Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-01
A HAPPY MAN.
The Last Day of His Mental Balance g
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 have seen at last a happy man, the happSest ever knew. He is perhaps 45 years old, and his happiness has been un- broken for two years or more.
 Hear his story. He is a gentleman in every sense of the word. He has means, social position and a large circle of de- voted relatives and friends. He has a fine physique, Q handsome face. But we did not call him 8 happy man, 'such Q happy man" until two years ago, when the great change came. He never mar ried, and the Miss X. of whom I tell you was no more to him than his lifelong comrade, his best of friands-an old neighbar, related to him in many ways, but never by the tender tie.
 Perhaps he had been more of an in- valid than he knew or than his friends dreamed. One summer day he went to the little lake not far from his native village, a popular inland resort, and spent what he called upon his return that night "a perfect day" Skies were never bluer. he said, nor flowers fairer nor the lake so lovely to him as upon that day. Only he had expected to
 
 their usual sail together.
 He would go again on tho morrow, take her with him and so double and in- crease the joy, He went to her house that evening to play whist as usual. It was Saturday. She had gone to spend Sunday at the lake He was very glad she had gone, he said he would join her the next day. During the game he al- luded many time to the happy day he had passed. And what is there in life after all like a tomorrow full of promise?
 That night after reaching his room he had parGlytic stroEe-not a severe one, only slight shock, but it clouded his brain, if wo can call that cloud which fixed forever ill his mind the happiness reigning there when it came.
 Every day since then has been that happy Saturday to him. He has justre turned from the lake. No matter if the snow is drifting or the rain is beating the windows, it has been @ perfect day, everything in divine harmony. He will go over to Ks for game of whist. Even if Miss X. meets him he asks if she is at home, as if he were addressing some one else; then he is so glad she is up at the lake; he is going back tomorrow; there is every sign of perfect weather, etc., all in his old time charming way. Then he takes up his cards and plays capital game and goes home in the sweet expectation of a happy tomorrow.
 All else in life seems a blank to him. In that one fair niche of memory he sees all of the past, the present and the flu ture. He appears to be reading often times when tho book he holds is up side down. Death means nothing to him. When his friends die, he does not weep nor question nor miss them. He has had such happy day, and he is going to re- peat it tomorrow.
 Naturally his case is of interest to specialists. He is never troublesome. He goes about the village and exchanges cor dial greetings. Nor does he always speak of what is in possession of his mind, un- less you hold him too long. Then.h has excuse for breaking away.
 Question-If that last day of his men, tai balance had been an unhappy one, say day black with anguish or remorse or embittered with rage and revenge, would he now be the opposite of what he is-a wild beast in toils-the remainder of his life the horrible evolution of an incl dental, who knows but an accident, mood?-Atlantic Monthly.