The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1897-11-17

fruits 70 keep the worlds table from be-
ing lnSlpid. and their sweets to keep IL
from Gelng too sour:
At this autuGllial season how the or
chards breathe and glow, the leaves re-
moved. that the crimson, or pink, or
saffron, or the yellow, or brown may
the better appear while the aronatlcs
I'll tie air with invitation and renilnis-
cence AS you pass through the orchard
on these autumnal days and look up
through tue arms of the trees laden with
fruit You hear humping Gil the ground
that which is fully ripe. and, throwing
your arms around the trunk, you give
shake that sends down show CT OF geld
and fire on all sides of you Pile up IN
baskets and barrels and bins and Oh
shelves ard tables the divine supply
But these orchards have Ucen under the
assault Of at least TO centurlcs-the
storm, the drouShts. the winters, the
irsectivora What must the first orchard
have been: And yet it is the explorers
evidence that on the site Of that orchard
there is not an apricot, or an apple. or
al oliye-uothinS but desert and desc
laticn There is not enough to forage
the explorer horse much less to feed
his own hunger In other words, that
first orchard is Il lost orchard. How did
the proprietor and the proprictress OF
all that intcrcolpmnlatiCn Of trultage
let the rich Splendor slip their posses
sion: It was as ROW most Of the Or
chards are lost-namcly, by wanting
more. Access they had to all the fig
trees, aprlcots walnuts, almonds, APP
pies bushels on DushelS--and were for
t,dden the use of only one tree in the
orchard Not satisfied with ali but one,
they reached FOR that and lost the whole
orchard
Go right down through the business
marts CT TIE great cities and find among
The weighers and clerks and subordi-
mates men who once commanded the
commercial world. They had whole
orchard of successes, but they wanted
lust one more thing-One more house or
one more country seat or one more store
They clutched for that and lost all they
had gained For one more tree they lost
a whole orchard. There are business
men all around US worried nearly to
death. The doctor tells them they ought
to stop. Insomnia or indigestion or ach-
ing al the base of the brain or ungovern-
able nerves tell them they ought to stop
They really have enough for themselves
and their families. Talk with them
about their overwork and urge more
prudence and longer rest, and they say:
Yes, you are right. After have ac-
complished one more thing that | have
On my mind will hand over my bust
ness to my SONS and go to Europe and
quit the kind Of eXhausting life | have
been living for the last so years. " Some
morning you open your paper, and, look.
ing at the death column, you find he
suddenly departed this life. In trying
to Wiz .u>t one more tree. l." lest tbs
whole orchard.
Forbidden Fruit.
YonGcr is man with many styles Ct
innocent entertainment and amusement.
He walls. B. 'itcs, lie plays tcnpins i'll
private alleys, he has books OH his ia
BILE, pictlreS on his wall and occasional
outings. concerts, lectures, baseball tick
cts and the innumerablc delights OF
friendship, but he wants a Key TO tie
place Of GiSsolute convocation He wants
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