The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-05-26


For some time the proposed inter
viewer said never a word, though be-
traying all the while that he was in a
very restless and uneasy frame or mind
He crossed and recroSsed his legs, shut
fled his feet, bought and consumed three
| several paper bags of popcorn, and at
! intervals yawned portentiously. Elk
cuse me, sir; excuse me-! he finally be-
gan. Il fear l annoy you, but railroad
travelling and having nobody but myself
to talk to makes me nervous as a witch
Doesn't it act that way on your Nv ny,
no!' placidly rejoined the unsuspecttng
pleasant sedative'' "a sedative! was
the reply. at makes me seethe and ilzz
like the blue and white papers of a seld-
litz powder in a tumbler of water" so
it used to me, but L have got over that,
replied the unsuSpecting gentleman
| "Got over it; I wish to heaven 1 could!'
quickly interposed the reporter You
must have a secret worth knowing.
Couldn't you help a poor devil like me
out the bog? Pray from whom did you
learn your blessed secret?" Whereupon
to the amazement of the interviewer. the
gentleman in hand simply smiled be-
nevolent smile and placidly replied,
From cows.
Excuse. me, excuse me" calculated
the astonished reporter. but the train
keeps up such an Internal rattle that l
failed to catch your reply It's very
! funny, but it sounded exactly as though
you had said, from cows - You heard
me perfectly, repHed the gentleman;
|. that is precisely what I did say. Yes,
1t was from cows only that I learned the
most precious secret Of life. While
was sitting in darkness they were living
me If 1 say I do not grasp your mean
ing" rejOined the reporter: could YEA
not make 1t a little clearer" Certain.
ly,' was the reply. A young man or
ity for self-improvement always inter
ests me. So I will open up a little more
fully to you the import Of my secret.
CURE FOR LONELINESS.
Some years ago, While myself still a
victim to that state CT restless boredom
on being left to my own company which
you say aftilcts you, CHANGED to spend
q whole summer on a dairy farm, where
l was brought into close associs ton with
cows. On enViouSly watching them as,
after cropping the rich pasture q couple
of hours they would lie down reposefulIy
under the trees rymthmically moving
from side to side their jaws, as a poet
weaves his lines, and wholly possessed
with feeling of inward self-evolved con-
tent, l would often heave a sigh and
say: I wish I were a COW! What keeps
them so contented? one day 1 asked the
farmer oh they enjoy chewing the cud'
was his reply. AS city bred 1 had only the
VagueSt Idea what that meant. But |
began to study into it ard soon learned
how, after full meal in the pasture
on juicy, fragrant clover, they could
strike work. lie down Under the trees
and by some singular ccEtriVance Of
their own b: ing it seriatim UP into their
mouths again and then llngeringly and
conter1platively extract from it the last
essence of its fragrance and flavor Does
God care for cattle Only! 1 exclaimed
IN the language of the scriptures Under
the law of evolution though in some
higher form-must not something analo-
gous to all this exist in the human Or
ganiSm2"
FOUND OUT THE SECRET.
Just at this pofnt-in his eGgerness to
air his superior Wisdom-the reporter
broke in, why, no. sir! no, sir! A COW
has four st0machs, while man has only
onei' Excuse mel" placidly went on the
gentleman, man has fifty stCmachs to
the cows one. By degrees l began to
grasp the secret of my own unhappinesS.
| had had no cud to chew. AS soon as
/ was alone by myself, my mind had cast
up nothing to enjoy over again, to re-
from. 1 had thought l must be con-
tinually pasturing and never Eliminating.
continually taking in and never assimi-
lating, approaching and enriehing my
deeper being herewith. When this rev.
elatior broke in Upon me 1 became ut
once like the Buddha under the bio tree
of Illumination. Now, all is changed
see TO it that l shall ever lose my cud
Did I go to the threaten the night before?
Here on the train I enact the play over
again and smile over its hUmor or medl-
tate it's tragic lesson. Have lately read
an inspirating poem of high religious
musing?