Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-01-14
PILGRIM JOE.

II OkAS IA . Aa3h Hao@
ments.
Having left the e%nterprisin' town of
Cascade, where ! had tarried for three
days and made the world better, the
sun shone, the birds sang and the old
| boss DRAWN my tin-type wagon no
longer limped on his off hind leg.
Therefore l rejoiced and felt to ex-
claim:
Man that Is born of woman is all
O.. K, and right end up"
And also:
Integrity is a song which maketh
the heart glad and putteth the mind
at rest"
And likewise:
"He who hath no guile in his heart
| seeth no ~wickedness in the world
around him. He who seeth no wick
| edness kin chaw terbacker and take a
heap O. comfort"
We had ambled along under the best
| government on earth for three OF four
| miles when l saw a critter of a horse
| croppin' the grass by the roadside, and
a critter of a man sittin' under the
| shade of a wild plum tree. His elbows
was on his knees, his face in his hands,
and he was weepin'. Haltin' my out
fit and takin' my bottled grasshopper
| H. Lz~l T 1,oaarIol f,.~,, +Io nv
| and said:
Unto each life a little rain must fall.
In other words, nc nan kin hope to es-
| CAPE the sorrers of earth. In some
more words, thar is a time fur weepin'
and a time fur rejoicin', and you don't
| seem to be rejoicin' fur more than
| three pecks to the bushel. Why this
weepingness?"
I'm alone in the world says he.
"But truth lives by herself" says 1.
"And the world is full of guile, 'Nssss
he. 81 have been thrown down and
| given the grand bounce till / am weary
of life and would go hence and be-
come an angel. What We got in the
bottle?"
"a grasshopper," says I.
whats he fur?"
81 use him to illustrate the frailties
of human life and pint a moral now
and then. His board and lodgins cost
him nought, and he is beyond harm
from the world, and yet behold he is
not content. So it is with humanity.
| When we have got a good thing we
| don't appreciate it."
You pear to be a mishunary with
a mishun?" says the stranger as he
squinted up both eyes to look at the
tear hanging to the ned of his nose.
II wouldst make the world happier
and BETTER" says 1. "Lemme wipe away
your tears OF sorrer and call your at
tenshun to the fact that he who hath
hope in his heart hath a weapon to con-
quer adversely.
tits too late" says he. as he falls
to weepin' agin. Thar was a time
when l had hope and ambishun in nv
buSom, but men have given me he
razzle dazzle and the film fam till nv
soul hungers to fly away and be at rest.
Even if you hand't come too late you
are not the critter to console me. An
old %reprobate who will deliberately
ketch a young and inherent grass
hopper and bottle him up can't play the
| m~ishunary over me. I'm in a hurry
to go hence, but l believe I'll put it
off till I've wolloped your old kar-
lsse."
"a soft answer turneth away wrath"
says l, speakin' in my g~entlest way,
but at the same time ~preparin' myself
fur a conflict.
Will We let that grasshopper go?"
| says he as he chanhs his teeth and
| works ais ears.
81 couldn't" says l. "He is an Or
phaE hopper and would die Of neglec:.
A merciful man is merciful ID lii
beast. In other words, a mar of heart
sheds his gentleness over the insecx
as we'll as the human creation"
The cid wayfarer axe a handful of
| grass and beloved like a bull, and vas
ready 10 pitch into me when halt a
dozen men came riding up from he
west. AS they got down from their