Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1899-02-02

not find out the trouble in time. or
scoldcd at because he seems To have
famed horse by unskillful shooting
when the horse has for months had
SPAWN or riugbone or springhalt. You
feel YOU have the right To find fault
with a mechanic when he docs i'll. DO
You ever praise a mechanic. when he
docs well?
Encourage the farmers. They come
into Your stores, YOU meet them in the
city markets. YOU often associate with
thrm IN the summer months. Office
seekers 20 through the land. and IEev
stand on political platforms, aud they
tell the farmers lie story about the
independent life Of farmer. giving
llattcIN where they ought to- give syn
pathN. Independent OF what? | was
brought up on farm: | worked on
farm; | know all about il. hardly
YOU that there i 40 class of people in
ihe country who have it harder and
who more need your sympathy than
farmers. Independent of what? Ofthe
curculio that stings the peach trees.
of the rust in the wheat. of the long
rain, with the rye down? Ind"rcnd-
cnt OF the grassh0ppcr, of the locust,
of the army worm, Of the potato bug?
Independent of the drought that burns
up the harvest? Independent of the
COW with the hollow horn, or the sheep
with the foot rot. or the pet horse with
a nail in his houf? Independent of the
cold that freezes ont the winter grain
Independent of the STOW bank out of
which he must shovel himself? indie
pendent of the cold weather when he
stands thrashiug his uumbcd fingers
around his body to keep them from
being frosted? Independent Of the
frozen ears and the frozen feet? In
dependent of what? Fancy farmers
who have made their fortunes in the
city and go out in the country To build
houses with all the modern improve
meuts aud make farming luxury may
not need any solace. but the yconIanry
who get their living ont OF the soil ard
who that way have to clOthc their fam
lilies and educate their children and
pay their taxes and meet the interest
on mCrtga2cd farms, such men find Il
terrific struggle. demand that office
seekers and politicians fold up their
gaseous and imbecile speeches about
the independent life of farmer and
substitute some word of comfort
drawn from the fact that they are free
from city conventionalitics and city
"pidcmics and city temptations.
My most vivid remembrance Of boy
hood is of my father coming in on
very hot day from the harvesting field
ard seating himself on the doorsiii he
cause he WAS too faint to get into the
house. the perspiration streaming from
forehead and from chin, and my moth
er trying to resuscitate him with a
cup of cold water which he was too
faint to hold 10 his own lips. while
saying to us: Don't he frightened;
there's nothing the matter. \ little
tired, that's all; little tired" Ever
since that day. when | hear people
talking about the Independent life of
4 farmer see through the sham.
Farmers want not your batteries, but
your sympathies.
Encourage the doctors. You praise
the doctor when he brings you up from
an awful crisis of disease, but do you
praise the doctor when. through skill
full treatment of the incipient stages of
disease, he keeps You from sinking
down TO the awful crisis? There is
great deal of cheap and heartless wit
about doctors, but notice that the peo-
pie who get off that wit are the first to
send for doctor when there is any
thing the matter. There are those who
undertake to say in our day that doc
tors are really useless. One man has
written a book entitled: Every Man
His Own Doctor" That author ought
TO write one more book entitled: Every
Man His Own Undertaken" "Oh," says
some one, physicians in constant pres
ence of pain get hard hearted" Do
they? The most celebrated surgeon of
the last generation stood in clinical
department of one of the New York
medical colleges, the students gathered
in the amphitheater to see very pain
full operation on little child. The old
surgeon said: "Gentlemen. excuse me
il | retire. These surgeons can do this
as well as can. and as | get older it
gives me more and more distress to see
pain"
Physicians have so many hardships,
so many Interruptions, so many annoy
ances, am glad they have so many en-
couragements. All doors open TO
them. They are welcome to mansion
and to cot. Little children shout when
they see them coming down the road,
and the aged, recognizing the step, look
up and say: doctor, is that you?"
They stand between our families and
the grave, fighting back the troops of
disorder that come up from their en-
campment by the cold river. No one
hears such thanks as the doctor hears.
They are eyes to the blind, they are
feet to the lame. their path is strewn
with the bcnedictions of those whom
they have befriended.
One day there was dreadful fore
boding in our house. All hope was
gone The doctor came four times that
day. The children put away their
toys, and all walked on tiptoe and at
the least sound said: "Hush!" How
loudly the clock did tick, and how the
! banisier creaked, though we tried TO
keep it so still! That night the doctor
stayed all night. He concentrated all
his skill upon the sufferer. At last the
restlessness of the sufferer subsidized
into a calm, sweet slumber, and the doe
tor looked up and smiled and said: The
crisis is past" When, propped up with
pillows in the easy chair, She sat and
the south wind tried to blow a rose leaf
into the faded cheek, and the children
brought flowers--the one red clover
top, the other a violet from the lawn
to the lap of the convalescent, and Ber-
tina stood on a high chair with a brush
smoothing her mothers hair, and we
were told in a day or two she might
ride out. joy came back TO our house.
And as we helped the old country doc
tor into his gig we noticed not that the
step was broken, or the horse stiff in the