Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1901-10-05
Yearly SATURDAY,

when his private secretary found him
in the capitol grounds trying to get
bird back to the nest from which 1t
had fallen, and which quality the Illus
trious man exhibited years before
when, having with some lawyers in
the carriage on the way to court passed
on the road a swine fast in the mire,
after awhile cried to his horses, "Ho''
and said to the gentlemen, 81 must go
back and help that hog out of the
mire.'' And he did go back and put
on solid ground that most uninterest-
ing quadruped. That was the spirit
that was manifested by my departed
friend, Hon. Alexander H. Stephens of
Georgia-and loveiier man never ex-
changed earth for heaven-when at
Washington. A senator's wife, who
told us of the circumstances, said to
him, ''Mr. Stephens, come and see my
dead canary bird" And he answered,
NO; 1 could not look at the poor thing
without crying" That is the spirit
which last night ten thousand mothers
showed to their sick children coming
to give the drink at the tenth call as
cheerfully and as tenderly as at the
first call.
Suppose all this assemblage and all
to whom these words shall come by
printers type should resolve to make
kindness an overarching undergtrding
and alI-pervading principle of their life
and then carry out the resolution. Why
in six months the whole earth would
feel it. People would say, What is the
matter? 1t seems to me that the world
is getting to be better place to live
in. Why, life after all is worth living.
Why, there is Shylock, my neighbor,
has withdrawn his lawsuit of foreclos-
ure against that man, and because he
! has had so much sickness in his family
he is going to have the house for one
year rent free. There is an old lawyer
| in that young lawyers Office, and do
you know what he has gone in there
| for? Why, he is helping to fix up
case which is too big for the young
| man to handle, and the white-haired
attorney is hunting up previous de-
| cisfons and making out brief for the
| boy. Do you know that a strange
| thing has taken place in the pulpit,
and all the old ministers are helping
| the young ministers, and all the old
doctors are helping the young doctors,
and the farmers are assisting each
| other in gathering the harvest, and
for that farmer who is sick the neigh
| bors have made 'bee,' as they call it,
and they have all turned in to help
| him get his crops into the garner? And
| they tell me that the older and more
| skillfuI reporters who have permanent
| positions on papers are helping the
/ young fellows who are just beginning
1 to try and do not know exactly how to
| do it. And after a few erasures and
interpretations on the reporters pad
they say, Now, here is readable ac-
count of the tragedy; hand it in, and /
am sure the managing editor will take
it,"
New Dispensation of GeniaIity.
My hearers, you know and l know
we are far from that state of things.
| But why not inaugurate a new dispen-
sation of geniality. If we cannot have
| a millennium on a large scale, let us
have it on small scale and under our
own vestments. Kindness. Il this
world is ever brought to God, that is
the thing that will do it. You cannot
fret the world up, although you may
s<et the world down. You cannot sco1d
| it into excellence or reformation or
| godliness.
The east wind and the west wind
were one day talking with each other,
and the east wind said to the west
wind: Don't you wish you had my
| power? Why, when 1 start they hail
me by storm signals all along the
coast l can twist of ships mast
as easily as cows hoof cracks an
alder. With one sweep of my wing ]
have strewn the coast from Newfound.
land to Key West with parted ship
| timber. l can lift and have lifted the
Atlantic ocean. I am the terror of all
invalidism, and to fight me back for
ests must be cut down for fires, and the
mines of continents are called on to
feed the furnaces. Under my breath
| the nations crouch into sepulchers
Don't you wish you had my power? %
said the east wind. The west wind
made no answer, but started on its
mission, coming somewhere out of the
rosy bowers of the sky, and all the
rivers and lakes and seas smiled at its
coming. The gardens bloomed, and the
orchards rfpened, and the wheatfields
turned their silver into gold. and
health clapped it's hands, and Joy
shouted from the hilltops, and the ma
tions lifted their foreheads into the
light, and the earth had a doxology
for the sky, and the sky an anthem foI
the earth, and the warmth and sparkle
and the gladness, and the foliage, and
tie flowers, and the fruits, and the
beauty, and the life were the only an
swer the west wind made to the In