The Dickinson press., 1888-06-30
NATURES POINTERS.
THE DANGER SIGNALS THAT TELL
OF TROUBLE AHEAD.

We Are Loath to Face the Fact That the
Human Machine is Wearing Out-A
ings.
Nature is one Of tho kindest of mothers.
She is ever ON the affectionate alert to let her
million children know of the ills that menace
them and to hoist the danger signal that tells
of trouble ahead. For years you have been
accustomed to read IN hour or two or three
hours at night without your sight being in
tue least affected. You can still see the de.
tails of the Oakland hills and mako out
where tho few redwoods are left back Of San
Mateo. No type bothers you and you have
no particular focus of vision. Latterly, how
ever, youhave begun to notice that toward the
end OF your seances your eyes become a trife
blurred, that the black of tho ink grows
grayer and that you require another gas Jet
or tho lamp q little nearer to your elbow.
There is your warning, and he alone is
wise who heeds it You have received a
pointer Of the most valuable description. 1t
means that you are wearing out your eyes
and that the blessed gift of good sight is be-
ing trifled with. To let this warning go BY
UNDECIDED is criminal, both in intent and
action.
The trouble with us is that we will not
prepare for the tornado until it is upon us:
that we rant u clubbing to find out that our
skull can be cracked. We are loath to bring
ourselves face to face with the fact that the
machine Is wearing out, and wc almost take
it Us IN insult when told that we are not as
young as we might be. So it happens that
we find we cannot run up a hill with the
same degree of elasticity that we were wont
to have, and that when VIC arrive at the ton
we have bellows to mend, we ascribe these
facts to a heavy dinner, the state of the at
mosphere, tight boots, or to any other cause
except the right one-increasing years.
BETTER AVOID A RUSH.
That heavily beating heart that thumps
against your ribs when the run is over is one
of natures pointers, and one given with a
good deal of seriousness, too. It indicates
that the heart stock is weakening; that there
is too much fatty debris in tho cardiac dis.
trict, and that unless you want a smash in
the market you had better avoid anything
like q rush. Physiologically, tho heart
is only a big muscle, but it is also
tho great clock of tho human system.
Its tick tick goes on from the cradle
to tho coffin, and it beats off the seconds of
our lives, tangibly, audibly and ceaselessly.
SO long as our horoscope permits. But most
of all should we remember that it isa alarm
clock, its warnings being varied, but unmis.
taxable. There is tho intermittent beat. tho
futtcr, the rattle and the wild throb-all
pointers offered us by nature. Something is
wrong. Perhaps it is only a case of indi.
gestion, OF the lack of n little iron in the
blood, or the presence of an extra amount of
stimulant, but whatever it is, we are hero
afforded an opportunity of finding out
whether the trouble is temporary or pcrma.
nent. The one with care can BIO removed.
tho other with care can be alleviated. Fail
to heed tho warning, and some time when
you are making an after dinner speech YOU
will fall forward on the table and never rend
your obituary notice.
Your barber ono day sends the cold shivers
down your back by telling you that your
hair is getting thin on the top of your head.
You had known it already; you had noticed
for very many weeks past that your brushes
carried of a sad lot of your crop in its
bristles every time you used them, and bv
tho use of your hand glass and the mirror
you had found out that the scalp on the
crown was beginning to show through. that
the parting was getting very broad and the
forehead very high. All this you had known.
but you had thought it a secret between
yourself and your mirror, so that when the
barber brutally tells you that the effects of
the thinning out process are plain to every
one, you cannot help being shocked. When
you get home you put yourself in a strong
light and go in for a regular inspection Of
Times ravages. The result is deplorable.
There in the temporal locks, cunningly hid.
len away under the darker hair, are two or
three threads Of gray, while, as though the
gentleman with the hour glass had struck
you in the back of the neck, in the short
hairs Of the nape two or three more white
ones are seen.
PUT AWAY FOOLISH THINGS.