See here. I'm going
rabbit-hunting tomorrow. When l re-
turn shall be able to tell you that I've
formed a 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 inn
menSe-"
"Very 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.
"Tve got no will-pOwer! Humph.
I'm proud of my will-power. When l
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 a thing when once he sets out to do
it. I'll 60 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."
iuusCa sts IC "SIluto
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 1l3 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
boy with little red bob-sled IL,
felt new strength within him. H.
feels more manly. more like one OF
natures noblcmen. and less Scrf to
slavish habit. His thoughts rove to
his childhoods days. when he wore Il
chip hat and went fishing with pin
hook: when he drove the cows home to
milk. and stole cream off the pans i'm
the cellar (when he got thra>hing
for that act and various other little
mistaken ideas of life too numerous to
mcntion): 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
hammerlesS pistol aud brass pair of
false knuckle>. All thrs" and various
other items connected with his DAYS of
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 launches and blinks its curious eyes
t,,,t.,l L..
..Grca, heavens. I've come away with.
out my tob- Pshaw, How foolish am
Aha. will-power. Biinks; will-power'
The rabbit flashed out of sight and the
man of stupendous will plod,led on ir
search of tracks.
His thoughts went back to his spark.
ing days. The little parlor with fire
in winter and dampness in summer:
this gate that swung without creak
when he entered at eight, but groaned
enough to wake the seven sleepers
when he went out ut three the next
morning: the attenuated bundle of con-
versation he was wont to throw at his
darling seven nights in the week; the
pop-the '.yes'-the holy altar Of
matri-
by heavens / must have been "a
blockhead! Here am five miles from
home without my tob- Pshaw! nom
sense: will-power. Bjinks: will-power-'
1t was struggle. 1t was a relentless.
endless. cea>eless struggle. He saw
half dozen rabbits. He shot Mt them.
He didn't bag a single rabbit. His
hand was very unsteady. But he was
growing big in his own eyes; for-his
immense will-power. He hurried over
the ground as quick rs possible and
make tracks for the town. The first
man he met was his friend who had
twitted him about not having will
power. ..Ah! my festive Nimrod.
Been shooting. eh? Got bag L"
For the sake of Heaven and suffer-
ing man. give me chew!' groaned
Bjinks, abjectedly.
''Will-pow-"
BE hanged to it! Your plug-oh
thanks. Good morning. and Bjinks
went home feeling like man again.
but very sensitive on the question OF
will-power.--H s. Keller, in Bosto,
Globe
II Was His Game.
There was great clatter and claw.