The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-04-08

4 visitor to Western Pennsy sania,
while admiring the glowing fires in a
house warmed BY the natural gas,
stooped to discover what the substance
was which filed the rratos and sent
forth such intense and radiant heat He
found il to be broken cinders from the
GLASS works in the neighborhood.
aWhy, this IS the refuse which have
always seen carted into the riyer!' he
said.
Yes, replied the mill owner; -but
there isalways use for refuse some
where. The great secret Of this worlds
economy is to find the right place for
the waste.
Our French and Chinese kinsfolk
know this secret better than we do
They find a place and use for the scraps
and the dust. The debris Of every
tradesman's work goes 10 help another
withlSis task. Even the offal Is turned
to sweet and wholesome uses.
eGather up the fragments that re-
main, said He who created a world by
a word, that nothing be lost
A few years ago a good woman in one
Of our cities was vexed to see how many
magazines we're thrown into the waste
paper basket in her home She col
lected them, assorted them, and sent
them to a lonely life-saying station on
New Jersey seabeach. When she died,
a friend who loved her continued the
work in her name, and the system has
been extended until every station on the
coast Of the United States is provided
with a little library of these waste mag
azihes for the use Of the crews in their
solitary watches during the long, stormy
winters.
A missionary in Montana, a man Of
scholarship and intellectual tastes, liy-
ing in a cabin and fighting off starvation
with salary of 5000 a year, once wrote.
A poor family in New York send me
their one magazine and newspaper after
they have read them They have been
like water to man dying Of thirst
Many time they have kept me from
despair in this solitude. / would read
them at night and go to bed happy,
thanking God that there was so much
comfort and pleasure in the World
But the waste cinders are not always
thus put into the empty CRATE to throw
forth glowing, radiant heat. In almost
every house in our cities there are heaps
! Of books and periodical which have been
read, and are destroyed as useless.
Throughout the west and south there are
tens Of thousands Of poor homes into
which this waste matter would bring
: light and happiness.
The rich mans child throws his toys
into the fire, and on the next street a
K little cripple lies on his bed in the gar
ret, with not rag doll to bear him
company.
IN this house a woman, upon whose
. musical training fortune has beer
( spent, is miserable with eiiniti, au'
: across the way is a hospital for incur
/" ables. watching their few remaining
I" days creep YEARLY away. A song O
Z strain Of music every day would COM
3 into their duh lives like airs from
I heaven.
: Here is young girl endowed will
I education, fortune, and gentle, winning
Z manners, spending her years in absolute
idleness, and in the alley near her, il
her own kitchen it may be, is anothe
!. girl. poor, ignorant eager, into whos'
! empty mind and soul the knowledge and
: time she is wasting might brinl
strength and life
Is there nothing lying waste in on
= houses or in our lives for which Goo
Y has use - 1'outh'S Companion.