Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-02-07

fed with the progress they were max
ing. The gasometer had lost quarter of a
ton in ten days, and showed the record with
pride on his belt, and he walked briskly
across the room, smiling in q vast and lu-
minous way, like harvest moon, and said
he couldn't have done that when he arrived
here. He buttoned his coat around his
equator and showed how loose it Hss It
was pretty to see his happiness, it was so
childlike and honest He set his feet to-
gether and leaned out over his person and
proved that he could see them. He said he
hadn't seen them from that point before for
10 years He had a hand like boxing
glove, and on one of his fingers he had just
found a diamond ring which he had missed
1lpears ago.
The minute the derrick got chance he
broke in and began to tell how he was pill
ing on blubber right along-three-duarter
of an ounce every four days; and he was
still piping away when was sent for.
left the fat man standing there painting and
blowing, and swelling and collapsing like q
balloon, his next speech all ready, you see,
and urgent fo- delivery.
They Talk About Their Livers.
The patients are always at that sort of
thing, trying to talk each other to death.
The fat ones and the lean ones are nearly
the worst at it, but not quite; the dyspep-
tics are the worst. They are at it day and
night and all along. They have more symp-
toms than all the others put together. and
so there is more variety of experience, more
change of condition, more adventure, and
consequently more play for the Imagination,
more scope tor lying, and in every way big
ger field for talk. Go where you will, hide
where you may, you cannot escape that
the street, in the shop, in the theater, in
the music grounds. Wherever you see two
or dozen people of ordinary bulk talking
together, you know they are talking about
their livers. When you first arrive here
your new acquaintances seem sad and hard
to talk to, but pretty soon you get the lay
of the land and the hang of things, and
after that you haven't any more trouble.
You look into the dreary, dull eye, and
and say: "Well, how's your iver?"
You will see that dim eve fash up with q
grateful flame, and you will see that jaw
begin to work, and you will recognize that
nothing is required of you from this out but
to listen so long as you remain conscious.
After few days you will begin to notice
that out of these peoples talk a gospel is
framing itself, and next you will find your
self believing it. 1t is this-that man is
not what his rearing, his schooling, his be-
liefs, his principles make him, he is what
his liver makes him; that with a
healthy liver he will have tine clear-seeing
eve, the honest heart, the sincere mind, the
loving spirit, the loyal soul and truth and
trust and faith that are based as Gibraltar is
based, and that with an unhealthy liver he
must and will have the opposite of all these;
he will see nothing as it really is, he cannot
trust anybody or believe in anything, his
lot yro 4 4
Now, isn't that interesting? l think it is.
Released by Mud Bath.
Two days ago, perceiving that there was
something unusual the matter with me, l
went around from doctor to doctor, but
without avail; they said they had never
seen this kind of SYMPTOMS before-at least,
not all of them. They had seen some of
them, but differently arranged. 1t was q
new disease, as far as they could see. Ap-
parertly it was scrofulous, but new kind.
Then then they made stethescopic exam
ination, and decided that If anything would
dislodge it, mud bath was the thing. 1t
was a very ingenious idea / took the mud
bath, and it did dislodge it. Here it is:
A Love Song.
ask not ais thy heart still sure,
Thy love still warm, thy faith secure?"
ask not, "Dream'st thou still OF met
Long'st alway to fly to me?'
All, no-but as the sun includeth all
The good gifts of the Giver,
sum all these in asking thee,
20 sweetheart, how's your liverf''
For il thy liver worketh right,
Thy faith is sure thy hope is bright,
Their dreams are sweet and their god,
Doubt threats in vain-thou scorn'st his
rod.
Keep only thy digestion clear.
No other foe my love doth fear.
But indigestion hath the power
To mar the souls serenest hour
To crumble adamantine trust
And turn its certainties to dust,
To dim the eye with nameless grief,
To chill the heart with unbelief,
To Danish hope, and faith, and love,
Place heaven below and nell above
Then liSt-details are naught to me
To thou'st the sun-gift of the giyer-
ii ask thee all in asking thee,
20 darling, how'syour liver?"
Yes. it il easy to say it is scrofulous, but
I don't see the signs of it In my opinion