The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-08-26

friends, that our desires are our children.
and there was 1, ike the old woman who
lived in a shoe, surrounded By my brood,
ali clamoring. II was my heroic duty 10
starve them 70 death.
A WAR DANCE IN WHICH THE YELL
LOW DOG JOINED.
But such is the gentle efficacy of the
gold cure under the autumn leaves that
il one will only stay IN the sanitarium OF
outdoors long enough and listen and keep
still, he will begin to see some things
more clearly. was trying to think OF a
similitude that would convey to you
some idea Of the kindly limitations that
are made by the external world when one
is thoroughly receptive, and 1 recalled a
trivial incident which had for me at the
time a peculiar eloQuence. Charlie and
had passed the winter TesoIuteIy in that
hut, growing very intimate indeed and
spending many precious hours budding
over our wood fire during the long nights
when the storms ragged and the hut did
creak and tremble. We had been very
brave, 1 am sure, TO have stood it out,
but the winter was long and We were
waiting and pining for spring. The days
and weeks crawled sluggishly along. We
counted them regularly on the calendar
and watched with childish eagerness that
receding sunshine on the wall which was
an index of the solstice- we longed for
the end of il all. One night opened the
window to fasten the shutter. I think 1t
was in April. 1t was very still and :
heard the first faint peep from the mill
dam. Such weak, timorous, thin little
eiffn voices, peep. peep. But there was a
keen, arrowy heraIding IN the note. The
earth was stirring. I called Charlie
What is it?' he said. ITS spring, COM
rade," I replied. And then we had a
little war dance, in which the yellow dog
Joined.
never heard those tiny birth-pangs Of
the season afterwards without a little
quickening of the pulse. Once you get
on intimate terms with this Not Me. who
strums her zithers and thunders her open
diapasons, she will give you many pleas
ant surprises. You will discover. by de-
grees, that she is a blood relation She
recognizes the same Father, and knew
him before you did. After that you shake
hands with the trees and salute the winds
familiarly as they pass. Then You learn.
FD3S4DiS' mat nature - hui dESllGtic. she
struggles just as hard as any artist after
an unseen prototype, but it is because
she is under orders. She is as austere as
a Puritan in her duty, and never by any
possibility bothers with sentimentalism.
We always bring that nonsense to her
in our kits and albums She stands up to
her work with a rigid invineibility that
makes an aesthetic SILVER. and offers up
her offspring as unqIestionabIy as did
Abraham, and so well-drilled are all her
countless myriads that there Is not a
blade Of grass hidden from the eye that
does not strive as hard as it can to live
and die for something other than itself.
SO 1t was, that in the smoky confines
of our far-away hut. p swept by bleak
storms or shone on by yellow sunshine.
Charlie and 7 sat through the seasons.
humbly, like the squirrels that we often
heard under our floor playing at bowls
with their hickory nuts. We were then
learning to wait and getting strong and
calm with the sure balm Of Gilead: for
the time when we were TO sally forth
and take up our fight uncomplainingly
and faithfully, like the dumb friends we
were to leave behind. J. P. NJ.