The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1901-06-21
Big I and Little You.
"Well, Joe, how are your"

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Sea Bright this summer; you know the
roads there are as smooth as can be;
every dusty day they're watered early;
by nine o'clock or 30 there isn't batter
wheeling any place. Then wasn'I 1t
fun to go grabbing in the Shrewsbury
river when the tide was running out.
One day l stepped on q slippery stone
right under the swinging bridge, and
bang l went into the water. Maybe l
wasn't wet! Maybe didn't catch II
when l went home! And you just
ought to see the fishermen start out
about FIVE every morning after blue
fish. ! went out In one Of their little
boats once, and as we got away from
the beach we were almost washed out
by the big surf. guess l wanted no
more of that-it's wetter business than
Grabbing"
Dick Bowles was rapid talker and
he took breath for moment. His
friend, Joe Leeds, who had also just
returned to New York from his sum-
mer outing, took occasion to say: I'm
glad you had such jolly time. was
at Madison until week ago, and "a
was saying that II /"
You've heard me tell Of Uncle Pike
OF Chicago. Well he came to see rs,
and he gave me the bulliest gold
watch you ever saw. It's at home to-
day. Father doesn't let me wear 1t
except ON Sundays; isn't he real mean?
Do you know l think I'm going into
the School of Mines at Columbia Col
lege year after next. Uncle Pike has
big copper mine in Arizona, away out
west, and if get through all right
he'll give me a place in his office.
Why lots of his men make forty dol
lars a week, and thirty isn't consid-
cred much out there
Dick once more paused for breath.
and Joe remarked: Pm glad you are
giong in for mining. Pa was saying
last week that If l."
But Dick continued: you remember
that English pocket-knife, the four
blader, mother gave me last Christ
mas? Didn't l drop it out OF the
buggy one day when we were driving
to Red Bank. We turned back to look
for it, but / guess the sand swallowed it
up; wasn't that too bad? | haven't
any knife now, but this old thing with
a blade and a half. Don't you sup
pose that / could get pretty good
knife at All cash's for fifty cents? 1t
wouldn't match the four-blader
though
While Dick again strove to catch
breath he fumbled with a rueful race
little bit of a black-handled knife;
revealing as he opened and shut 1t an
edge decidedly saw-like and jagged.
Quoth Joe: "I'll 60 to All cash's with
you next Saturday, If you like and
look at his knives. Pa was saying
last week that il L"
But what Pa said last week Joe
never had a chance to tell. DICK was
SO completely wrapped up in his own
doings. his own possessions, his own
prospects, that those of Joe or OF any
body else, for that matter, were moth
ing to him, and on he talked. There
are good many boys and girls just
like Dick Bowles. They seek, and in
deed often secure, the interest of 9TH
ers in their work and their plans, but
never for a moment care to interest
themselves in the work and plans OF
their acquaintance and friends. They
miss the high pleasure of symathy, the
joy which comes of entering into the
Joys of others. Even their most gen.
erous friends tire at last of being con-
stantly called upon for attention,
praise, or aid The painful result is
that the selfish boy or girl grows up
into the selfish man or woman, who
sees what is gained by the thing very
dear is lost by 1t. In the chill OF dis
appointment or grief, in the glow OF
triumph at the end of a difficult task,
they nnd eyes Of indifference turned
upon them. At such times kindly and
generous souls are taken to the hearts
of their friends, and consoled or con-
graduated in a fashion that divides
sorrow and multiplies Joy.
"a man that hath friends must show
himself friendly"